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Back in San Francisco

Tuesday, September 27th, 2005

I arrived in San Francisco on Saturday afternoon, just in time to catch the tail-end of The Love Parade. Frank was able to get us VIP Passes and we got to see his friend, Joseph Lee, spinning records in the lobby of City Hall and enjoy the catered side of the electronic music fun fest. It was the first time I’d ever been inside City Hall and, I must say, it’s strikingly beautiful. After munching on some free food, we wandered back out in to non-VIP land and enjoyed the music and occasionally shook our hips a little bit.

We spent most of the time time looking for his boyfriend, but by the time we found him, it was time to leave The Love Parade and journey on to other endeavours. I split from them and went over to Mike and Philip’s house. We sat around, drank some beer, and talked. Soon after arriving, Jimmy, Ray, Yanko, and Braddon came over. It was and still is so good to see each other again.

I spent the night at Mike and Philip’s and woke the next morning to have breakfast with them at The Cove Cafe. Strangely enough, one of the morning specials was an avocado, chorizo, and cheese omelette. The only thing I brought here from Mexico, other than my clothes, was chorizo and some local cheese… After breakfast, I met up with Bob and Aaron, who live just up the hill, and we went to Rainbow Grocery together and then proceeded on to the major event of the day.

Yesterday was Folsom Street Fair, the nation’s largets kinky street festival. It gets less and less kinky every year, but is still always a good time. We met up at Braddon’s house earlier in the afternoon to have some pre-festival drinks and then made our way through the fair. Once again, I split from the group, and went over to Seth and Cale’s for a visit.

Seth wasn’t home and Cale and I amused ourselves by playing games with the spiders that have taken over his backyard. We would take spiders from their webs (on a big stick) and put them on to other webs. We were hoping for spider wars, but were saddened to find that spiders quickly learn who is boss and then run off elsewhere. We also tried to catch flying insects with bare hands to throw on to the webs so we could witness the spider doing it’s web spinning thing. After 15 minutes of catching nothing but air in our palms, we decided that we probably looked ridiculous to any spying neighbors and went inside.

Later that night, after the fair, Matt Cannon had a show at Amnesia. This was truly the highlight of the weekend. Aside from his group, Cotton Candy Cabaret, being wonderfully entertaining, the additional acts were spectacular. Keilbasia, the drag queen lunch lady accordionist, performed and was fantastic. I’m not sure what the other act was called, but if you could imagine a cross between Quasimodo and The St. Paulie Girl, playing the hand bells… well, that was her. It’s really indescribable, but it’s probably one of the funniest acts I’ve ever seen.

Seth, Cale, Mike, and Philip also came but only Philip and I remained by the time Cotton Candy took the stage. We were joined by two others at our table, Loren and Alycia. Loren grew up in SF and is a former dot.com geek who got sick of computers, moved to San Luis Obispo, and opened a creperie. He doesn’t make much money on crepes, so he also is the IT guy for a few wineries. Alysia is a wedding planner. They were so cool! I think Loren and I would make a better couple, I must say.

I spent the night at Matt’s and got to see Jessica this morning. I was standing in the kitchen in my underwear drinking a cup of coffee and she came in, looked confused, and then made the greatest noises as she came towards me with open arms - the kind of noises people make when crying, except she wasn’t. It was a very heartfelt hello.

Upon leaving Matt’s, I got on the 38 Geary bus. I heard my name being called, looked around, and saw Gary. We talked until he had to get off, but I told him I’d give him a call. I’ve had lots of good times with him and he’s both directly and indirectly provided a lot of fun for me and my other friends throughout the years in San Francisco. I’d planned on getting in touch with him while here, but it was a complete surprise to run in to him and even moreso in that part of town.

I came over to Frank’s tonight and both his mom and dad came over. We sat around talking for awhile and had some amusing conversation. I adore Frank’s parents… they’re such different people and I delight in the company for such different reasons. There haven’t been many opportunities where I’ve gotten to be around them together and it was fun to see them playing off of each other. I got great hugs from them, too!

