Category Archives: living in the USA

The Perfect Snow

Yesterday we had the perfect snow: it fell very prettily for hours, coating everything in white – except the roads. But I didn’t know it wouldn’t stick to the roads, so I went home early (I don’t know very well how to drive in snow yet, and try to avoid it) and participated in a phone conference from there.

WFH (working from home) will be much easier after I get an Internet connection installed next week. I can’t use my housemate’s; she uses it for her own Sun OpenWork. OpenWork was mentioned in the Economist this week, as part of a special section on The Mobile Workforce, with several quotes from Jonathan. Recommended reading.

Katrina

iPods appear to be programmed with a sense of irony. When I turned on my iPod for my Monday morning commute and set it to Shuffle, the song that came up first, at random, was Randy Newman’s “Louisiana 1927” :

Louisiana, Louisiana
They’re tryin’ to wash us away
They’re tryin’ to wash us away

That seemed funny at the time. I’m not laughing now. I wasn’t prepared for how hard this has hit me. I was born in New Orleans, but I haven’t been back there in over 30 years. I vaguely wanted to go, someday, retrace my roots – my father was born there, and his mother, and, a few generations before that, our Tiemann ancestor came from Germany and settled there, just in time to fight for the state of Louisiana in the Civil War. I still have relatives in New Orleans. Hopefully.

I figured there was time yet in my life to go back to New Orleans and learn something about where I came from.

I was wrong.

Gulfport

Below is from the Woodstock alumni group; KIS refers to our sister school, Kodaikanal International School in south India.

Sept. 1, 2005

Joel lives in Gulfport, MS and is a nurse. He raised lots of money from his hospital and others in his area for the South Indian Tsunami victims, established a non-profit and went over to India for several weeks to find places where he could be helpful. Quite a guy!
Jane Cummings

…As to our situation I haven’t had time to think about it. We stayed at my step daughters house for the hurricane and on my way into work last night stopped by our house, it was overwhelming I must admit. It was in a 500 year flood zone, essentially meaning that it would not flood. We are close to I-10 and our house was 10 feet higher than I-10, was told that interstates were built above all flood levels, wrong! I had checked into flood insurance when we first moved there and was told that we didn’t fit in the qualifications because of the elevation, well, 90% of the damage is flood damage and not covered by insurance! But at this time that is all beside the point.

I stopped at the house to get a uniform for work and not much was left in the house, ended up coming in in my shorts and t-shirt, we are working 20+ hour shifts because so many staff cannot get to work or have not been heard from, the stories we are hearing of survival and death are amazing and beyond my normal comprehension. This is truly America’s tsunami. I had been planning to be leaving for the reunion Thursday morning, that is not happening, I was really looking forward to seeing you but that will have to wait for another time. I fear that the fatalities may well rise above 1,000 in a two county area, there are some areas 10 miles deep and twenty miles long that nothing is left standing and was completely under water, nobody knows yet what happened to those residents who stayed. We are having Coast Guard helicopters, sometimes one after another for hours at a time bringing in survivors picked off roof tops. The hospital was severely damaged however the only one in operation on the Mississippi coast except for one on the far eastern side of the coast so needless to say we are being stress to the max to provide for the needs of the people. I do believe that after the search and rescue phase is complete that martial law will be implemented.

I have not had time to contemplate my personal situation, I find it ironic that 15 years ago we lost everything in a house fire, and now a flood, that’s the definition of “hell & high water” for you! Anyway the bottom line is our family survived and we can replace anything else in time. So it’s one day at a time and it is times like this that one has to re-evaluate priories and be thankful for what we do have. My break is over, I’ll be in touch periodically, thanks for your concern. You can share this note with anyone you think may be interested.

Take care, Peace, Joel Turner, ’70


and, in case you’re inclined to blame the victims…


Worse Than Iraq?

from a discussion forum for professional TV photographers:

The reports coming out of New Orleans right now are just unreal. People are getting beyond desperate and it’s only a matter of time before someone in the media gets shot. I’m urging anyone who can contact your people on the area – get them out before all hell breaks loose. You can always go back after the military has regained control.

If you don’t believe me, then just read this

It’s the same thing on CNN and Foxnews too. For God’s sake, get clear of this while you still can. No story is worth dying for, not even this one.


Lighting a Single Candle

A sample entry from http://www.hurricanehousing.org/

Housing for 3 people in Selma, AL

I live in an old mobile home in a rural area outside of Selma. I don’t have much but what I do have I am willing to share as best I can. I figure we can make room for 2 or 3 for a few weeks. It ain’t much to look at and I ain’t much of a housekeeper but it’s dry when it rains, cool in the summer with air and warm if the weather should turn cold. Town is about eight miles away. Work in the local area is spotty at best. I have a real friendly couple of pets here, both a dog and a cat (well, to tell the truth sometimes the cat ain’t so friendly) and if you have a friendly socialble pet that might be able to get along OK with them and might like to run around on a couple of acres in the country, we’ll see what we can do to accomodate. If you’re looking for luxury, this ain’t for you. If you’re looking for someone that will share the little bit that they got, come on up this way and lets see if we can’t do something to get you settled. The conditions here are probably best for someone that can get around OK. Disabled and handicapped would have some problems. All I ask in return is that you pitch in around the house and provide as you are able.

