Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Bohemians in the Recovering Land of Hedonists



(I wrote this right out of New Orleans a little over a week ago).

New Orleans architecture and lifestyle is amazing, but the evidence of Katrina is everywhere, from the piles of trash, furniture, and rotted wood lining the streets to the FEMA trailers parked in front yards on most blocks. When on the highway, most of what you see is blue from the tarps covering people's roofs. Certain parts of the city definitely got hit a lot harder. Roofs are torn off and windows are completely gone. Buildings are empty and abandoned. There are spray-painted messages on a lot of houses, from just the date and a code for whether people and animals were inside, to aggressive warnings to looters that the owners were still inside and armed with guns. We saw a couple of abandoned rowboats on the side of the road, right in the middle of the city. Lots of rebuilding is going on, but certain areas are so devastated that they are like abandoned ghost towns, especially right outside the city.

My friend from UCLA, Shalini, who hosted us, goes to Tulane law school and flew back to LA right before the hurricane hit. She just returned in January, to a new apartment since her old building was condemned. They have a sign on their front lawn that states that they are proud to have returned to New Orleans.


The house to the left of theirs is condemned:


Their neighbors on the right are living in a FEMA trailer in front of their house (there are lots and lots of FEMA trailers):


The first floor of my friend's building is uninhabitable from water damage.
The brown in the bushes of this house across the street shows how high the water got in her new neighborhood; about 4 feet:



She told us a lot about the situation when she first came back, months after the hurricane and water had subsided. She told us how when she came back she shopped for groceries at Walgreens and wherever she could get them and that people were basically sweeping everything off the shelves if there was food. How most restaurants still don't stay open very late because they run out of food. How sometimes the trash doesn't get picked up for a couple weeks. She said it all so matter-of-fact, and also mentioned that she hasn't heard a single person whine or complain about what happened or their current lot.

There's a lot of pride and a sense that people are taking a lot of it in stride and with humor. We saw a lot of people wearing t-shirts that said, "New Orleans, Proud to Swim Home". Apparently a lot of people dressed up for Halloween last year as blue tarps or FEMA trailers. Katrina was pure destruction, but while people might be crying on the inside, some have turned it around and are laughing right in its face. Shalini told us about a recent parade that had floats for "Mandatory Ejaculation" and "Katrina Blew Me " and "Gimme Some Good Levee".

There is also some apprehension, however, because hurricane season is coming soon and things aren't even cleaned up or repaired from last year. People are worried that with the hot weather, another big hurricane is coming in and are afraid that the repaired levee will give way yet again.

For me, someone who had never seen New Orleans before, even through the destruction and the trash the architecture and beauty of the city were beyond anything I could have imagined. I've never seen anything like the swamp:



or the wrought iron details on the houses in the city:



I wish I could spend a week there. Shalini took us out to Jaquemo's restaurant near her place, us riding on each other's laps and one person sticking their whole upper body out the window for the ride, getting a lot of yells, since we only have two seats in the jeep that aren't completely packed with stuff. The restaurant was cajun and fantastic. We had alligator sausage quiche and amazing fish.

The bar next to Jaquemo's and the restaurant itself:




Alligator sausage quiche:



The next day we went to the French Quarter and Cafe du Monde for beignets and cafe au lait.



The French Quarter was not hit at all by Katrina and it was the busiest place we saw in the city. The rest feels a bit empty. Everyone was dressed up in their Easter best. One bouncer outside a bar was yelling "Damn, Lent is over, let the sin begin!"

Mid-day it was time to go and we left to head for Tennessee.

On our way out we saw blue tarps everywhere:



Uprooted trees all along the freeway on the way out of New Orleans for miles and miles.



Rows and rows and rows of uninhabited FEMA trailers outside New Orleans.



PS

On our way IN to New Orleans, we drove through the amazing swamp at dusk. I've never seen anything like it. Truly a beautiful and amazing natural place, with the trees growing straight out of the water. I was driving through the evening and Nicole, sleepy, asked if it was raining. No, in fact, it was just tons and tons of bugs bouncing off of the car, sacrificing their lives to our journey. Occasionally a huge one would bounce off the windshield, which turned out to be a Palmetto bug (flying cockroach). Nicole stuck her arm out the window to feel the rain of the bugs and said ow, ow, ow, ow, OWWWW! when a palmetto bug hit her hand.