I had emailed Frank shortly before coming about how I’ve been feeling lonely and sad, particularly since all the Katrina mess, and how I really wanted to hug someone that I have a true, loving relationship with. I’ve gotten so many of those kinds of hugs and feel really good. Naturally, everyone is telling me I should move back. All the reasons I wrote for staying in El Paso seem pretty distant right now and not because of geography. It’s going to be an interesting to watch how my perspective on this topic fluctuates over the next couple of weeks.

I don’t want to write too much about this because I’m not even sure what I’m really thinking about it. Besides, I don’t want to give any of my persuasive readers any more ammunition! I make moving decisions very impetuously even though I agonize over much simpler choices. I believe I spent more time buying my last set of bed sheets than I did on deciding on whether to move to Mexico.

I don’t have any set plans for much while I’m here, which I’m glad about. I don’t want to have a vacation by schedule… I’m looking forward to easing back in to things and getting a truer sense of being here rather than a planned vacation. I rarely planned things when I lived here and don’t think it’s necessarily the right thing to do now. I’ll see everyone and do everything I want to do… I’ve got two weeks!

It feels really good to be back.

It’s been awhile…

Thursday, September 15th, 2005

I’m still bent out of shape about New Orleans, but that’s not what I’m going to write about. I have a personal journal for that, after all.

So what’s been going on? Well, Paul McCartney’s wife lost her prosthetic leg in a confrontation with J. Lo’s security guards while trying to deliver a PETA video showing animals being killed for fur.

The world keeps marching on.

I’m thinking it would make more sense for me to live in El Paso. It takes less than an hour to walk there from my front door, so while the distance isn’t great, the ability to work and potentially drive will greatly benefit my ability to stay here longer. El Paso isn’t as bad of a place as I once thought.

I’ve been meeting some cool people and, courtesy of Katrina, the city has gotten an influx of New Orleanians. The ones I’ve spoken to all said they’re staying, not out of fear, but because the people are nice and they like the city. It’s a nice place - amazingly clean, almost no crime, and has affordable real estate. In fact, the old homes with tin ceiling panels, multiple fireplaces, and ridiculously high ceilings are cheaper than the new construction. I know.. it’s Texas.. but at least it’s a blue dot in a big red state.

One of the cool people is Chaun, a photographer who is rockin’. That web site is one I’m building for him. He likes Strangers With Candy and The House of Yes, too. Finally, someone here who knows what those things are!

I applied for a geek job at the University of Texas at El Paso. It doesn’t start until January, though, but I’ve always been good with contingency plans. My savings will not last until then, so I’m banking on that statement to remain true. The pay is $2239 a month and considering I’ve got one roommate offer at $280 a month (in one of those gorgeous old homes which are just across the freeway from downtown and the bars and stuff) or rent my own in a complex with multiple enormous pools, sand volleyball courts, and pimped out fitness centers for $475-$600… that’s pretty darn good and a much better expense/savings ratio than I had in San Francisco.

Mexican Independence Day is Friday, Sep 16. I’m not really sure what’s going on, but I believe tomorrow I’ll be shouting “Viva Mexico” underneath the big flag. Friday there is a parade and I’m supposed to be vomiting out tequila by sundown.

I’ll let y’all know how that goes.

My Famly

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

Here’s an article from the Alexandria newspaper about where my parents are staying. They quote my dad and have a photo that a big chunk of my family are in.

In the photo, my mother, father, and grandmother are the 3 people in the back, on the left. To the right of my mom are Robert and Jeanne Mayeux (in the pink shirt), cousins of my Aunt Jackie with whom everyone is staying.

My mom said they’re having a good time and she can’t believe what all those stupid f***ing people in New Orleans are doing. She said some of my other family went up to Tennessee but that she can’t get through to anyone, but she’s sure they’re fine, too.

