
what a great game. as espn said: what a great job by mike timlin.
2 games remaining.
cleveland still playing in the 11th inning. come on cleveland.
everyone in baseball who isn't a yankees fan is willing you to win this game.
a british bloke living in america
Senate of the apes
Since the NRA and the Bush administration is so gung-ho about gun rights and the nation’s Congress chose not to renew the 10-year ban on so-called assault weapons, and apparently gun sales have alarmingly sky-rocketed after what happened in New Orleans...i take you back to:
"The expiration Monday of a 10-year federal ban on assault weapons means firearms like AK-47s, Uzis and TEC-9s can now be legally bought - a development that has critics upset and gun owners pleased. The 1994 ban, signed by President Clinton, outlawed 19 types of military-style assault weapons. A clause directed that the ban expire unless Congress specifically reauthorized it, which it did not.
Then, Michael Moore will walk in, accompanied by 50 chimpanzees, all wearing bullet-proof protective gear from head to toe (The FBI will have conducted background checks to make sure that no chimps guilty of any felony crimes be admitted onto the Senate floor).
The chimpanzees will then be allowed to play freely with the firearms for the next ten minutes. How's that’s for reality TV?
get yourselves organised and find a true leader. you don't need a nice
guy, you need a pit bull. stop trying to please everyone and stand up
for what you truly believe. the country is waiting for you to do just that.
if you can't win the next presidential election by a landslide, i suggest
you give up and disband your political party, and let another form. one
that really does speak for the masses.
i don't think for one minute that this e-mail will be passed to anyone
in a position of authority in your party. how about you prove me wrong
and send me a non-automated response?
i'm posting this to my blog, so every democrat that happens to stumble
upon my thoughts reads this.
this is what you see after you post a message to the democratic party:
Thank you for contacting the DNC. We'll forward your comments to the
appropriate person.
we'll see....we'll also see just who is deemed appropriate by the response
i get. i'll post the reply as soon as i get it.
Two friends of mine-paramedics attending a conference-were trapped in
Orleans
Hurricane Katrina-Our Experiences
Larry Bradshaw, Lorrie Beth Slonsky
Two days after Hurricane Katrina struck
The much-promised federal, state and local aid never materialized and the windows at Walgreen's gave way to the looters. There was an alternative. The cops could have broken one small window and distributed the nuts, fruit juices, and bottle water in an organized and systematic manner. But they did not. Instead they spent hours playing cat and mouse, temporarily chasing away the looters.
We were finally airlifted out of
We also suspect the media will have been inundated with "hero" images of the National Guard, the troops and the police struggling to help the "victims" of the Hurricane. What you will not see, but what we witnessed,were the real heroes and sheroes of the hurricane relief effort: the working class of
Refinery workers who broke into boat yards, "stealing" boats to rescue their neighbors clinging to their roofs in flood waters. Mechanics who helped hot-wire any car that could be found to ferry people out of the City. And the food service workers who scoured the commercial kitchens improvising communal meals for hundreds of those stranded.
Most of these workers had lost their homes, and had not heard from members of their families, yet they stayed and provided the only infrastructure for the 20% of
On Day 2, there were approximately 500 of us left in the hotels in the French Quarter. We were a mix of foreign tourists, conference attendees like ourselves, and locals who had checked into hotels for safety and shelter from Katrina. Some of us had cell phone contact with family and friends outside of
We decided we had to save ourselves. So we pooled our money and came up with $25,000 to have ten buses come and take us out of the City. Those who did not have the requisite $45.00 for a ticket were subsidized by those who did have extra money. We waited for 48 hours for the buses, spending the last 12 hours standing outside, sharing the limited water, food, and clothes we had. We created a priority boarding area for the sick, elderly and new born babies. We waited late into the night for the "imminent" arrival of the buses. The buses never arrived. We later learned that the minute the arrived to the City limits, they were commandeered by the military.
By day 4 our hotels had run out of fuel and water. Sanitation was dangerously abysmal. As the desperation and despair increased, street crime as well as water levels began to rise. The hotels turned us out and locked their doors, telling us that the "officials" told us to report to the
convention center to wait for more buses. As we entered the center of the City, we finally encountered the National Guard. The Guards told us we would not be allowed into the Superdome as the City's primary shelter had descended into a humanitarian and health hellhole.
