Too much fun, and other things not so fun
* I had more fun last night than I've had since last year's concert. Jimmy Buffett gives such an awesome performance to the crowd, the weather was absolutely perfect, and the company couldn't have been more entertaining. When you go to these shows, who you end up sitting by on the lawn can really make or break a fun time - as in you'd rather not be sitting next to a group of completely smashed college kids who do the stupid things college kids do. I know this because I used to be one of those college kids. Luckily for us, we had a great group of fun, crazy guys to our left and very nice folks to our right. A great time had by all...
* This morning, I've been watching a bit of the Today Show coverage of the horrific hurricane devastation before heading off to work. The footage of the gulf coast, especially New Orleans, is absolutely heart-breaking. I paid $3.49 for gasoline yesterday; I bitched about it, but at least I have access to gas, and food, and shelter, and my family. My fuel "crisis" may be significant to me, but it is really so small compared to what the stranded victims are facing. My biggest crisis of the morning was finding out where Milo had hidden one of my strappy sandals, whether or not I had any more whipped peanut butter, and whether I'll get a brief filed on time today. These people are beyond desperate. I watched some families walking out of the dirty water up a freeway ramp to dry ground, but with nowhere to go after that. They were wet and exhausted and hot; they had nothing with them but each other. One woman carried a sweet little boy, and there was very little emotion on her face except for the tears running down her cheeks. The loss and uncertainty these people are feeling must be so overwhelming.
I know it takes time to mobilize troops and get aid to the victims, and I know there are thousands of volunteers working hard to rescue people and find shelter for them. But why didn't the President move more quickly to send help? It may be a naive question to ask, but this is a disaster in our own country and a complete tragedy to many American people. Sure, he cut his vacation short to tour the region yesterday - more than 2 days after the hurricane hit. It's a natural disaster, and I know there's no one to blame for that. But it makes me so sad, and gives me perspective about my own good life, to see all of those desperate people in such need.
* And finally, I have decided to to stop blogging for now, and maybe for good. I have all the standard reasons, both personal and professional. I just don't have the idle time anymore to write the kind of posts I'd like to be writing or to post on a very regular basis, both of which made blogging fun for me in the past. I have been less than inspired as of late to write much of anything substantive about the goings-on in the world or in my life, and the fluff around here is getting a bit stale. I am not going to take the blog down, and I am keeping open my options to pick it back up once I get moved and a bit more settled with my career. Who knows - it is quite possible that the old appeal of late-night blogging with a glass of wine will hit me again one of these days soon. September is my favorite month, and I hope y'all have one as good as gold.
* This morning, I've been watching a bit of the Today Show coverage of the horrific hurricane devastation before heading off to work. The footage of the gulf coast, especially New Orleans, is absolutely heart-breaking. I paid $3.49 for gasoline yesterday; I bitched about it, but at least I have access to gas, and food, and shelter, and my family. My fuel "crisis" may be significant to me, but it is really so small compared to what the stranded victims are facing. My biggest crisis of the morning was finding out where Milo had hidden one of my strappy sandals, whether or not I had any more whipped peanut butter, and whether I'll get a brief filed on time today. These people are beyond desperate. I watched some families walking out of the dirty water up a freeway ramp to dry ground, but with nowhere to go after that. They were wet and exhausted and hot; they had nothing with them but each other. One woman carried a sweet little boy, and there was very little emotion on her face except for the tears running down her cheeks. The loss and uncertainty these people are feeling must be so overwhelming.
I know it takes time to mobilize troops and get aid to the victims, and I know there are thousands of volunteers working hard to rescue people and find shelter for them. But why didn't the President move more quickly to send help? It may be a naive question to ask, but this is a disaster in our own country and a complete tragedy to many American people. Sure, he cut his vacation short to tour the region yesterday - more than 2 days after the hurricane hit. It's a natural disaster, and I know there's no one to blame for that. But it makes me so sad, and gives me perspective about my own good life, to see all of those desperate people in such need.
* And finally, I have decided to to stop blogging for now, and maybe for good. I have all the standard reasons, both personal and professional. I just don't have the idle time anymore to write the kind of posts I'd like to be writing or to post on a very regular basis, both of which made blogging fun for me in the past. I have been less than inspired as of late to write much of anything substantive about the goings-on in the world or in my life, and the fluff around here is getting a bit stale. I am not going to take the blog down, and I am keeping open my options to pick it back up once I get moved and a bit more settled with my career. Who knows - it is quite possible that the old appeal of late-night blogging with a glass of wine will hit me again one of these days soon. September is my favorite month, and I hope y'all have one as good as gold.
posted by Amanda at 7:17 AM
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