Dennis Hastert Should Shut His Mouth

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

“Lawmakers have to ask themselves if it’s worth sinking possibly billions of federal dollars into rebuilding New Orleans, a low-lying city which would remain a vulnerable hurricane target even after clean up,” House Speaker Dennis Hastert said Wednesday.

“It doesn’t make sense to me,” said Hastert during an interview with the Daily Herald editorial board. “And it’s a question that certainly we should ask…It looks like a lot of that place could be bulldozed.”

“We help replace, we help relieve disaster,” Hastert said. “That is certainly the decision the people of New Orleans are going to make.

“But I think federal insurance and everything goes along with it and we ought to take a second look at it,” Hastert added.

“But you know we build Los Angeles and San Francisco on top of earthquake fissures and they rebuild, too. Stubbornness.”

Asinine. Congress’ most powerful Republican, however, should realize that making such comments at this time is utterly insensitive. He’s just pissed because his little vacation got cut short and he has to go back to work now to approve an aid package for New Orleans.

He supports relief, but doesn’t support rebuilding. President Bush supports rebuilding. If he acquiesces, I’ll renounce my citizenship and go pay taxes elsewhere. New Orleans is one of the oldest cities in the country. Abandoning it one of the most un-American acts I can imagine the federal government perform, even contemplate.

So, screw you Dennis Hastert! Apparently other countries think we’re worth it! Foreign aid pledges have been pouring in. Offers of boats, aircraft, tents, blankets, generators, cash assistance and medical teams have been made. Offers have been received from Russia, Japan, Canada, France, Honduras, Germany, Venezuela, Jamaica, Australia, the United Kingdom, the Netherlands, Switzerland, Greece, Hungary, Colombia, the Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Mexico, China, South Korea, Israel, the United Arab Emirates, NATO and the Organization of American States.

Yes, even poor countries labeled “third-world” are trying to help. Now is not the time for nay-saying by our politicians.

The State of Things

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

I went to El Paso yesterday and at the border crossing, the Border Agent asked where I was born. When I told him I was from New Orleans, he asked if I was returning there now. I told him residents wouldn’t be allowed in for several months. He exclaimed, “Well there’s no more New Orleans!” and I started to cry.

He asked where I was living and I told him I was staying in Juárez. He asked if my family was with me I told him that they were safe in north Louisiana. He put his hand on my arm and told me to hang in there and told me they were sending a group of officers over there within the next day or two to assist the efforts. I shook his hand and thanked him.

My friend, Rachael, as some great pics of New Orleans during happier times.

I don’t really know what to write, so I thought I’d share some of the recent updates and announcements. All of these articles are republished from The Times Picayune.

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University hospital has apparently slipped through the system and has yet to receive assistance as rescue efforts have been directed elsewhere. The hospital is absolutely non-functional and patients are dying at an alarming rate. My father in law (Dr. Oscar Ballester a treating physician at this hospital who is in need of food, water, and insulin) is stable, but we are unaware how long this will hold, possibly less than 48 hours.

Concentrated rescue efforts can produce results and directly save lives at this facility. Again, these efforts are clearly hampered by the lawlessness in the city. However, there has to be some attempt directed at this facility, as there has been none.

Attempts to organize private rescue efforts, chartered helicopters, are hampered by FAA clearance issues and have thus far proven unsuccessful.

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Baton Rouge Parish Mayor Kip Holden said that no more evacuees would be accepted. He also called for refugees housed in the River Center be moved elsewhere, WBRZ Channel 2 reported.

Read this to find out why.

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There are 7 people trapped in the Gallary Row apartments at 448 Julia Street (corner of Julia and Magazine). They were attacked by armed gang who hijacked their truck and drove it through a locked gate in the parking garage. They are unable to leave the building due to the heavy presence of large, well-organized armed looters. They expect the building to be attacked at any moment.

