I don’t give a damn what the hell you Yankees/Texans do, do it in your own yard, and shut the fuck up. We don’t care what you do, and we don’t want your damned PVC sided beige square houses uglying up our town. Go home, and quit looking at my home as simply a chance to line your wallets.
I’m so glad all you Chicagoans have figured out exactly how to fix New Orleans. Look at your own nasty city and explain why you can’t deal with the snow other than to throw tons of salt on the road, and why you can’t buy a beer for under $5. Fuck you, you fucking fucks.
What about you fucks that don’t want to rebuild NOLA because we’re below sea level. Well, fuckheads, then we shouldn’t have rebuilt that cesspool Chicago after the fire, that Sodom San Francisco after the earthquakes, Miami after endless hurricanes, or New York because it’s a magnet for terrorists.
And fuck Kansas, Iowa, and your fucking tornados.
Fuck you, San Antonio. You aren’t getting our Saints. When I get to the Alamo, I’m taking a piss on it. You probably go to funerals and hit on the widow. Classless fucks.
Fuck you Houston and Atlanta. No matter how many of our residents you steal, how many of our events you pilfer, you still ain’t got no culture. One of our neighborhoods has more character than all of your pathetic cookie-cutter suburbs laid end to end. Fuck you, fuck you all.
Fuck you Tom Benson. I hate you on so fucking many levels, but the main one is this: they aren’t your Saints, they’re ours. The NEW FUCKING ORLEANS Saints. All you had to do was say that you were coming back. But you didn’t. You had to fuck around to try to get more money. Fuck you, you greedy bastardo. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that you have phased out all of the merchandise that has the state of Louisiana on it. Don’t think we haven’t noticed how hard it is to get some Saints merchandise that actually says “New Orleans” on it. Fuck you, Fuck San Antonio, Fuck your whole fucking family. And if you and Rita think that anybody is going to patronize your car dealerships, then you got another thing coming, fuckface.
Fuck you New York. You lose a neighborhood and get scads of federal aid. We lose an entire FUCKING COAST, and the freespending W administration finally decides to become fiscally responsible. And fuck you all for taunting the New Orleans Saints fans, who have to deal with playing a home game in the Meadowlands. Fuck you, you classless motherfuckers. New Orleans donates a fire engine to the FDNY after 9/11, and you give us shit. Fuck you, fuck your town, fuck your residents, fuck your politicians. You. All. Suck.
Fuck you governess Blanco. Get your act together. Get a clue, or at least hire somebody who does.
Fuck you army corps of engineers. You are so full of yourself, and you don’t have clue fucking one. Building levees on jello. You should be tried and convicted of treason, or mass murder. Fuck you all, let’s give our money to the Dutch – they seem to have this shit figured out.
Fuck the Bush administration. Putting Mike Brown in charge of FEMA, you clueless fucking scalawag. You said “we will do what it takes”. Then do it.
"Hana... His voice was what so many didn't know how to express. The power of his voice is still here and amazingly pertinent and inside each and every one of us in the city. Seeing it portrayed on screen is one of many such proofs."
This is exactly it - I was watching the show last night (did NOT cry, I have to say proudly) and this is what was wrong:
even though John Goodman is is an excellent actor and the body type added to the whole Ashley-like thing, he was not INTENSE enough.
I know that when Ash was saying this his head looked like it was gonna explode. His voice got an octave higher, he spoke faster, he shook his head....
John Goodman was good but he did not look crazy and that's the difference. There were many people who would not argue with Ash simply because they were scared, because he look like he was gonna loose it.
Otherwise - I really, really liked the show. Even though a friend of mine, watching it, said that people outside of NOLA will not get it. Honestly, A) I don't really care if they do and B) this is possibly the best way to show them what was happening in people's mind. Not the floaters and the mold. The darkness of desperation and the incredible will and strength to live, rebuild, return thing to what they were.
So I am watching the interview with David Simon about Treme. And watching the bit with John Goodman. Listening to him saying Ashley's words.
And all I can think of is How fucked up this is. Thinking how much insecure Ash was, how he thought nobody took him seriously. Always doubting himself. Always trying to be better, smarter, more informed. Always thinking that his work does not really mean much to anybody.
And now he is a character in a movie! Movie by David Simon whom he admired tremendously.
Now the whole US will finally hear him. They will hear what he was saying 4 years ago. His work will finally have a meaning. To hundreds, maybe thousands.
And how fucked up is it that this happened after his death. I don't know what he would do if he saw this. Being portrait by John Goodman. Him, a poor boy from Pensacola. A son of a used-cars salesman. I wonder if he would finally believe that he meant a lot to a lot of people. That he changed this world without knowing it.
It is fascinating to me how I changed since I came to US. While I am literally lying awake at night thinking what else I could do to help the people in Haiti, most Czech people seem to be just primitive racists. I am flabbergasted by a discussion about whether Haiti should be a slave nation owned by France... a discussion about the intelligence of black people - I mean I literally cannot get my head around it. How can anybody, I mean ANYBODY even the last redneck, think like that? I don't get it. I am pretty sure I was never like them but it scared the heck out of me that I would ever get in a discussion with them. And in an informal pool by a leading Czech paper, something like 75% people said they will not contribute anything to the disaster funds. I don't know. Maybe they would need some good natural disaster over there. Then I could tell them how they are not worth saving.
