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Frost this morning. Think it got close to breaking the sub40 barrier inside the house last night. Saw my breath when with mittened hands I broke through the sleeping bag/blanket cocoon on top of my air mattress, at 6:30 a.m. From this time/space, it's a long way/time from nightfall, and the cold of last night is a fading memory.
Three more older people found dead in their homes this week, one in the 9th Ward, two in Gentilly.
BellSouth is mad about the new municipal wireless Internet proposal and has rescinded its kind offer to the city of New Orleans police department of a non-flooded building, to replace the many flooded when the levee system failed. When the levee system failed. When the levee system failed. That will show the city a thing or two. I think I'm going to kill a kitten today, to celebrate.
Do I have a non-sequitur? Better believe it. I think we've been locking up the wrong people in this city all these years and if we locked up more levee board members and state senators and corrupt local business owners and judges and an occasional cop or two and redirected the money wasted on and stolen by these many fuckups, to our schools, and to cutting edge programs for those most in need, there might not be the level of desperation here that existed in the hoods Pre-K, and lead to that behaviour we are famous for, rampant violent crime. And if I could teach the world to sing...
There is a noticeable rise in area suicides and mental health care providers are slowly moving into the area, looking for the pulse, before there ain't one.
I changed my air filter on the truck yesterday and evidently I had never done that on this truck because I had to consult the owners manual to even find the housing for the air filter. A square air filter?
I'll change the oil today and then I guess I'll putter around and decide do I leave for east coast tomorrow morning, or Thursday morning.
I stink, and I need to address that sooner rather than later.
One of the trash piles on Iberville has amongst it, a sizeable amount of unopened condom packets and I guess the trash pile could pass for a planned parenthood clinic. The condoms don't remind me of safe sex though and in a city that is largely devoid of children, I don't even know if I would advocate birth control, by means of condom or otherwise. There some children on the island though and when I went to the free opening of the zoo a couple of weeks back, there were beau coup healthy white children, and a good many pregnant mothers, so, in the words of Bob Eubanks, some of ya'll been makin' (unprotected) whoopee. Good for you.
I was until recently getting along a little better with the sculptor this go around, as she comes in from Baton Rouge to look in on her property across the street, periodically. Her front door, behind the locked metal grate, blew open the other day and I called her and told her this and she asked could I go close it for her and I said how do I get past the metal security door and she told me how. I went over and closed the door, first locking the bottom button lock, and then called her back, and she went off on me for locking her bottom lock, for which she has no key. I responded, sculptor, how the fuck was I to know that? She relented a little, but begrudgingly, and I said those button locks are no real challenge to open with credit card or other stiff flexible devices and told her don't sweat it, the electrician (who was coming over later) would surely be able to figure it out. I looked out a little later and sure enough, he had been able to figure it out. And she should know those button locks are no deterrent because several years ago, when I, and other neighbors, had watched her dishwasher being stolen, for which I was also greatly reamed, I had inspected her back door and it was secured only by a single button lock. I told her that was as good as inviting theft. She now has both the bottom and top locks of that back door, dead bolted.
Eh, minor annoyances.
I'm going to annex to Louisville a couple more streets in all directions because who's gonna tell me I can't? I'll tell you who's gonna tell me I can't--nobody, nobody gonna tell me nothing. Go ahead and ask me why. Ok, don't ask me why. I'm gonna tell you anyway--because THERE IS NO ONE HERE TO TELL ME ANYTHING.
Me without adult supervision. I don't know if that's a good idea.