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Hey hey SG!
Long time no post!
Anyways,
many of you are also connected internet wise with me on that cursed m*space site...
so ya know I've been very involved in conveying & posting
latest pics & developments in quite a rapidly evolving news story.
I've got to get back to the news wires & RSS feeds but wanted to post
in some kind of chronological scroll the amazing activism of
first a few Buddhist monks...
then more monks,
then nuns bravely joined the marches
citizens seemed to have become inspired & emboldened by their
courage & commitment that they started to follow behind.
Some would march alongside in human chains to keep the clergy from
possible beatings.

From a few to a massive people's movement!

It's been an amazing last couple of days..
it's ONLY been over a week!

Now the junta is moving in troops & police
some plainsclothed, some reportedly with shaved heads
meant to stir chaos up within their ranks.

Monks have been shot in the past few hours...
the violence shall escalate by the minute
I must get back to watching the wires and waiting for raw footage that's being
posted on you tube before even Reuters or the BBC get them

I'll post links when i have time.
Please just keep their courage & safety in your thoughts & prayers


Their "Saffron Revolution" is now facing its darkest hours!

namaste
~gatsby

hey hey!
I received a few bday messages so i figure i should say thank you to those who've remembered me and a pre-emptive thx to others wanderin' by...
as for an update...
I'll get back to you on that.

I'm on myspace if any intra-web thang.
My life's pretty sweet and thrilling and I do hope to utilize this blog soon enuf.

Cheers and salutations

IOh I just downloaded 1000+ pics and I'll be posting some soon.
~J

I guess I'll be able to update this soon.
Two years ago today the Lady I had planned to grow old with
was murdered...and it was her fucking birthday of all dys!
two yers ago today my Hero, my Father
went into the hospital.
Never again to return
I'm uite out of sorts and mad and vengeful for finding the murderous man who snuffed out such a sweet life as he did she.
maybe that's the reason i simply cannot ever find the gut to update this sg thing anymore.
most of you know me on the myspace site
i am quite expressive ion thre I bet my peers would agree.
i'll honestly try again to keep this going.
for now i can only copy and paste
parts of what keeps me busy today
the lonliest day o the year for me.

so thanks if you sebnd me support and sweetnbess.
after loing my step father, my step brother, my fiancee and my best doggie all within a few months and all passing in pain and shock
well, i've just not felt like burdening all of you with my madl drinking binge dragon slayer
mourning period


so later i'll post something proper
for nowjust go to my m*space page
it's public for the time being
its cathartic for me to wail in peace and honor my beloveds in public



"Death be not proud, though some have called thee"

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, 5
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, 10
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

~John Donne











from a bulletin i was able to compose to explain my current mournful madness-

thank you for the kind replies over and over
a few have written me asking who's behind the change in profile name and strange profile
so, i'll repost whatever i is I posted earlier .
I still am unable to interact with anyone so I hope this helps
thanks to everyone for kindness
i'm sorry if I'm too mournful for you
two yers of mourning and madness and drinking binges and such still don't seem to seal up the great gash that has rent open my sullen hopeful heart.

most of the time i can find joy as many of you can agree i think.
today I justr want to find her murderer and scrape every scrap of his murderous skin off with my trembling fingers
typing helps my fingers keep calm
i may never be able to track him down
so soon i'll dance that energy back down into my gut
for now it swirls and swwoozes in my throat and i curse and cry and am comforted my whimpering puppies who i think somehow understand their gatsby isnt himself today

for those who recently only know me let me let you in pon my life when all the stars had meaning for me

like i said
forgive me if i seem mad
Today is the lonliest day of the year
for me it now seems
2 years later and the silence is still strong.

For my Father went into the hospital two years ago today...
never to see his beloved home again.
never to be able to bake a pie or smell his Roses.
never to be able to cuddle and spoil his new born grandchild
or newly rescued lil puppy





and thus began,
a most Heroic struggle for us,
-"Death be not proud"-
as he earned the respect and adoration of every Angel in Heaven who, 23 days later
welcomed him with open arms.

I miss you Papa






but I can only concentrate right now on
events of that fateful, fretful Feb. 12th 2005


the night would wane into the next morn and mourning my beloveds would become even more massive

for that very same unutterable date

I lost my Love to murder.