Health Care

By the time we arrived in Austin, Rosie had been moved from the Austin Heart Hospital to the “rehabilitation” wing of St. David’s hospital, where she had previously passed two four-month periods. I hadn’t been to that particular wing before; when I visited in November, 2003, she was in St. David’s intensive care. Both times I was impressed by the kindness of the staff. Rossella observed that, while the people who cared for her in the Lecco hospital were competent, they weren’t particularly nice, and always seemed to be in a hurry. The St. David’s staff were busy, but they took time to be nice about it, even a little too nice at times: “Hi, I’m Keith, I’ll be taking you down to radiology this evening” – he sounded like a waiter.

The St. David’s staff were always careful to explain what they were doing and why, sometimes too simplistically. The doctor used a medical baby talk that didn’t tell us much: “The tests on your liver showed results in three areas that we’re not happy about, so we want to investigate some more.” If she’d been a little more specific, we probably could have handled the information. I suppose in rehab they’re accustomed to dealing with confused old people who are easily overwhelmed by medical details; Rosie is sharp as a tack, no problem there.

I was surprised at the number of different kinds of staff it takes to run that wing. Not just doctors, nurses, and orderlies, but also nurse practitioners and a case manager, occupational therapists and physical therapists. Having been through it all so many times, Rosie has no patience with the therapists. She knows by heart their “use it or lose it” speeches: “If you lie in bed and don’t use your muscles, soon you won’t be able to use them, so we’ve got to get you up and moving.” Up and moving is what you don’t want to be when you’re nauseated for reasons the doctors can’t even explain, but when Rosie refused to get up, the therapists would threaten her with: “We’ll have to discuss this with your doctor.” These strong-bodied and strong-minded young women had to learn the hard way that they are dealing with a woman who, while frail in body decades beyond her 76 years, is far stronger in character than anyone they’ve yet had to deal with. Faced with Rosie’s stubbornness and her son Guy’s constant, protective presence, the therapists eventually withdrew from battle. They remembered her from last time, and doubtless will remember her this time as well.

Most of the staff love Rosie, though, and who wouldn’t? In spite of years of severe illness, repeated surgeries and hospitalizations, she manages to maintain a sense of humor and a joy in people that are rare anywhere in life, let alone in a hospital ward. As one of the nurses put it: “We’re sorry you had to come back, but we’re glad to see you.”

Austin Music

While driving us around in his car, my friend John introduced us to radio station KGSR , playing an eclectic mix of great rock and blues. He also gave us one of the station’s broadcast twin CD packs featuring (among many others) Los Lonely Boys. I’d never heard of them, and didn’t have an opportunity to listen to the CD during the trip, but my brother mentioned that they’re “all the rage” in Austin these days.

Austin’s Bergstrom airport is small, but, as befits “the live music capital of the world,” it’s got a selection of great music in the “Austin City Limits” store, and you can listen to some of it. So I got to hear Los Lonely Boys there, fell instantly in love, then was immensely frustrated that the CD was out of stock. So I bought a concert DVD instead, and am listening to it now. Wow! If you like hard-rocking Texas blues a la’ Stevie Ray Vaughn, you will LOVE this.

Austin airport also has a great bookstore, a branch of Book People, one of the few independent bookstores left in America. Even though I could get the same books cheaper on Amazon, I make it a point to shop at Book People’s main store when I’m in Austin: only at independent bookstores can you browse through shelves of books selected by intelligent readers who DON’T necessarily think the way you do, an experience which Amazon so far has not been able to duplicate.

I bought Jared Diamond’s new book, “Collapse,” which I eagerly anticipate will be as amazing as his Pulitzer Prize-winning “Guns, Germs and Steel.”

Overheard on Campus

A group of young students were sitting by the turtle pond when we stopped by to say hi to our turtles’ relatives. One (girl, not turtle) concluded a cellphone conversation and turned to the others:

“Guess what Mary just told me! She smoked dope with her mom!”

Her friends’ reactions were mostly of the “Eww!” variety. The conversation then turned to to who else’s parents smoke dope (most of the group), how they had learned about it, and whether they would ever smoke with their parents. Some parents had tried to hide the fact from their kids, as ineptly as they might once have tried to hide from their own parents: “He said it belonged to a friend, but I knew it was his.”

Kids today. You just can’t tell ’em anything.