The guards further told us that the City's only other shelter, the Convention Center, was also descending into chaos and squalor and that the police were not allowing anyone else in. Quite naturally, we asked, "If we can't go to the only 2 shelters in the City, what was our alternative?" The guards told us that that was our problem, and no they did not have extra water to give to us. This would be the start of our numerous encounters with callous and hostile "law enforcement".
We walked to the police command center at Harrah's on
The crowed cheered and began to move. We called everyone back and explained to the commander that there had been lots of misinformation and wrong information and was he sure that there were buses waiting for us. The commander turned to the crowd and stated emphatically, "I swear to you that the buses are there."
We organized ourselves and the 200 of us set off for the bridge with great excitement and hope. As we marched pasted the convention center, many locals saw our determined and optimistic group and asked where we were headed. We told them about the great news. Families immediately grabbed their few belongings and quickly our numbers doubled and then doubled again. Babies in strollers now joined us, people using crutches, elderly clasping walkers and
others people in wheelchairs. We marched the 2-3 miles to the freeway and up the steep incline to the Bridge. It now began to pour down rain, but it did not dampen our enthusiasm.
As we approached the bridge, armed
We questioned why we couldn't cross the bridge anyway, especially as there was little traffic on the 6-lane highway. They responded that the West Bank was not going to become
Our small group retreated back down Highway 90 to seek shelter from the rain under an overpass. We debated our options and in the end decided to build an encampment in the middle of the Ponchartrain Expressway on the center divide, between the O'Keefe and Tchoupitoulas exits. We reasoned we would be visible to everyone, we would have some security being on an elevated freeway and we could wait and watch for the arrival of the yet to be seen buses.
All day long, we saw other families, individuals and groups make the same trip up the incline in an attempt to cross the bridge, only to be turned away. Some chased away with gunfire, others simply told no, others to be verbally berated and humiliated. Thousands of New Orleaners were prevented and prohibited from self-evacuating the City on foot. Meanwhile, the only two City shelters sank further into squalor and disrepair. The only way across the bridge was by vehicle. We saw workers stealing trucks, buses, moving vans, semi-trucks and any car that could be
hotwired. All were packed with people trying to escape the misery
Our little encampment began to blossom. Someone stole a water delivery truck and brought it up to us. Let's hear it for looting! A mile or so down the freeway, an army truck lost a couple of pallets of C-rations on a tight turn. We ferried the food back to our camp in shopping carts.
Now secure with the two necessities, food and water; cooperation, community, and creativity flowered. We organized a clean up and hung garbage bags from the rebar poles. We made beds from wood pallets and cardboard. We designated a storm drain as the bathroom and the kids built an elaborate enclosure for privacy out of plastic, broken umbrellas, and other scraps. We even organized a food recycling system where individuals could swap out parts of C-rations (applesauce for babies and candies for kids!).
This was a process we saw repeatedly in the aftermath of Katrina. When individuals had to fight to find food or water, it meant looking out for yourself only. You had to do whatever it took to find water for your kids or food for your parents. When these basic needs were met, people began to look out for each other, working together and constructing a community.
If the relief organizations had saturated the City with food and water in the first 2 or 3 days, the desperation, the frustration and the ugliness would not have set in.
Flush with the necessities, we offered food and water to passing families and individuals. Many decided to stay and join us. Our encampment grew to 80 or 90 people.
From a woman with a battery powered radio we learned that the media was talking about us. Up in full view on the freeway, every relief and news organizations saw us on their way into the City. Officials were being asked what they were going to do about all those families living up on the freeway? The officials responded they were going to take care of us. Some of us got a sinking feeling. "Taking care of us" had an ominous tone to it.
Unfortunately, our sinking feeling (along with the sinking City) was correct. Just as dusk set in, a Gretna Sheriff showed up, jumped out of his patrol vehicle, aimed his gun at our faces, screaming, "Get off the fucking freeway". A helicopter arrived and used the wind from its blades to blow away our flimsy structures. As we retreated, the sheriff loaded up his truck with our food and water.
Once again, at gunpoint, we were forced off the freeway. All the law enforcement agencies appeared threatened when we congregated or congealed into groups of 20 or more. In every congregation of "victims" they saw "mob" or "riot". We felt safety in numbers. Our "we must stay together" was impossible because the agencies would force us into small atomized groups.
