The harrowing story of Memorial Hospital after Katrina.
Take me as I am cause I’m going
I was too scared to start now
I’m too scared to let go
“You know, it’s amazing how many supervillains have advanced degrees. Graduate schools should probably do a better job screening those people out.”
-“The Codpiece Topology,” The Big Bang Theory
At the risk of getting in a little trouble — here’s a poster in the house I’m currently staying in:
“Katrina was a problem. HUD is a disaster.”
Deathmøle is a fictional, post-metal band based in Northhampton MA. They are pretty good.
Catching up on my New Orleans reading. One of the themes, mental health. Here’s a link to a series in the Washington Times:
“The Washington Times spent more than three weeks on the streets of New Orleans this spring chronicling the crisis. Reporters and a photographertraveled with the police crisis unit and conducted scores of interviews with victims, their families and the front-line responders.”
//hat tip: Harry Shearer
“It’s not just the athletic artistry that compels interest in tennis at the professional level. It’s also what this level requires — what it’s taken for the 100th-ranked player in the world to get there, what it takes to stay, what it would take to rise even higher against other men who’ve paid the same price he’s paid.
Bismarck’s epigram about diplomacy and sausage applies also to the way we Americans seem to feel about professional athletes. We revere athletic excellence, competitive success. And it’s more than attention we pay; we pay; we vote with our wallets. We’ll spend large sums to watch a truly great athelete; we’ll reward him with celebrity and adulation and will even go so far as to buy products and services he endorses.
But we prefer not to countenance the kinds of sacrifices the professional-grade athlete has made to get so good at one particular thing. Oh, we’ll pay lip service to these sacrifices — we’ll invoke lush cliches about the lonely heroism of Olympic athletes, the pain and analgesia of football, the early rising and hours of practice and restricted diets, the privations, the prefight celibacy, etc. But the actual facts of the sacrifices repel us when we see them: basketball geniuses who cannot read, sprinters who dope themselves, defensive tackles who shoot up bovine hormones until the collapse of explode. We prefer not to consider the shockingly vapid and primitive comments uttered by athletes in postcontest interviews, or to imagine what impoverishments in one’s mental life would allow people actually to think in the simplistic way great athletes seem to think. Note the way “up-close and personal profiles” of professional athletes strain so hard to find evidence of a rounded human life— outside interests and activities, charities, values beyond the sport. We ignore what’s obvious, that most of this straining is farce. It’s farce because the realities of top-level athletics today require an early and total commitment to one pursuit. An almost ascetic focus. A subsumption of almost all other features of human life to their one chosen talent and pursuit. A consent to live in a world that, like a child’s world, is very serious and very small.”
hat tip// Truehoop