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The Cost of Katrina

I can't link to the video but, on CNN.com there's a feature on how much each state is paying to house Katrina victims. Texas alone is going to have to cough up about $550 million (this is to house, educated, etc. those who have come from New Orleans and into Texas). The city of Atlanta was in the neighborhood of $100 million.

The question was whether the federal government or state government should foot the bill. Right now, FEMA is saying the federal government is going to foot the bill for a year and then, after that, each state is on its own.

As the feature pointed out, this wouldn't be a big deal if everyone (or even the majority) were to get into the workforce.

Unfortunately, many of those displaced by Katrina did not previously and will not in the future contribute to the tax base. They are forever on Uncle Sam's payroll.

Democrats in Huddle

I thought some of you might get a kick out of this.

Love your Flight Attendant!!!

Next time you see your Flight Attendant (say stewardist if you want coffee on your lap (you might want to wear black jeans))give her or him a big fuzzy warm hug and say how much you appreciate the accomodations! Poor, overworked Flight Attendants, Airline Captains, and Ticket Sellers (chances are the ticket-seller is talking to you from a prison-cellar if you chose any airline but Continental) went from a big, happy, party plane to a miserable cramped party pooper of a "job". Last time I checked the "job" looked more like "slave-labor". CEO's who never go to work set all the prices from their labtops in space. Prisoners pose as "Ticket Sellers" for every discontent customer to harass. Flight Attendants have it even worse. Pilots are the old-wise-owls that wonder and worry forever about worsening retirement conditions. Even the younger generations of pilots is burning-out faster nowadays. Pretty soon, the only pilots left in America will in the military, and thus, soon the military will have to take over the Airline Industry, and everyone will cry "civil-rights-violations" when it will all be because passengers kept harrassing the CEO's slaves. Word is born.

Fallacy Categories

What category do you belong to? Are you a "hippie"? No. Are you a "skater"? No. Are you a beeeooooottch? No. Are you a conservative? No. Well what are you then? You are a human-member of the Earth Family. It's that simple, really. Categories are restrictive. Categories hinder creativity. Categories inspire racism. Down with categories! By the way, did you know that bones and trees are just as genetically-similar as humans and monkeys? Probably not if you believe in the religion of "Categories".

Fugitive fashion

From the Olympian:

There have been a number of robberies in Thurston County the past three months, with thieves donning an array of outfits from witch costumes to cowboy boots.

Evergroove trivia, pt. 91

A couple years ago Randy Stilson, the Library Archivist at TESC, sounded the call for volunteers to help identify people in the zillions of photographs the College has in the collection. So I took the bait.

The photo on the top of the stack included an image of one of the 100+ people who had been my roommates as I moved every six months during the 1970s-early 80s. This particular person was another follower of Jobbo Bonobo. He had a habit of declaring "EX-cellent!" when something pleased him, and he liked to laugh.

He also liked to ski. One night he got real drunk, went to our freezer, emptied all the ice cubes on the floor, donned his skiis, got out the ski poles, and attempted to demonstrate some cross-country technique by having ice cubes serve as substitute snow. Spider Burbank would've been horrified.

And that memory came with just the first photo. I was able to identify scores of people in there. As you might have guessed, I have mixed feelings about being an Evergreen grad, as more time passes the less connected I feel to the College. Going through those photographs was a wonderful jump-start in these middle-aged brain cells about why I was attracted to the Evergroove program in the first place. Also a great way to wake up forgotten memories about people and places that are gone. If you are a fellow grad of the TESC prehistoric era, take an afternoon off, call Randy, and help us match names with the faces in the Evergreen family album.

"EX-cellent!"

2006 American Indian Visionary: Hank Adams

News from Indian Country Today about their choice of Hank Adams for the 2006 American Indian Visionary Award:

After weeks of careful discussion and consideration, we are very pleased to announce that Henry (Hank) Adams has been selected as the recipient of the 2006 American Indian Visionary Award. The award is given in recognition of his qualities of vision, courage, commitment and discipline - but it was Adams' quiet modesty or natural humility that was found most admirable.

Give Ramona Bennett the final word: ''Somewhere in Olympia, Wash., there is a thin, aging Assiniboine-Sioux man leaning over a computer. He is making sure we have a tomorrow.''

The page of tribute essays is very worth looking through, includes one by Mike Lowry , our former gov 1993 - 1997.


Statement from Craig and Cindy Corrie

Statement from Craig and Cindy Corrie 1-05-2006, posted on the Rachel Corrie Foundation for Peace and Justice site.

(via Phan Nguyen on olympiaandrafah@lists.riseup.net and olympiansforpeace@lists.riseup.net)

9:45 PM Downtown Olympia

My almost 26 year old son is walking me to the transit station after our very fine meal at Water Street Cafe. He's telling me something about reading Nietzsche when my attention focuses and I see someone curled up asleep on the pavement in a lit shop doorway. I hear myself make this low "Ohhhhhh" sound of empathy.

A few blocks away and my son tells me that he did not see the person in the doorway, but he did see someone sleeping on a bench nearby that I did not see. As we are talking this over, as I am questioning him about what he sees each night downtown, we exchange friendly greetings with two people on bicycles.

The two people on bicycles have full trailers that my son tells me are packed with food, blankets, and other necessities. He tells me that the bicyclists are EGYHOP (Emma Goldman Youth and Homeless Outreach) folks and that he sees them out most every night.

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Evergroove trivia, pt. 90

There were two films we were shown as part of our academic programs at TESC in the 1970s. I probably saw each one at least once a year. Future Shock (1973) and The Medium is the Massage (1969) were both short films with lots of garish colors (worthy of Roger Corman's Poe cycle), disturbing rapid-fire montages, and frightening predictions for the near future. The incredibly hammy and dramatic Orson Welles narrated the first film. The second movie was about Marshall McLuhan. They were both designed to scare the Hell out of us. Sort of an educational film version of some commercial movies of the era like Soylent Green (1973) and THX 1138 (1971).

But, as it turned out, the real future, which is now the past, was ten times more horrifying.

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