What the bumper looked like just after the swamp--this is ONLY from the swamp.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

The Cowgirls from Bohemia


(House in Bisbee, Arizona)

The first shower since Wednesday (and first motel for the trip) and how does it happen that you get soooo dirty? Hmm, well. We've been sleeping wherever we can find, first at a friend's in LA but then on the side of a desert freeway and next in a wilderness area, also on the side of a road, both of which of course have chaparral as your vanity, and a bottle of water as your sink. Dirty, yes. Awesome, also yes. We drank beer and slept under the full moon and listened to the last truck drive down the freeway for the night. A lonely cow came and found us and mooed when she heard our voices.

Our air conditioner, which we weren't using in the first place because the jeep is Nicole's moving truck and loaded down like you wouldn't believe, officially stopped working on us at all somewhere in New Mexico. We are hot and with the windows rolled down, I've got trucker's tan/burn on both arms. Most of what we've driven through on this trip is desert. It's been 80 and 90 degrees the whole way. It's nice, for a change. The landscape is shocking. We can not imagine what it would have been like to be a pioneer and not driving 75 through three states of desert. We have decided that the Oregon Trail game was probably accurate concerning how often people died. At least the way I played it.

We've seen a lot of rabbits, a roadrunner (!), a ton of deer in Texas, an ostrich farm, and lizards. We've stopped in LA to see a band with my friend Andy, Joshua Tree to see the wildflowers blooming and one (and only one!) Joshua tree. We've been to Tombstone (yuck), Bisbee, Arizona (randomly great hippy community, where we saw the most amazing couple--a cat leashed to a dog that would jump on its back and ride), and all sorts of wilderness areas characterized by Saguaro cacti and cholla bushes (my mortal enemy, stemming from an unfortunate brushup in the mojave desert during high school--they shoot their barbs). We drove past the metal fence lining the US/Mexico border. Yesterday we went to White Sands Monument, an expanse of white sand dunes composed of gypsum, right in the middle of a US missile range. The road to White Sands is often closed to move top secret weapons. The place was mind-blowing. The roads through the center are cleared with bulldozers like snow plows. We made angels in the powdery sand and ran up and down the dunes. I took a lot of White Sands with me to Texas.

We're outside San Antonio now and have sang the few lines from the Texas song featured in PeeWee's Big Adventure about 50 times. Nicole and I got over being sick of each other on the second day. We have not run out of things to talk about. And when we have, a cop wearing a cowboy hat or a billboard reading "Take someone else's name in vain --God" fixes that right up.

We see fewer and fewer California plates and I'm definitely starting to feel different. And lucky. Oh, so lucky. To grow up and go somewhere like Tombstone high school surrounded by open desert must be quite a different experience.

We leave for New Orleans today.

Some photos:

Gas station in California. The sign says, "This recreation area is for the enjoyment of our customers." We enjoyed that tire, buffalo, and cop car to our heart's content. Nicole humped the cop car.



Wildflowers in Joshua Tree.





Lookout in Arizona, over the desert and many many saguaro cacti.



Ocatillo plant



Nicole at the Steak and Western Restaurant in Buckeye. It featured steaks, Greek, and Mexican food and it was awesome.



White Sands



Tuesday, April 11, 2006

The Journey

I'm leaving in an hour to drive cross-country with Nicole, who's moving to Virginia. I'm going to try to shoot parts of it and potentially put it together at the end to help learn to shoot and edit. Lots of still photos are sure to be taken, as well, and a gigantic post will be in the making for the next two weeks if I'm not able to purge my brain and images at wireless starbucks along the way.

On the itinerary: Joshua Tree, Gypsum sand dunes, Austin, New Orleans, Virginia, DC. And many adventures along the way.

I leave excited, devastated, happy, lost, motivated, with love in my heart and the future in mind. I bet Nicole can't WAIT to get in the car with me for the next 9 days. :)

I'm most excited about the lincoln memorial.

bye bye

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Cell phone users! Beware the wrath of Katie!!!



Do not. I repeat. Do NOT talk on a cell phone in a movie theater anywhere near this girl. She's armed with hair-grabbing fists and she's got some serious power behind those arms.