In the pandemonium of having our camp raided and destroyed, we scattered once again. Reduced to a small group of 8 people, in the dark, we sought refuge in an abandoned school bus, under the freeway on
shoot-to-kill policies.
The next days, our group of 8 walked most of the day, made contact with New Orleans Fire Department and were eventually airlifted out by an urban search and rescue team. We were dropped off near the airport and managed to catch a ride with the National Guard. The two young guardsmen apologized for the limited response of the
We arrived at the airport on the day a massive airlift had begun. The airport had become another Superdome. We 8 were caught in a press of humanity as flights were delayed for several hours while George Bush landed briefly at the airport for a photo op. After being evacuated on a coast guard cargo plane, we arrived in
There the humiliation and dehumanization of the official relief effort continued. We were placed on buses and driven to a large field where we were forced to sit for hours and hours. Some of the buses did not have air-conditioners. In the dark, hundreds if us were forced to share two
filthy overflowing porta-potties. Those who managed to make it out with any possessions (often a few belongings in tattered plastic bags) we were subjected to two different dog-sniffing searches.
Most of us had not eaten all day because our C-rations had been confiscated at the airport because the rations set off the metal detectors. Yet, no food had been provided to the men, women, children, elderly, disabled as they sat for hours waiting to be "medically screened" to make sure we were not carrying any communicable diseases.
This official treatment was in sharp contrast to the warm, heart-felt reception given to us by the ordinary Texans. We saw one airline worker give her shoes to someone who was barefoot. Strangers on the street offered us money and toiletries with words of welcome. Throughout, the official relief effort was callous, inept, and racist. There was more suffering than need
be. Lives were lost that did not need to be lost.
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the roving novice reports:
our first novac observing trip.
rebecca left the apartment around 10:30am to go and pick up the rental car from budget as i continued packing. around an hour or so later she returned…with a cadillac. that’s right; a cadillac. the only car budget had available. an auspicious start, i thought.
the cadillac, or rather the huge silver barge, easily swallowed all our gear and we departed friday afternoon around 12:30pm. being a holiday weekend, i was expecting much worse traffic than encountered as we headed out of d.c, westward on route 66. armed with numerous novac and e-mail printouts i ‘phoned the number for the mountain institute (tmi) to confirm that we did in fact have a place to sleep once we got there.
after leaving a message, a lady returned my call some twenty minutes later reassuring me that everything was o.k.
the first part of the journey was identical to going to big meadows in the shenandoah, and only when we reached route 33, did the trip become more interesting, as we encountered series after series of twisting, winding roads and sharp bends. away from its natural element of dead-straight highways, the softly-sprung cadillac demonstrated the needle sharp response, pin-point steering, and razor-like handling of a bloated slug, while it gulped gasoline. this is going to be a lot of fun heading up a mountain…note to ourselves: let’s not rent a cadillac deville again for this sort of trip, even by default. luckily, i’d packed some cd’s and lee burridge’s, nubreed album provided some decidedly non-mountain music as we lurched and wallowed bend to bend, and then forced to follow slower traffic. well, at least the sound system was up to the task.
within 4 hours or so, we reached the turn to head to spruce knob and wound our way towards our destination. we easily spotted the sign for the mountain institute and parked up at the entrance. glad to get out of the car and breathe in some clean, cool, non-polluted air, we sprayed ourselves in bug-off! and walked along a path to a nearby building secluded by trees.
as we entered the unlocked door, it became obvious that this was an administrative building. a rack full of mountain bikes hung on a wall. i looked around for maps, telephone numbers, anything that might help us find the accommodation we were looking for. nothing. a nearby shack didn’t exactly look promising either, so we returned to the car and headed up a gravel and dirt road. about a quarter mile further, rebecca stopped. this didn’t seem right as the road didn’t seem to lead to anywhere, and the car was having a tough time negotiating the ever-narrowing and bumpy road. we reversed back to the entrance and headed for spruce knob. perhaps the accommodation was further up along. five minutes later had us convinced that we were still wrong and we turned around to return to the entrance we had just left.
