The waters are still high and now Evans, Louisiana is dealing with it’s record flooding. Merryville, Louisiana is getting it as well and towns south of here, such as Deweyville are also going to experience them. The governor is taking flight over the affected area and many people are trying to figure out their next steps. I spoke with some of my uncles, aunts, cousins and friends and they are lost, but they are not stopping. People are helping out at what I believe to be a record rate of participation. In fact, the help has seemingly outpaced the need in some aspects as the hubs of assistance in Evans and Burr Ferry are practically begging for people to come get clothes and food. They need some things like underwear and other necessities, but I visited the Evans Youth Center yesterday and they looked rather flush with supplies. It was a good sight to see.
This article’s title is “A Community In Turmoil?” because the interrogative meaning really lends to the idea – is the community truly in turmoil, or have we come together so tightly, that we have already begun to bounce back?
The hard work is not here yet, but at this rate, we should be able to transition strongly into revival.
As always, click images to get the bigger, more pretty versions.
These last few days have been mired in disappointment and anger as my hometown has experienced the worst flooding it has ever received. Part of this event involved driving a boat up to my parent’s house, the home that my father built himself and completed when I was born. This house is 34 years old and my family and friends have built many memories running around the land my parents essentially transformed from a swamp to a high patch of dry land that was the envy of many people.
Today I saw that die. Today I saw a piece of my dad go. I saw my mother shattered. My sister stayed strong and it was all I could do to console my father as he reassured me that “everything is gone, it’s all gone.” The emotion from seeing this was only strengthened when my mother echoed the very same sentiment. My parents got their clothes and managed to save a few of their vehicles, two boats, and some ATVs. They got a few suits of clothes and my dad’s guns. All of the pictures and sentimental objects were tossed on the bed because that worked in the flood of 1999, where the water was into my childhood home up to around 10-12 inches.
Today we learned that this trick was ineffective. My parents made it out with more than many of those friends and families through Burr Ferry and Evans. Some people were left with the clothes on their back and a bank account. Some of them don’t have a place to stay, so they are getting “discounts” at hotels for the night. This flood has been exponentially more shattering for my hometown than any previous event. Previous floods, hurricanes, tornadoes – everything.
Below is a photo album that I have created to share with Facebook. I chose to use my own web page because I am more comfortable sharing my thoughts with each image, and it gives me a chance to really talk about each photo my way.
The photos you are about to see are more than just photographs. They are a marker of my life. I am approaching middle age and my parents, who are in the dawn of their (forced) retirement, have essentially been dealt a terrible blow. One that has essentially shaken their foundation.
These photos are the evidence of my history coming to a shuddering close. There are no photos anymore. There are no birthday cards my mom saved and no scrapbooks. There are no old baby clothes and baby shoes. There are no wall photos and no more mounted deer heads celebrating my father’s accomplishments as a hunter, nor is there an 11 lbs bass mounted on the wall.
What do we have now?
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This past couple of weeks has been a trying time for my little state of Louisiana. We’re out of money and politicians are fighting over tired ideas of cutting taxes and increasing taxes, cutting programs and getting rid of programs, cutting social programs and cutting expenses on improving state infrastructure with no honest view of a real plan in sight.
Therefore, I have taken it upon myself to do a little homework in an effort to predict the economic and industrial boosts the legalization of cannabis would bring to our state, while promoting the path to legalization before any other state in the south. It is a lofty goal, but not my primary goal. I’ve learned that the best plans come from just wanting to learn more about a topic. I have a few things I want to answer as I work on this project. I have no deadline for when I want to finish, but I will update as I feel I make progress.
My first step was to get a geographical image of Louisiana and surrounding districts (congressional districts) of other states. The map is this:
This map is not finished, but the stitching of an image like this is a task worth bragging about. Next step is to wash out districts over 200-300 miles away from the borders of Louisiana, but I will keep whole districts, so AR-4 is going to stick out like a sore thumb, though I could just put more work into cutting it out in some manner.
Next step: Identify districts that stay, and remove the unneeded sections. This will then be followed by a spreadsheet used to record population numbers of our neighboring states.
Welcome back to another bright moment in hoarding history as we leave Swagbucks for a day and we focus instead, on an entire community that revolves around these small transactions. It is here that I learned about this little side hobby and I bestow unto you the great knowledge base that is /r/beermoney.