Katie and Katie went to see a movie at the Metreon that ended up with two trips to the emergency room. Katie asked a girl in the movie to get off her cell phone, on which she was talking loudly, and Katie ended up brawling with the girl and her boyfriend. I asked her what the other people in the movie theater did and she said they ignored it and watched the movie.

Katie did get a nice shiner out of the deal. Katie, you are the hero of all moviegoers everywhere who have had their $15 wasted when someone ruined it with their cell phone. From now on whenever I go to a movie I'm going to make sure you're there. Who knows, it could be more entertaining than the movie itself :D

Here's what Katie's beautiful eye looks like normally, with green shadow:



And here's what Katie's beautiful eye looks like with the "natural" look of coloring with bruises. Still pretty!



Thursday night was a rough night for everyone in our little Presidio house. A violent night, even. Was it a full moon? Do you believe in that? I do. People are fucked on full moons.

Last weekend we all went to the Beer and Oyster Fest at Fort Mason. It was a lot of Marina drinking transported to muddy grass.

See, Katie A. has beautiful eyes, too.




Because it was a rough week the roommates banded together. We went to the Painted Bird today in the Mission, a great vintage clothing store, and then to La Taqueria (best burritos in the city, and I won't debate it like some people like to. Hands down, the best carnitas ever) and then on to American Rag.

The Painted Bird:

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Some Old Photos of San Francisco

How we wish San Francisco always looked. When San Francisco is like this, it's the best city in the world:



How it usually looks:



Nik at Land's End. This hike is in the city!



Bird in the nudie section of Baker Beach:



Temporary gallery in Hayes:



The San Francisco parrots, flying through the Presidio in the morning:



View of the bridge from Land's End:



Stormy view looking from Telegraph Hill in North Beach towards Russian Hill, the Golden Gate and Marin.



Little bird looking as ferocious as possible to big predatory bird on my street. She dived bombed the big bird several times, tugging at feathers, before the larger bird flew off. It was nesting season.



Sunset above Bolinas Lagoon in one of my favorite places in the world.

Ordering Prints through iPhoto

I decided to test out the order prints function through iPhoto and I am so disappointed! So far I've only received the 8x10s I ordered and the prints themselves are very good quality, but I didn't think that the photos would be cropped and they are significantly, so as to throw off the composition. Also, they are cropped on one side rather than being centered. It must be an automated process, but even the exposure in one of the photos is far off from both the proof sheet and the image I ordered. I'm going to try to return them--they weren't cheap!

I'm so disappointed because the idea of being able to order a bound linen book of photos through iPhoto (one of the options) seemed like such a great idea, but if the photos are treated this way then what's the point?

Thursday, March 30, 2006

The Broadway Tunnel




Walking through the Broadway Tunnel is a hell that seems to never end. Driving through it takes less than 15 seconds, but you don't realize just how fast you can go in a car until you A. get pulled over by a police officer after speeding through, as i have, or B. walk through the dirty dirty tunnel, which takes about 5-10 minutes depending on how much time seems to drag on while you're in there.

It's warm, it's dirty, and you can write things in the scum on the walls. Don't touch anything. Don't try to run like I did--you just end up drawing the fumes deeper into the tiny capillaries of your lungs where smog instantly transfers into your bloodstream and makes you feel sluggish and drunk. Oh wait, I WAS drunk. Why else would I have walked through?

Walking through also makes you think of the asshole husband in Tales of the City, who met his demise in a fiery crash in his evil mercedes in the lovely, endless, scuzzy Broadway Tunnel.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Cataract Falls



I did the Cataract Trail alone yesterday. The best part was taking the windy drive from Fairfax as fast as I wanted to without fear of scaring a passenger or making him/her car sick. It was really fun to drive. The hike itself was harder than I would have expected going up (also because I thought I was losing light and practically ran), and easy on the downhill return. Every turn was covered with waterfalls. Little ones, big ones, ones everywhere. It's like what my Dutch uncle says when he goes to the beaches in Europe, haha, but he really says that.

The hike was like walking up the edge of a bowl that's being submersed under water--the waterfalls cascaded down the edges all around you.













I realized when I was starting the hike that the trailhead was right where I was on Christmas Day, though this would be a treacherous hike in pouring rain.



PS if you go on this hike a good place to stop after is in Fairfax, at the Fairfax Scoop, for ice cream. It's organic, too, but I don't really care.