i took over driving duties and we had another go at the only real option. a quarter-mile along, we met a car coming towards us. i was very glad when i spotted the driver wearing a woodlands institute t-shirt, who informed us we were only a half-mile away from our destination. as we approached the main building, a huge dobsonian was already set up in an observing field to our right. this was very encouraging. it was nearly six o’ clock by the time we parked up the car. dinner was to be served shortly, and we were very happy to meet a few other observers and also to see that a couple of large cooking trays of shepherd’s pie and a big bowl of salad had been laid out for all the staff and guests at tmi.
we chucked everything off in our twin-bunked room and drove back the short distance to the observing field to set the ‘scope up. i decided upon a reasonably level patch close to the big dob. way before it actually got dark, venus and jupiter put on a great show, shining brightly as they hung above a lone tree to the west. there was a fair, constant breeze blowing as the owner of the big dob returned in a white van. for white van, read complete mobile observatory. jim
jim proved to be an extremely friendly and helpful ally, and we chatted as we waited for the skies to darken. each minute that passed offered us a glimpse of just how great the darkening sky would reveal itself to be. way before it got truly dark, we could see the dust lanes in the milky way forming. wow! i had been blown away by the skies at shenandoah, but this promised something even better.
as a novice, living a couple of blocks from dupont circle in the middle of
the goto on “uhuru” wasn’t exactly behaving as hoped for, putting some objects bang in the middle of the eyepiece and then not being close to others. i put this down to operator error setting up, this being only our third night with the telescope out actually observing. jim came over and together we battled the set up. he has an older lx200 12” that makes even more noise than ours (lx’s are not quiet telescopes) and is full of good advice. eventually, we got it pointing reasonably well and we were off. i can’t remember exactly how many of us there were that first night, but i guess around a half dozen. there’s something incredibly peaceful about being under a pristine night sky, whether you know your way around it or not. within a couple of hours, rebecca was all burned out having been up the night before doing school work, and was very happy to have the cadillac’s generous seats parked up within a few feet to crash on.
while i struggled to find objects, jim was calling me over to have a look through the starmaster. wow! shocking is the term i’d use to describe the view. the perception of 3d depth was overwhelming compared to the 8” sct. star clusters that looked very pretty in “uhuru” transformed themselves into neighbourhoods of sparkling beauty. so different a view does it offer, that when i kept returning to my ‘scope to compare the views, i could easily be convinced that i was looking at a completely different object. rob couldn’t resist the temptation either. is wow! the first word uttered the first time a person gets to view a deep sky object through jim’s starmaster? the view of the veil nebula was simply amazing and i was more than pleased to get a pretty decent view through the 8”. i had prepared a rough list of sorts to have as targets for the weekend. of course, the unexpected luxury of having jim’s generosity with his starmaster close at hand was too enticing to pass up, and i quickly forgot about the list and was just very happy to be where i was, when i was. it was getting pretty cold and if it wasn’t for the thermos flask full of coffee rebecca had made at the institute, i wouldn’t have made it through as long as i did. rob came over to chat and he pointed out the double star alberio that until then i didn’t know existed. i was also impressed by rob’s tip of defocusing the image to reveal star colour. much easier to see alberio’s gold and blue hues. he was mainly after open clusters and after a view through his scope and binoculars i could see why.
i was determined to wait up for mars though, and she didn’t disappoint. i have read many times about the benefits of regular observing of the red planet and i guess i spent about an hour with the 8” just staring, looking for any detail. cranking up the power with my cheap orion 17mm and 10mm eyepieces, and then with an orion barlow yielded a softer view, but for one brief moment, at maximum magnification available, i did manage to suddenly get a clear view, which made all the time and effort worthwhile. i was also determined to get a decent view of m42 in orion, having never seen the great nebula through a decent telescope. double wow! it was very late into the observing session by the time mighty orion rose over the horizon, but even being so low in the sky, the view was amazing. I have never seen the hunter better, seeing stars in the constellation i had never seen before. ten minutes later, i was all done, and shut down the ‘scope, turned off the dew heater, disconnected the battery pack, and covered her up for the night, and went and tried to grab some sleep in the driver’s seat of the cadillac.