Later that same night,
right before the Lady who had
planned to grow old with me...
hte sweet Soul who would come comfort my Hero
when he had earlier lay in fear and pain in other hospitals...
my wildcat,
my beloved "Blue Fish"
who had survived soooo much...


well that very day-
two years past now-
on her fucking birthday!





she was taken from me
the world was forever more denied her Spirit, her smile
her laugh, her bravery and virtue and kindness and sex and sweetness and the longest legs a Lady could have





on her fucking birthday!




I still remember our last words, so sweet,
such concern for my Hero's health and comfort
so soothing
so loving
so full of expectations of the future


why?on her birthday you motherfucker!


forgive me if I seem a bit crazed today.
I'm not going out and Im not answering messages.

today the day is one long moment of silence and solitude
and wails and lamewntations and memories and fear and sweet sighs fir the days that had previously two years and a day ago
held such promise


don't worry though.
nothing too bad shall I act upon.
i now have my pack of eight puppies to lick my face clean



thank you
for understanding and support beforehand

~gatsby


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When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd



1

WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd_and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring;
Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, 5
And thought of him I love.



































2

O powerful, western, fallen star!
O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear'd! O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me! 10
O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul!

3

In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash'd palings,
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle......and from this bush in the door-yard, 15
With delicate-color'd blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig, with its flower, I break.

4

In the swamp, in secluded recesses,
A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.

Solitary, the thrush, 20
The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,
Sings by himself a song.

Song of the bleeding throat!
Death's outlet song of life_(for well, dear brother, I know
If thou wast not gifted to sing, thou would'st surely die.) 25

5

Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities,
Amid lanes, and through old woods, (where lately the violets peep'd from the ground, spotting the gray debris
Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes_passing the endless grass;
Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprising;
Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards; 30
Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,
Night and day journeys a coffin.

6

Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,
Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land,
With the pomp of the inloop'd flags, with the cities draped in black, 35
With the show of the States themselves, as of crape-veil'd women, standing,
With processions long and winding, and the flambeaus of the night,
With the countless torches lit_with the silent sea of faces, and the unbared heads,
With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,
With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn; 40
With all the mournful voices of the dirges, pour'd around the coffin,
The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs_Where amid these you journey,
With the tolling, tolling bells' perpetual clang;
Here! coffin that slowly passes,
I give you my sprig of lilac. 45

7

(Nor for you, for one, alone;
Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring:
For fresh as the morning_thus would I carol a song for you, O sane and sacred death.

All over bouquets of roses,
O death! I cover you over with roses and early lilies; 50
But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,
Copious, I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes;
With loaded arms I come, pouring for you,
For you, and the coffins all of you, O death.)

8

O western orb, sailing the heaven! 55
Now I know what you must have meant, as a month since we walk'd,
As we walk'd up and down in the dark blue so mystic,
As we walk'd in silence the transparent shadowy night,
As I saw you had something to tell, as you bent to me night after night,
As you droop'd from the sky low down, as if to my side, (while the other stars all look'd on 60
As we wander'd together the solemn night, (for something, I know not what, kept me from sleep
As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west, ere you went, how full you were of woe;
As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze, in the cold transparent night,
As I watch'd where you pass'd and was lost in the netherward black of the night,
As my soul, in its trouble, dissatisfied, sank, as where you, sad orb, 65
Concluded, dropt in the night, and was gone.

9

Sing on, there in the swamp!
O singer bashful and tender! I hear your notes_I hear your call;
I hear_I come presently_I understand you;
But a moment I linger_for the lustrous star has detain'd me; 70
The star, my departing comrade, holds and detains me.

10

O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?
And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?
And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love?

Sea-winds, blown from east and west, 75
Blown from the eastern sea, and blown from the western sea, till there on the prairies meeting:
These, and with these, and the breath of my chant,
I perfume the grave of him I love.

11

O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?
And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls, 80
To adorn the burial-house of him I love?