I have not been at this blog forever but something really freaky just happened:
I have been trying to sell Ashley's Rhodes piano for almost a year (on and off). A few people came but nobody could find the cables for it so they did not buy it.
Now - Ashley, as you know, loved the Wire. David Simon is making a new series Treme where he might be using some of Ashley's blog material.
So - this morning a guy called. He said he just moved here from Europe and he wants to see the piano. He came this afternoon and he FOUND THE CABLES! They were in a storage in the lid of the piano. I am thinking - well you found it, congrats, it is yours. Then we got to talk about why he moved here. He is an actor and he plays in guess what - TREME!!!!!
Now the really freaky thing would be if he played a character based on Ashley because this guy, like Ash, had a shaggy beard and hair going all over the place.
Now tell me that that is not freaky. It was just meant to be.
We went to a farm today. It is only about 15 min by bus and they have riding horses, a cow, some sheep, and goats. And a cherry orchard where you can freely pick as many cherries as you can at at the spot. It is awesomely undeveloped without any modern playgrounds, picnic areas, or parking lots. You arrive by a bus, sit on the grass, and play hide and seek among the trees. The kids looked so happy. They were just kids. They forgot all about Spongebob, and computer games, and Hannah Montana. They were digging in the dirt, picking wild flowers, and chasing birds. And of course, they had the biggest kick out of feeding the cow and the goats various leaves they picked around.
So we were all thinking how nice it would be to live here and do this all the time. That was till we got home and listened to "Rock with the Hot 8". They all started to dance and sing and it was just sooo obvious that they are New Orleanians. They need Mardi Gras beads, crawfish, and beignets as much as they need to breathe. They need to be in the hot, muggy, stinky New Orleans summer because the fresh air of Czech meadows would kill them.
Sorry I have not been keeping up with the blog. On the other hand, try taking care of 3 kids and then we will talk about having/not having free time.
Soo - we are in Prague, Czech or Praha, Cechy. The flight was a lot of fun as you can imagine. Amazingly, the kids were so well behaved it looked like I have some control over them (which I don't).
However, after standing on the Amsterdam runway for 45 min, we missed the connection to Prague. No help, no concern, they let me run with the carry on, stroller, and three sleeping kids through the airport. Then I was told by the airport "transfer desk" that my missed plane is not their problem but Continental's problem because they made me late. Continental referred me back to the transfer desk. Mind that this is all still with the sleeping babies, carry ons, stroller, and no help whatsoever.
Finally, after waiting at the airport for 6 (SIX) hours, we boarder a plane to Prague. The Czech crew raised to a whole new level of apathy and selfishness. After being told that I have too much carry on baggage (I had two, could have had four) they laughed at me for traveling alone with 3 kids and a stroller. Not for a moment any of them thought of helping me.
At that point, I was using all of my profanity vocabulary. Interestingly, I was using the same profanities Ashley was using when he traveled to Europe. A special, European oriented ones.
One week later, things are a lot better. The kids have a blast. Yesterday we went to KidFest in Prague. Rey really enjoyed bow and arrows at the Indians village and using a slingshot at the Middle Ages village. Annabel got her face pained as a Indian princes. They all had the biggest cotton candy of their lives and it ended up everywhere, including all over their hair. They had little sparkling halos of cotton candy.
Today, we are going to a farm so Katerina will get her animal fix. She has been missing our cats like crazy and she keeps begging for a dog.
So the Audubon Charter school closed till Thursday because of a confirmed case of the oink flu. That is all fine with me and especially with Annabel. Katerina is pissed off. She wants the swine flu in her school too.
At the same time, I am more worried about the virus that attacked my new MacBook and fucks Safari to the point I have to reboot. I should take it the Apple store. Should, would, maybe, sometimes. Or maybe the Mac Book has the flu too !!!! Let's panic. I love panicking. When you panic, you don't have to worry about the real problems.
The storms - it is Ash being pissed he cannot drink with us tonight. I swear.
Not crazy but I just know. I have said this before but every time there is something big going on about him, there is a thunderstorm (fitting with his personality, btw). The night they brought his body back to NOLA there was the storm of the storms. And people from all over the town were telling me that they heard this one particular loud thunder at the same time. There was just something different about that one so people remembered it.
And then tell me that I am the only one crazy :-) Hey, we live in NOLA. That's why we live here. If we were normal, we would be living in the suburbs of Denver.
So I have been listening to one of my favorite bands The Dixie Chicks. I like their version of the Landslide better than the Fleetwood's. So here are the lyrics for today:
Oh, mirror in the sky What is love Can the child within my heart rise above Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides Can I handle the seasons of my life
Well, Ive been afraid of changing cause Ive built my life around you But time makes you bolder Children get older Im getting older too
Then I heard this one (Long Time Gone):
Been a long time gone No, I aint hoed a row since I dont know when Long time gone And it aint coming back again
And I thought of my family wanting me back in Europe.
Songs have always had a lot of meaning for me. I am a mixture of country, blues, bluegrass, 80s, and swing. Songs are good for your soul.