Doing Exactly What You Said November 12, 2008
Posted by The Typist in Toulouse Street.Tags: 504ever, blog, blogger, blogging, Brad Pitt, Cliff's Crib, New Orleans, Ninth Ward, NOLA
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I started off the day reading this cheerful piece on the Times-Picayune/NOLA>com site about the New Orleans City Council’s efforts to extract someone’s head from their ass (the Mayor’s, the Recovery Czar’s, their own) so they could figure out when the pretty signboards announcing progress in recovery might be replaced by something like actual progress on city-controlled recovery projects. Typical happy reading down here in Year Three.
Thankfully, I got over to read what Cliff of Cliff’s Crib said on a similar subject. Cliff does a better job of summing up what’s going down and going wrong (and right) than anybody else in this town. I wanted to call out this from his last post:
Brad Pitt had a radical idea for hurricane recovery. He presented a plan, people gave him money to do it, and then he did what he said he was going to do. Sometimes great plans are very simplistic. I was wondering. Has the city council or the mayor recognized this man for this work? Has he gotten a key to the city? Does he get to ride in the Zulu parade? What about a good pot of red beans? Maybe we can give him and Angelina a second line in their honor when they are in town. I would like to nominate Mr. Pitt for a new position in the city. He should be the Director of Doing Exactly What You Said You Were Going to Do.
And I nominate Cliff for Director of the Ministry of Speaking Truth to Power, for at least the salary the mayor’s half-dozen press hacks are getting.
Rising Tide III August 7, 2008
Posted by The Typist in Toulouse Street.Tags: 504, blogger, blogging, conference, Federal Flood, Katrina, levees, New Orleans, NOLA, Rebirth, Recovery, Rising Tide, Sinn Fein New Orleans
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The Rising Tide organizers have been busy as hell while I was lazing in Destin and Miami. The schedule is finalized and it’s time to start banging pans together to build so momentum for this year’s conference.
If you are not familiar with this event, the NOLA Bloggers are organizing their third annual conference on the recovery of New Orleans. This year’s featured speaker is John Barry, author of Rising Tide: The Great Mississippi Flood of 1927 and How It Changed America and commissioner for the Southeast Louisiana Flood Protection Authority – East.
Last year’s feature speaker, author and blogger David Zirin, told me at lunch in all of his travels for work and book promotion, he has never seen as organized and integrated a blogging community as he found in New Orleans. The success of the last two Rising Tide conferences reflect that clearly. The organizing group has put together a fantastic array of speakers. So far, the only thing missing is you.
So why haven’t you registered yet? You can get more details and sign up at www.risingtidenola.net or on the Rising Tide Blog.
Ashley Morris April 3, 2008
Posted by The Typist in 504, cryptical envelopment, Dancing Bear, New Orleans, Odds&Sods, We Are Not OK.Tags: 504, Ashley Morris, blogger, dead, death, father, friend, fuckmook, mime, musician, New Orleans, NOLA, R.I.P, writer
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UPDATE: Click here to donate to the Ashley Morris Memorial Fund to help out Hanna and the kids.
Update 03-21-10: This post seems to be getting a lot of hits, so when you’re done reading the links eulogizing Ashley Morris, stop by this post to read about the character based on Ashley, played by John Goodman, who will be featured in David Simon’s Treme.
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It is not right that the fuckmooks should live and Ashley should not. There is no person alive who loved this city more than he. No one.
He leaves behind his wife Hana and three small children: Katerina, Anabel, and Rey d’Orleans.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
More later. here and here and here and here and here.
Ray was one of Ashley’s closest friends here. By all means read his memorial.
And this:
Another update: Ashley, you glorious mofo, you have two-and-a-half times the hits Al Copeland got when I wrote about his passing.
More Here: Never Let The Fire Go Out
Update 6-14-10: Interesting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” was the text message I sent two people last night just as the Treme charcter Creighton parks his car down by the river. Just for the record: Creighton Burnette is a composite of several people who were the basis for creating a fictional character. While FYYFF and the series opening rant were pure Ashley Morris, it would be a mistake to conflate the man with the fictional character. For more on the Creighton character, visit the Back of Town blog.