The trapped people are lightly armed (one shotgun and one pistol) but there are numerous entry points into the apartments. Currently the trapped people are holed up on the roof. Please send help ASAP.

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Superdome evacuation disrupted because of arson and gunfire; More National Guardsmen are sent in

9/1/2005, 12:13 p.m. CT
By ADAM NOSSITER
The Associated Press

NEW ORLEANS (AP) — Fights and trash fires broke out, rescue helicopters were shot at and anger mounted across New Orleans on Thursday, as National Guardsmen in armored vehicles poured in to help restore order across this increasingly desperate and lawless city.

“We are out here like pure animals. We don’t have help,” the Rev. Issac Clark, 68, said outside the New Orleans Convention Center, where corpses lay in the open and evacuees complained that they were dropped off and given nothing.

An additional 10,000 National Guardsman from across the country were ordered into the hurricane-ravaged Gulf Coast to shore up security, rescue and relief operations in Katrina’s wake as looting, shootings, gunfire, carjackings spread and food and water ran out.

But some Federal Emergency Management rescue operations were suspended in areas where gunfire has broken out, Homeland Security spokesman Russ Knocke said in Washington. “In areas where our employees have been determined to potentially be in danger, we have pulled back,” he said.

“Hospitals are trying to evacuate,” said Coast Guard Lt. Cmdr. Cheri Ben-Iesan, spokesman at the city emergency operations center. “At every one of them, there are reports that as the helicopters come in people are shooting at them. There are people just taking potshots at police and at helicopters, telling them, “You better come get my family.

Police Capt. Ernie Demmo said a National Guard military policeman was shot in the leg as the two scuffled for the MP’s rifle. The man was arrested.

“These are good people. These are just scared people,” Demmo said.

The Superdome, where some 25,000 people were being evacuated by bus to the Houston Astrodome, descended into chaos.

Huge crowds, hoping to finally escape the stifling confines of the stadium, jammed the main concourse outside the dome, spilling out over the ramp to the Hyatt hotel next door — a seething sea of tense, unhappy, people packed shoulder-to-shoulder up to the barricades where heavily armed National Guardsmen stood.

Fights broke out. A fire erupted in a trash chute inside the dome, but a National Guard commander said it did not affect the evacuation. After a traffic jam kept buses from arriving at the Sueprdome for nearly four hours, a near riot broke out in the scramble to get on the buses that finally did show up.

Outside the Convention Center, the sidewalks were packed with people without food, water or medical care, and with no sign of law enforcement. Thousands of storm refugees had been assembling outside for days, waiting for buses that did not come.

At least seven bodies were scattered outside, and hungry, desperate people who were tired of waiting broke through the steel doors to a food service entrance and began pushing out pallets of water and juice and whatever else they could find.

An old man in a chaise lounge lay dead in a grassy median as hungry babies wailed around him. Around the corner, an elderly woman lay dead in her wheelchair, covered up by a blanket, and another body lay beside her wrapped in a sheet.

“I don’t treat my dog like that,” 47-year-old Daniel Edwards said as he pointed at the woman in the wheelchair. “I buried my dog.” He added: “You can do everything for other countries but you can’t do nothing for your own people. You can go overseas with the military but you can’t get them down here.”

Just above the convention center on Interstate 10, commercial buses were lined up, going nowhere. The street outside the center, above the floodwaters, smelled of urine and feces, and was choked with dirty diapers, old bottles and garbage.

“They’ve been teasing us with buses for four days,” Edwards said.

People chanted, “Help, help!” as reporters and photographers walked through. The crowd got angry when journalists tried to photograph one of the bodies, and covered it over with a blanket. A woman, screaming, went on the front steps of the convention center and led the crowd in reciting the 23rd Psalm.

John Murray, 52, said: “It’s like they’re punishing us.”

The first of hundreds of busloads of people evacuated from the Superdome arrived early Thursday at their new temporary home — another sports arena, the Houston Astrodome, 350 miles away.