There will be no images in this post. This post will not even be that long. I won’t even swear about ridiculous things and I won’t root out minority groups in badly designed jokes. I won’t go on a political tirade or even try to type out a lecture in some elaborate effort to change the way people think or live. No. Tonight I write a letter to you, the reader of this article, because sometimes we have to cut ourselves away from the silly day-to-day shenanigans and force some perspective into our weary minds.
This is some inspired fiction, based on something that happened a few days ago to a good friend of mine. Tonight, I visited him in the hospital. He’s okay, everything’s fine. But it’s 10:30. I have a ton of work to do and I can’t be bothered to be writing something five people may read.
Like so many other things that I write about and make great strides to sound like an expert, but am not an expert in, I cannot say that I know a great deal about the Ultimate Fighting Championship. I have had an on and off relationship with the company and it started when I was relatively young. Recently, however, my best friend has brought me to enjoy the events that they hold each month, with banners held high by a few famous fighters. Currently my favorite fighter is a filthy looking, trash talking, cocky Irishman that everyone has a few nicknames for. I call him Pig Pen, mainly because no matter what, he looks like he always needs a bath. Dude looks filthy. This article is about today’s “Presser” which is a ridiculous word that has replaced the superior “press conference.” Apparently, Mystic Mac (Nickname for McGregor) had some choice words to say to his next opponent, Rafael Dos Anjos, the whateverweight (155 lbs) champion.
So last week I introduced you to the Hateful Eight’s primary cast. the actual eight characters in the title. I may have even been a little overzealous about the schmoozing I was doing on every character except Madsen’s Joe Gage (The more I think about Joe Gage, the more preposterous his presence feels). I may have even sounded a bit like Tarantino’s directing abilities exceed all of the greatest directors. If I did, well, guess what? I’M NOT DONE! BAD WORDS AHEAD.
Last night, according to Reddit, the NFL and a gaggle of Facebook friends, the greatest game in NFL history was played between the Green Bay Packer and the Arizona Cardinals. The game had some controversies to it, as all barn burning events tend to. Hell, it started with one:
Would you look at that? The coin didn’t flip at all! They did reflip it, and the same team won the flip anyway. However, referring to the actual NFL rule book (Oh this is hilarious):
ARTICLE 2. TOSS OF COIN
Not more than three minutes before the kickoff of the first half, the Referee, in the presence of both team’s captains (limit of six per team, active, inactive or honorary) shall toss a coin at the center of the field. Prior to the Referee’s toss, the call of “heads” or “tails” must be made by the captain of the visiting team, or by the captain designated by the Referee if there is no home team. Unless the winner of the toss defers his choice to the second half, he must choose one of two privileges, and the loser is given the other. The two privileges are:
1. The opportunity to receive the kickoff, or to kick off
2. The choice of goal his team will defend.
Penalty: For failure to comply: Loss of coin-toss option for both halves and overtime, and loss of 15 yards from the spot of the kickoff for the first half only.
For the second half, the captain who lost the pregame toss is to have the first choice of the two privileges listed in (a) or (b), unless one of the teams lost its first and second half options, or unless the winner of the pregame toss deferred his choice to the second half, in which case he must choose (a) or (b) above. Immediately prior to the start of the second half, the captains of both teams must inform the Referee of their respective choices.
A captain’s first choice from any alternative privileges listed above is final and not subject to change.
ARTICLE 3. CHANGE OF GOALS
At the end of the first and third periods, the teams must change goals. Team possession, the number of the succeeding down, the relative position of the ball on the field of play, and the line to gain remain the same.
Guess what isn’t in there? Not a DAMN thing about that coin having to flip. For a game with so many vague rules, who would have expected that the gridiron’s ambiguous rules would haunt even the most simple of processes?
A big part of earning Swag Bucks (SBs), is that you can do it as passively or as aggressively as you like. Regardless of your approach, you will accumulate actual money over time and that means you can buy that bucket of live lady bugs you have been wanting since you were a little girl. Some of the more passive ways to earn SBs is to find things you only have to click once, and in turn, you get one SB.
So what kinds of activities are offered that I can just click at from time to time?
Before you read ahead thinking I am an objective, unbiased and professional movie critic, let’s just clear the air. I love Quentin Tarantino Films. I love his acting roles. I love his uncanny ability to write dialogue that is just as hard hitting, crude, and violent as the scenes he films. I love the way he can turn into a black guy when talking to black folks and a white guy when talking to white folks. All of his movies are winners. I own them, I watch them, I still talk about them in movie discussions. All of this should allude to the fact that I am about kiss this movie’s ass. Which should immediately lead you to the nearest theater to catch it before it heads to DVD.