i woke up to the sound of jim in his white van making his way past our car. it was a quarter past eight in the morning and breakfast was being served at the institute. hot coffee and an improvised toasted bagel with crispy bacon and a splash of tomato ketchup proved to be an excellent, if unconventional breakfast. a good, surprisingly hot shower on-site made us feel human again, and i was very happy to get back to our twin-bunked room and get some real rest on a reasonably comfortable bed, while the battery charged close by.
we didn’t do much of anything that day other than rest. i walked over to the observing field before lunch to check up on the scope and also just to get a walk we had been joined by a few others. two more big dobs, an enormous 24”, owned by bob parks was being wheeled out of the back of a trailer. i also met ralph, another very experienced observer. we were the only rookies!, yet everyone made this trip a super friendly, very community-based positive experience. when you don’t know anyone and you have very little knowledge of what you’re doing, i think there’s a natural tendency for newcomers to feel a little intimidated, and even though no-one would describe me as being a shy and retiring violet, i can say that this first astronomy club experience couldn’t have been less intimidating. i urge everyone out there who has recently joined novac, but has yet to go on a club observing trip to just do what we did; dive straight in. everyone you meet will make you feel very warmly welcomed; you’ll not only learn a lot, but have much more fun in the process than standing in the middle of a grassy area on your own for a few hours. you’ll also get to have a peek through other people’s telescopes...and go ‘wow!’
for the rest of the day, we slept and milled around the institute chatting to a few other people, including those that worked there. six o’clock came, and this time the lasagna proved to be even more popular than the previous day’s shepherd’s pie. we chatted to a few of the girls working at tmi and invited them to join us later on to observe if they felt like it. after getting ready, we drove back to the observing field. it was evidently more cloudy and hardly a gust of wind, although everyone reassured me that we wouldn’t get clouded out.
the objects i’d missed the first night were fairly easily located the next, having the huge benefit of seeing the same sky for the second night in a row. rebecca’s first ever view through a dob, courtesy of jim, was ‘oh my god!’ when she took a look at m13 in hercules, followed up with the expected ‘wow!’ i suggested to jim that he should get a wow!-ometer fitted to his starmaster to record the number of wow!’s he gets from others. it is easily the best telescope i have ever viewed through.
in a short while ominous black clouds began to creep in, doing their best to spoil the party. that and the dew. with almost a total lack of wind, dew began forming on everything early on in the proceedings. down to just the eyepiece, as i didn’t have a means to warm the finder, hunting down objects became much trickier. jim’s view of m57, the ring nebula made up for any disappointments, though.
the group of girls we had met earlier, who had just arrived to work at the institute took us up on our offer to join us, and after i showed them m13 in hercules, rob mckinney provided a mightily impressive and easy to grasp intro to the night sky for us. explaining how to use one’s fingers and hands to gauge measurement, he quickly went to pointing out key stars and how to navigate around the sky. i would say that was definitely one of the highlights for me and rebecca. and all with the naked eye.
speaking of naked eye, later on, when it was essentially down to myself, rebecca and ralph still up and observing, ralph amazed us by pointing out the planet uranus with the naked eye. one minute, it was clear as anything, the next simply disappearing from view... along with the star we were using to locate it. eventually, even we had to call it quits, and instead of sleeping in the car for a second night in a row, rebecca and i did a quick job of disconnecting the battery and pulling over the cover, and walked back the short distance to the lodging. walking back, it was impossible not to be impressed by orion rising over a dark horizon of trees. even though we were pretty cold and tired, we just stood there, taking it in, knowing we were very lucky to be where we were at that moment. it was absolutely pitch black, and we couldn’t see a thing as we blindly inched towards our bunks, trying hard not to awaken kim and ben (hope i got your names right) in the shared room.
a breakfast of bagel, sausages and hot coffee had us debating whether to stay an extra night. we decided to wait until lunch to make up our minds. kat’s most excellent homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese toast was very welcome, but sadly we had to acknowledge rebecca’s schedule, and we loaded up the car and said our goodbyes to everyone, before driving to the observing field to pack “uhuru” up for the trip home.
all i can say is that this was a very memorable trip and a great experience. a great many thanks to everyone we met from novac and the mountain institute for making it such. i learned a great deal, benefiting from the wealth of experience of others, not just on what we were looking at, but the whole process of observing.
i couldn’t have asked for more.