Vacation '05: Pre-vacation notes
I'm home from work and watching the news. The devastation in NOLA and the Mississippi Gulf Coast is sobering. This is the first I've actually seen of it; I've been keeping up via the internet so far---mostly textual descriptions. Tears have welled more than once in the past 30 minutes. This is silly, but I feel kinda guilty being on vacation while others are living in a hell-on-earth, not 6 hours away. But as I posted earlier today, hell-on-earth is always happening somewhere and just because it's happening closer than usual today doesn't mean I should feel guilty. Right?
As for the rest of the evening, I plan to be low key. I have to return some videos tonight and do some laundry. I had my first class today in Mass Communication & Society---we're focusing on the Deep South. I'm excited about this class, as we're focusing on a topic that I take for granted--the place I live. I have to remember to go by my prof's office to get the readings for this week. Perhaps I'll do that tomorrow?
So far, vacation is not very vacation-y. I'm not in a rush. I've got plenty of time.
4 comments:
I love you, Tiny Robot. And not in a sarcastic way.
Tell me how the Dirty Souf plays out for you in Mass Comm. Is there talk of debutantes and being rude but never sounding rude? Just wondering.
~The Booklahver
Not as of yet. I'm not exactly sure how "dirty" we're going to get, but the readings for this class hold great promise---i.e., they're certainly not going to be boring. One of my required texts is The Redneck Manifesto.
We get to go to this conference, however---The Southern Foodways Alliance. Did you know there was an academic study of southern food?!?! Wanna go to Camp Bacon? I do!
Oh, and I heart YOU very much, Booklahver!
so sick with sadness. i have had the worst time trying to concentrate on my school work. thankfully, one of my profs grew up in southern louisiana and she has a sister in the french quarter. she feels my pain and distraction. another prof was a nola visitor and loves the city, so he shares my grief.
i have been avoiding pictures of this catastrophe. but everytime i have come across the images by accident, i have wept or worked really hard to hold back my tears. i am so sick of hearing these bastards up here talking about it in such a detached manner! everytime i hear people coldly remarking on the situation, i want to scream "that is my home! believe this disaster is real and know that it is not as far away and distant as you think!!!!!!" but i have not done so yet. i have been grieving alone and quietly. my neighbors have been concerned about me. they have talked to me and seen the mardi gras beads hanging from my balcony. the spirit of kindness is not dead....at least not yet.
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