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After 9/11, a similar concert to the Concert for Hurricane Relief was held to raise money.  Among the artists who performed, Bruce Springsteen sang "My City in Ruins."  Though about a different subject matter, it was as fitting as any song I could think of.  After the concert, my Dad said that it was a testament to the Springsteen the songwriter that he already had a song like that in his catalog.

I felt the same way after hearing Aaron Neville sing "Louisiana, 1927" the other night.  As ballsy as it was to sing a song who's main lyric is "They're trying to wash us away," it was equally as impressive that Randy Newman's song, which now seems so prescient, existed in the first place.

Neville's performance, and then subsequently Kanye West's rant helped focus the spotlight of this tragedy on race.  As America watched a sea of black faces, many of them floating in the miles of standing water, the national conversation changed to something that many in White America thought we'd been able to put behind us.

Make no mistake about it, race just became the number one issue in American politics.

Of course, the first family's own comments during the first couple of days haven't helped.  Bush, on the ground in Mississippi, felt it necessary to talk, longingly, about the day when he can sit on the front porch of Trent Lott's new house. 

But his mama did him one better, yesterday, while touring the refugee camp's in Houston:

What I'm hearing, which is sort of scary, is that they all want to stay in Texas. Everybody is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway so this (chuckle)--this is working very well for them.

An mp3 of the quote is available here, for those who wish to hear it for themselves (which will be followed by the inevitable sound of your jaw, hitting the floor).  I won't make the "Let them eat cake" joke, but there is obviously a disconnect between the realities of being poor and the realities of being a matriarch of a powerful family.

And, of course, economics are a huge part of this.  The vast majority of the people left in New Orleans were well below the poverty line.  These were people who, in the weeks before the hurricane, were going about their daily lives doing important work like trying to figure out where they would get enough money to feed their families tomorrow.  They didn't have money for bus tickets for their families, much less the money to put them up when if they got out of town.

Poverty is a huge issue in our country, but poverty is not a separate issue from race.  All you had to do, this week, was watch television.  The people who were dying were black.  The people who were too poor to get out of town were black.  The people who packed into the Superdome were black.  New Orleans is one of the poorest cities in America, and we saw the evidence today that the burden poverty creates is being shouldered by the black community.

This is why I'm a liberal.  For years I've told my skeptical white friends that race is still an issue in America.  It's true that there is not as much out-in-the-open racism, though that certainly still occurs, but the racism in this country has become institutionalized.  It's hard for us white people, so accustomed to living with our white privilege, to understand it because we do not live with it.  My friends are tired of hearing me say this, but I firmly believe that, if you put me and a black person in the same situations in life, I will have an easier time than the black person.

It's been a tough pill for them to swallow, this week, as I keep pointing to the television, saying, "Look! There it is!  There are real racial, social, and economic injustices in this world, and today, people are dying for it."  There are real consequences that come from what white American has largely viewed as a philosophical discussion. This is what happens when a civilization declines to help the least privileged in their midst: They are condemned to die. 

Even the most conservative of the small-government conservatives agree on this: This is the sort of thing that government is supposed to do for their people.  Government is supposed to do the things that individuals can't do for themselves.  They are supposed to build roads, they are supposed to protect infrastructure, and for the love of God, they are supposed to get people out of harm's way when disaster is bearing down on them.

It would be as if Rome had fallen because the government didn't think it important enough to spend the money to build walls.

To be sure, the failure in New Orleans was a failure on city, state, regional, and national levels.  And, yet, we've already seen everyone, on every level, try to pass the buck.

The blame will fall on someone, but my gut tells me that, as the public watched black Americans die in staggering and one-sided numbers, the person that gets blamed won't be the black Mayor of New Orleans who was on the ground from minute one.

Tell me it's not about race

Seriously?

At one point Friday, the evacuation was interrupted briefly when school buses pulled up so some 700 guests and employees from the Hyatt Hotel could move to the head of the evacuation line — much to the amazement of those who had been crammed in the Superdome since last Sunday.

"How does this work? They (are) clean, they are dry, they get out ahead of us?" exclaimed Howard Blue, 22, who tried to get in their line. The National Guard blocked him as other guardsmen helped the well-dressed guests with their luggage.

The white people who weren't too poor to get a hotel room get to move to the head of the evacuation line.

Free Wi-Fi

This Dallas Morning News article almost makes an interesting point:

Broadband Internet speed is available for the price of a cup of coffee.

While Starbucks and other national chains charge subscriptions for wireless Internet service, a growing number of locally owned restaurants, cafés and businesses in the Dallas area are giving it away using Wi-Fi networking technology. 

All that most of them ask is that you buy something – a sandwich, a cup of joe or an oil change.

I'm one of those people who LOVES to take advantage of free wi-fi, because it offers a welcome change of scenery from which to write from (not to mention the ability to do both while getting either caffeine or alcohol), and I'm mostly happy to deal with the occasional spotty signal strength.

