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Early last saturday morning Kumal and Brian and I greeted the sun from Jesse and Arum's rooftop. It was one of those unexpected great moments. The kind of perfect moment Spaulding Gray must have been talking about in Swimming to Cambodia.
I had no idea there was a hurricane named Katrina. No sense of impending disaster. When I saw the picture on the front page of the paper late sunday afternoon, i was amazed. everything under water. everything. unbelieveable...like the pictures from abu grabe...too amazing to be real...like the falling towers...and still somehow I shook my head in disbelief and went back to work and pretty much forgot about it until I saw the picture of the body floating in the water a few days later. Is this really happening here? in the us? But still shook my head and went back to shelving books and pretty much forgot about it.
Yesterday there were protesters in Union Square. Why isn't there more disaster relief? Why were the levees left in such condition? Good questions. The general consensus in Union Square aka Camp Casey seemed (to borrow a phrase from the energy blog) to be that the bush administration was out to "prove that government doesn't work while simultanously robbing tax payers blind."
Today I passed on going to the big parade in Brooklyn in favor of organizing the file cabinet at the community garden. There was something good about seeing those papers. Calanders for planting...bylaws...optimistic mission statements...maybe there's still time to plant kale.
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