But the ambulance service in charge of taking the sick and injured from the Superdome suspended flights after a shot was reported fired at a military helicopter. Richard Zuschlag, chief of Acadian Ambulance, said it had become too dangerous for his pilots.

The military, which was overseeing the removal of the able-bodied by buses, continued the ground evacuation without interruption, said National Guard Lt. Col. Pete Schneider. The government had no immediate confirmation of whether a military helicopter was fired on.

In Texas, the governor’s office said Texas has agreed to take in an additional 25,000 refugees from Katrina and plans to house them in San Antonio, though exactly where has not been determined.

In Washington, the White House said President Bush will tour the devastated Gulf Coast region on Friday and has asked his father, former President George H.W. Bush, and former President Clinton to lead a private fund-raising campaign for victims.

The president urged a crackdown on the lawlessness.

“I think there ought to be zero tolerance of people breaking the law during an emergency such as this — whether it be looting, or price gouging at the gasoline pump, or taking advantage of charitable giving or insurance fraud,” Bush said. “And I’ve made that clear to our attorney general. The citizens ought to be working together.”

On Wednesday, Mayor Ray Nagin offered the most startling estimate yet of the magnitude of the disaster: Asked how many people died in New Orleans, he said: “Minimum, hundreds. Most likely, thousands.” The death toll has already reached at least 121 in Mississippi.

If the estimate proves correct, it would make Katrina the worst natural disaster in the United States since at least the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and fire, which was blamed for anywhere from about 500 to 6,000 deaths. Katrina would also be the nation’s deadliest hurricane since 1900, when a storm in Galveston, Texas, killed between 6,000 and 12,000 people.

Nagin called for a total evacuation of New Orleans, saying the city had become uninhabitable for the 50,000 to 100,000 who remained behind after the city of nearly a half-million people was ordered cleared out over the weekend, before Katrina blasted the Gulf Coast with 145-mph winds.

The mayor said that it will be two or three months before the city is functioning again and that people would not be allowed back into their homes for at least a month or two.

“We need an effort of 9-11 proportions,” former New Orleans Mayor Marc Morial, now president of the Urban League, said on NBC’s “Today” show. “So many of the people who did not evacuate, could not evacuate for whatever reason. They are people who are African-American mostly but not completely, and people who were of little or limited economic means. They are the folks, we’ve got to get them out of there.”

“A great American city is fighting for its life,” he added. “We must rebuild New Orleans, the city that gave us jazz, and music, and multiculturalism.”

With New Orleans sinking deeper into desperation, Nagin ordered virtually the entire police force to abandon search-and-rescue efforts Wednesday and stop the increasingly brazen thieves.

“They are starting to get closer to heavily populated areas — hotels, hospitals, and we’re going to stop it right now,” Nagin said.

In a sign of growing lawlessness, Tenet HealthCare Corp. asked authorities late Wednesday to help evacuate a fully functioning hospital in Gretna after a supply truck carrying food, water and medical supplies was held up at gunpoint.

The floodwaters streamed into the city’s streets from two levee breaks near Lake Pontchartrain a day after New Orleans thought it had escaped catastrophic damage from Katrina. The floodwaters covered 80 percent of the city, in some areas 20 feet deep, in a reddish-brown soup of sewage, gasoline and garbage.

The Army Corps of Engineers said it planned to use heavy-duty Chinook helicopters to drop 15,000-pound bags of sand and stone into a 500-foot gap in the failed floodwall.

But the agency said it was having trouble getting the sandbags and dozens of 15-foot highway barriers to the site because the city’s waterways were blocked by loose barges, boats and large debris.

Lt. Gov. Mitch Landrieu toured the stricken areas said said rescued people begged him to pass information to their families. His pocket was full of scraps of paper on which he had scribbled down their phone numbers.

When he got a working phone in the early morning hours Thursday, he contacted a woman whose father had been rescued and told her: “Your daddy’s alive, and he said to tell you he loves you.”