One thing I'm not interested in accepting though, is additional advertising.

As I mentioned, I'm trying out the Wi-Fi at Buffalo Wild Wings and I've discovered that, once every 10 page loads or so, they throw an advertisement for their restaurant and it's specials up instead of the requested page.  This makes me very upset.

The point in the DMN article is that, unlike Starbucks, who still charges for their Wi-Fi access, other coffee houses, restaurants and bars offer it for free, in an effort to lure people from the evil chain and into their place.  For me, it has been a largely successful ploy, as I couldn't tell you the last time I stepped into a Starbucks.  For Buffalo Wild Wings to then punish me for coming in by subjecting me to advertising is silly and won't make me a repeat customer.

In this society in which we are bombarded by advertising, to punish a person for taking the bait you offered to come into your restaurant, and then force them to sit through even more advertising is silly.  More importantly, it's a bad business decision.  I'll come back to BWW at some point, I'm sure.  But I won't come back nearly as often and never to use their wireless access.

 

A Big Summer

A big one indeed, it has been for my sister, Aubrie.  Earlier in the summer, she graduated with her Master's degree in Occupational Therapy.

Tonight, she got engaged.

Her boyfriend took her to my restaurant, so I got to be there.  It was a really sweet moment, and one that, she says, she had no idea about.

I took lots of pictures, but I can't seem to find my cable for my camera.  When I do, I'll post them up here. In the mean time, head over to her place and congratulate her and Justin!

Reason #4204 that I love my apartment complex

In my apartment complex I've been approached by random strippers who've nearly been raped, junkies living in an empty garage that my Jack Russell Terrier scares away, rap battles and coyotes (all of which are documented on this blog, but that I'm too lazy to link to right now).

Today, the fire hydrant has been opened up and kids are playing in it.  How awesome is that!  While I was walking my dog, I saw the kids playing on it, and it was all fun and games until an angry Italian man came up and started beating the crap out of another guy who was just standing there, yelling something about "You better not touch my sister!"

Ok, just kidding about that last part, but kids playing in a hydrant.  It goes on my list of things I'll miss about my apartment complex when I move.

Psuedo-girlfriends

Those of us who've been single into our mid to late-twenties know about this phenomenon.  The Psuedo-boyfriend/girlfriend is the person of the opposite sex with which you have no romantic involvement, but you end up doing the things that couples do together on a more than regular basis.

My friend, Carly, is mine.  A few months ago, we laughed as we went shopping for our friend, Lana's, baby shower gift together.  There we were, on a Sunday, going to Target, looking up gift registries, buying presents and cards, and then going to a baby shower together.  It was such a couply thing to do.

Carly's and my psuedo-relationship (is that grammatically correct? I spent a couple of minutes mulling it over and I think "Carly's and my" is correct) took a jump to a whole new level this week, as a result of the baby shower.  We got mail addressed to the both of us.  It was a thank you note from Lana, addressed to the both of us.

Seriously, we might as well just start dating for real.

Incidentally, as of yesterday evening, Lana and Chad are new parents, and Lori is a new Aunt.  Congratulations to all!!!!

Anxiety

I'm feeling a little better.

I don't know, exactly, what happened.  I know it kinda went away at work yesterday.  I described it as a "funk" a few days ago, but that was mostly because I couldn't really figure out what was going on. 

Anxiety is something that I've never really felt in my life.  That's a good thing, to be sure.  While I've certainly been nervous about things in my life before, in general I've always been able to see beyond the choices that I've made.  The other night, when my mind finally internalized the big step I was making in buying a house, anxiety just gripped me.  I was laying in bed and was just absolutely paralyzed.

It seems so silly when I write it down like this, because it was literally one of those "one second you're fine, the next second you aren't" things.

Many of you have commented, telling me that this was normal for you as well, when you bought your houses.  That made me feel better (at least mentally).

The other thing was that I'd been off of work for about 3 days, so I had nothing to do with myself but be alone with my thoughts.  When I walked into work yesterday, several people asked me if I was alright, because I was demonstrably tense.  I just felt really geeked up, to the point where I couldn't talk with any sort of articulation (something that is very strange for me.  Ask anyone who knows me... I'm a talker).  Luckily we got really, really busy last night and the constant running was exactly what my amped up body needed.

Negotiations have fallen through on the house I really wanted, as of last night.  We were close, but they weren't willing to come down any further (and I think rightfully so) and I wasn't willing to go any higher because I was already at the high end of my price range, and I just worried about getting myself in over my head on my first house.  So, it's back to the drawing board on that... There are other houses out there that I liked, so I'm gonna spend a few days just not thinking about it, and then move on.

I feel really foolish with all of this, but I appreciate the little emails and comments you all left.

Incidentally, Alley Rat has a great post up today about a rather anxious time in her life.

