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I hardly slept last night. When I finally gave up, I switched on the TV (big mistake) to see a huge oil depot in New Orleans burning out of control and the anger and suffering at the Convention Center and Bush stuttering for the cameras as he prepared to fly south and stroll amongst the walking wounded in Mobile. The announcer sounded as though he were speaking of Jesus going forth unto the multitudes to pull some loaves-and-fishes miracle out of his tight white butt. Bush scowled and stomped his foot and promised to do better. Too late. You screwed the pooch, and it's already the end of the world down there. At least, that's the way it looks to me. I'm wrong about lots of stuff. I'm wrong all the time. I will happily be wrong this time. Right now, mostly, I feel so helpless and angry and sad. I have done all that I can do, and it isn't nearly enough, not by a long shot. So — this is me trying to get back to work, back to my life, back to my fictional horrors, though it seems a selfish, silly thing to be doing.

If you haven't done so already, please, please, please give some of your money or time or blood to the American Red Cross. Stop bitching about looters and cities built below sea level and those who didn't (or couldn't) evacuate and just do the right thing, please. Just help.

How about some levity? Couldn't hurt, right? David Emery, a specialist in urban folklore, makes the following four points regarding comments by Xtian extremists' (God is their terrorist!) claims that Katrina was a judgement against NOLA for being such a wicked city and hosting Southern Decadence:

1. The hurricane struck on Monday, August 29. This year's Southern Decadence, sometimes called the "Gay Mardi Gras," was scheduled to open today, Wednesday the 31st, and continue through Sunday. The storm obviously did not strike on "the day" of the celebration. Many, perhaps most, of the revelers had not even arrived yet.
2. Southern Decadence is a 35-year-old tradition in New Orleans. Why did God choose to wait till 2005 to "punish" the city for it?
3. Why is the French Quarter, the district where the event (now canceled) was to be held, one of the least devastated parts of the city so far?
4. If this tragedy occurred because God is angry at New Orleans, what was the point of the awful devastation and loss of life wrought in Mississippi and Alabama?


Moreover, I would add another question, why was their god's aim so bad? Why that eleventh-hour eastward jog when a direct hit surely would have done much more damage, instead of sending the storm hurtling towards presumably less wicked people in Mississippi and Alabama?

I entirely lost yesterday, as far as writing goes. But we heard from Poppy, and that's more than frelling fair trade. I'll get back to the novel today, if I can focus and stay awake. I also have a papery mountain of proofreading to get done. And a chapbook cover. And other things. I talked with Neil yesterday, and he managed to call me both a twit and a ratbag — but only in the most affectionate manner possible. I had to ask him what a ratbag was (I'm not so up on Britisms), and when he told me, I was forced to agree that yes, I am a ratbag. My comp copies of the lettered, slipcased editions of Low Red Moon and In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers arrived. We finished reading Nancy Kress' excellent novella, "Shiva in Shadow."

Oh. I came across this bit of Edna St. Vincent Millay this morning, and it struck a nerve:

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.


Okay guys. That's it for today. No addenda. Too much catching up to do...
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