“She just started crying. She said, `I thought he was dead,’” he said.

Associated Press reporters Holbrook Mohr, Mary Foster, Robert Tanner, Allen G. Breed, Cain Burdeau, Jay Reeves and Brett Martel contributed to this report.

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Desperation, death on road to safety
Wednesday, 11:09 p.m.
By Keith Spera
Staff writer

At 91 years old, Booker Harris ended his days propped on a lawn chair, covered by a yellow quilt and abandoned, dead, in front of the Ernest N. Morial Convention Center.

Mr. Harris died in the back of a Ryder panel truck Wednesday afternoon, as he and his 93-year-old wife, Allie, were evacuated from eastern New Orleans. The truck’s driver deposited Allie and her husband’s body on the Convention Center Boulevard neutral ground.

And there it remained.

With 3,000 or more evacuees stranded at the convention center — and with no apparent contingency plan or authority to deal with them — collecting a body was no one’s priority. It was just another casualty in Hurricane Katrina’s wake.

A steady stream of often angry or despondent people, many from flooded Central City, trickled first toward Lee Circle and then to the convention center, hoping to be saved from increasingly desperate straits. Food, water and options had dwindled across Uptown and Central City, where looters seemed to rage almost at will, clearing out boutique clothing shops and drug stores alike. Hospitals would no longer accept emergencies, as staffers prepared to evacuate with patients.

“If you get shot,” said a security guard at Touro Infirmary, “you’ve got to go somewhere else.”

As a blazing sun and stifling humidity took their toll, 65-year-old Faye Taplin rested alone on the steps of the Christ Cathedral in the 2900 block of St. Charles Avenue. Rising water had finally chased her from her Central City home. She clutched two plastic bags containing bedding, a little food and water and insulin to treat her diabetes.

She needed help but was unsure where to find it. She wanted to walk more than 15 blocks to a rumored evacuation pickup point beneath the Pontchartrain Expressway, but she doubted that was possible.

“I’m tired,” she said. “My feet have swollen up on me. I can’t walk that far.”

The church custodian, Ken Elder, hoped to free his car from the parking lot behind the church as soon as the water went down. He rode out Katrina on the Episcopal church’s altar steps and was well stocked with food. But he feared the marauding looters that roamed St. Charles Avenue after dark.

“I lived in Los Angeles during the Rodney King riots,” Elder said. “That was a piece of cake compared to this.”

Clara Wallace pushed her brother in a wheelchair down St. Charles from Fourth Street to the Pontchartrain Expressway. Suffering from diabetes and the after-effects of a stroke, he wore only a hospital robe and endured part of the journey through standing water.

“Nobody has a bathroom he can use,” Wallace, 59, said of her brother. “Nobody would even stop to tell us if we were at the right place. What are we supposed to do?”

A man in a passing pickup truck from the state Department of Wildlife and Fisheries finally directed Wallace and the 50 other evacuees under the overpass to the convention center.

But they would find little relief there.

New evacuees were being dropped off after being pulled from inundated eastern New Orleans and Carrollton, pooling with those who arrived on foot. Some had been at the convention center since Tuesday morning but had received no food, water or instructions. They waited both inside and outside the cavernous building.

The influx overwhelmed the few staffers and Louisiana National Guardsmen on hand.

With so much need and so few resources, the weakest and frailest were bound to suffer the most. Seated next to her husband’s body on the neutral ground beneath the St. Joseph Street sign, Allie Harris munched on crackers, seemingly unaware of all the tragedy unfolding around her. Eventually, guardsmen loaded her into a truck and hauled her off with other elderly evacuees.

Mr. Harris’ body was left behind.

Such a breakdown did not bode well for other evacuees. As the afternoon wore on, hope faded, replaced by anger.

“This is 2005,” John Murray shouted, standing in the street near Mr. Harris’ body. “It should not be like this for no catastrophe. This is pathetic.”