August 31st, 2005


Sultry Again

Very late, a silver sliver of moon rose with a broad grin, giving me the feeling that I was being watched. Desert wind blew from the north, keeping the night warmer than it's been of late. The next several days are all expected to be in the 90s. The stubborn summer intends to hang on as long as possible, even though the oaks have begun to drop their acorns. When gusts blew last night, I could hear the squirrel food clattering down on the metal rooftops of the trailers on the next block. The crickets chirped until first light. Stepping out just after midnight, I thought I heard a distant rumble of thunder, but it turned out to be a passing jet. It feels like an age since I last heard rain.

Whatever virus or airborne irritant is causing my stuffy head and scratchy throat and periodic sneezes persists. It would take very little to convince me that it is the onset of tuberculosis or lung cancer. As neither the broken tooth nor the departed toenail has brought on any infection that would kill me, I must worry about some other fatal malady.

I have an inexplicable craving for orange sherbet. Damn, I wish it would cool off around here!

Also: Mayor says entire city will soon be underwater I'm not watching anymore. I can't look at it.
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Subtropical Depression

I'm finding it difficult to focus my attention on my placid surroundings, as I am constantly drawn toward that media storm, the eye of which has hovered over the gulf coast for the last few days. My every thought washed away by the flood of images, my displaced mind wanders the wreckage like a refugee, more astonished by each abominable wonder revealed along the route of its unwonted journey. I'm sitting in my air conditioned room, having consumed an ample, cooked dinner, knowing that I will soon take a hot shower, and that there will most likely follow another tranquil night of chirping crickets and soft mountain breezes, but the images from the distant disaster follow me like the memory of some nightmare that can't be shaken off. Nothing can keep me from sensing that bell, tolling, tolling, tolling.

From October, 2001: Scientific American: Drowning New Orleans [ CIVIL ENGINEERING ]
A major hurricane could swamp New Orleans under 20 feet of water, killing thousands. Human activities along the Mississippi River have dramatically increased the risk, and now only massive reengineering of southeastern Louisiana can save the city

For the northeast: The hurricane of 1938. That which has been is that which shall be.