Funk

I'm in kind of a funk.

I'm not sure why, exactly, but it's been going on for a few days now.  Not depression or anything, just kind of an uneasiness, constant grumpiness, feeling tired a lot, but never wanting to go to sleep.  Motivation factor just slightly above zero.

I have a feeling that, this week, with one of the managers at the restaurant out of town and me working more hours because of it will help jump start me.  I'll work 50-55 hours this week, probably.

It's creeping up in strange areas, too.  I put a bid in on the house I'm looking at on Friday.  Friday night, while in bed trying to go to sleep, I had this little jolt in my stomach, and suddenly the whole home ownership thing seemed like a big mistake.  It wasn't panic, but just second thoughts.  I've talked to some people who've said this was pretty normal.

Just for the sake of updating, they've countered, and I've countered back.  We'll see what happens.

Anyway, I don't know exactly what the purpose of this post is, except maybe to contribute a bit of the mood of the writer.

Blogoversary

Today, SRWU is one year old.

I'm not sure exactly what to do with this post.  This year, as a result of this blog, has been so much more rewarding than I ever imagined it would be.  One year ago, I'd heard of blogs, thought they were a swell idea, and created a blogspot account on a whim.  I think, at the time, I intended to write this as more of a journal.  For some reason I thought that my life, and my stunning ability to turn a phrase, would be so interesting that I'd be able to write a personal journal that people would be inexplicably drawn to it.  Ahhh, youth....

The very, very first person I found was Summer.   It was a random find, as I looked up other Blogger bloggers who lived in Dallas.  She cracked me up with her style and sciency goodness.  One of the first things I read was when she said this:

You know how if you breathe Helium, it makes your voice sound reallyreally high?  Apparently, if you breathe Argon, it makes your voice LOW.  Must try.

This totally captures Summer.  Since then we've managed to almost run into each other twice.  One year later, she's moved into an, apparently, kick-ass, peak of modernity, loft in Dallas with her boyfriend, and, as she said to me yesterday,(right, forgot to mention that she said this to me yesterday after inviting me to her loft-warming party... tsk, tsk... after a year I'm still bad with details) "Yay!  We will finally be in the same location at the same time -- and know about it!"

One day, while I was at work, I mentioned to a friend, Lana, that I had started a blog and she said, "My sister's got one of those!"  She gave me the address, and Lori and I soon became friends.  Lori became my blog-mom, in a way.   Because of her, I was exposed to my first audience.  Aly, Collin, Chuck, Pauly D... These people were all people I got connected to through Lori, and it changed my blog.  I've told people, often, that part of what made blogging addictive for me was knowing that I had an audience.  Having an audience caused me to write for that audience, and my writing style developed and evolved as a result.  It's a small distinction, but when I tell people to write for their audience, more often than not they begin to understand why it's so important.

When I started, I didn't, necessarily, intend this to as political a blog as it is.  My blog came of age during the 2004 election and, inevitably, politics became a real focal point of this blog.  In fact, I remember after the heartbreak of the election, writing something to the effect of, "I'm not sure what this blog will be now..." and believing that there was no possible way to write about politics anymore.  Around this time, Wizbang made the ill-informed choice of nominating me for a "Best Liberal Blogger of 2004" award, a contest in which the mere 3% of the vote I received is pretty indicative of just how out of place I was in a contest with the Brad DeLongs, MyDDs and Matt Yglesias of the world.

Today, SRWU is a little community, and I'm really proud of that.  I say it a lot to my friends but, even though it is a nerdy little hobby, blogging is one of the most rewarding things I've ever done because I've never done anything my life that has been met with more kindness, input, and positive reinforcement by total strangers than this.  You all make it worth me coming back and doing this, and I'm glad you are all still out there.  As I said to someone a couple of days ago, I'm dangerously close to showing more commitment to this blog than I have to anything else in my life.

Some Stats (all numbers are estimates, as I was slow to get any tracking software up on the blog):
This website has received 58197 hits according to Typepad, and 44,597 according to Sitemeter (which had about a two month absence from the TypePad blog when I moved from Blogger to Typepad).

The most hits received in one day was 1107, as a result of a link from Brad DeLong about my review of The Fog of War.

There have been 1210 posts and 1580 comments

This site averages 237 hits a day.

Thanks to all of you.  As I've said, you make it worth my while.  Here's to a great Sophomore year at SRWU.

Times Like These

With at least 37 people dead in a terrorist attack, even the most eloquent of writers must struggle with what to say.

And since I am not, it's even harder.  When this happened in Madrid, you knew it was an attempt to disrupt the elections taking place there (an attempt which was successful).  Obviously the timing of this is because of the G8 summit taking place in Scotland today.

All you can do is just sit, watch, and sympathize.  It's hard not to conjure up images and feelings of September, almost 4 years ago.

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