Pictures of growing spring, and farms, and homes,
With the Fourth-month eve at sundown, and the gray smoke lucid and bright,
With floods of the yellow gold of the gorgeous, indolent, sinking sun, burning, expanding the air;
With the fresh sweet herbage under foot, and the pale green leaves of the trees prolific; 85
In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river, with a wind-dapple here and there;
With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky, and shadows;
And the city at hand, with dwellings so dense, and stacks of chimneys,
And all the scenes of life, and the workshops, and the workmen homeward returning.

12

Lo! body and soul! this land! 90
Mighty Manhattan, with spires, and the sparkling and hurrying tides, and the ships;
The varied and ample land_the South and the North in the light_Ohio's shores, and flashing Missouri,
And ever the far-spreading prairies, cover'd with grass and corn.

Lo! the most excellent sun, so calm and haughty;
The violet and purple morn, with just-felt breezes; 95
The gentle, soft-born, measureless light;
The miracle, spreading, bathing all_the fulfill'd noon;
The coming eve, delicious_the welcome night, and the stars,
Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.

13

Sing on! sing on, you gray-brown bird! 100
Sing from the swamps, the recesses_pour your chant from the bushes;
Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines.

Sing on, dearest brother_warble your reedy song;
Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.

O liquid, and free, and tender! 105
O wild and loose to my soul! O wondrous singer!
You only I hear......yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart
Yet the lilac, with mastering odor, holds me.

14

Now while I sat in the day, and look'd forth,
In the close of the day, with its light, and the fields of spring, and the farmer preparing his crops, 110
In the large unconscious scenery of my land, with its lakes and forests,
In the heavenly aerial beauty, (after the perturb'd winds, and the storms
Under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing, and the voices of children and women,
The many-moving sea-tides,_and I saw the ships how they sail'd,
And the summer approaching with richness, and the fields all busy with labor, 115
And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with its meals and minutia of daily usages;
And the streets, how their throbbings throbb'd, and the cities pent_lo! then and there,
Falling upon them all, and among them all, enveloping me with the rest,
Appear'd the cloud, appear'd the long black trail;
And I knew Death, its thought, and the sacred knowledge of death. 120

15

Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me,
And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me,
And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions,
I fled forth to the hiding receiving night, that talks not,
Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness, 125
To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still.

And the singer so shy to the rest receiv'd me;
The gray-brown bird I know, receiv'd us comrades three;
And he sang what seem'd the carol of death, and a verse for him I love.

From deep secluded recesses, 130
From the fragrant cedars, and the ghostly pines so still,
Came the carol of the bird.

And the charm of the carol rapt me,
As I held, as if by their hands, my comrades in the night;
And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird. 135

DEATH CAROL.

16

Come, lovely and soothing Death,
Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
Sooner or later, delicate Death.

Prais'd be the fathomless universe, 140
For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious;
And for love, sweet love_But praise! praise! praise!
For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death.

Dark Mother, always gliding near, with soft feet,
Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? 145

Then I chant it for thee_I glorify thee above all;
I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.

Approach, strong Deliveress!
When it is so_when thou hast taken them, I joyously sing the dead,
Lost in the loving, floating ocean of thee, 150
Laved in the flood of thy bliss, O Death.

From me to thee glad serenades,
Dances for thee I propose, saluting thee_adornments and feastings for thee;
And the sights of the open landscape, and the high-spread sky, are fitting,
And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night. 155

The night, in silence, under many a star;
The ocean shore, and the husky whispering wave, whose voice I know;
And the soul turning to thee, O vast and well-veil'd Death,
And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.

Over the tree-tops I float thee a song! 160
Over the rising and sinking waves_over the myriad fields, and the prairies wide;
Over the dense-pack'd cities all, and the teeming wharves and ways,
I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee, O Death!

17

To the tally of my soul,
Loud and strong kept up the gray-brown bird, 165
With pure, deliberate notes, spreading, filling the night.

Loud in the pines and cedars dim,
Clear in the freshness moist, and the swamp-perfume;
And I with my comrades there in the night.

While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, 170
As to long panoramas of visions.

18

I saw askant the armies;
And I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundreds of battle-flags;
Borne through the smoke of the battles, and pierc'd with missiles, I saw them,
And carried hither and yon through the smoke, and torn and bloody; 175
And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)
And the staffs all splinter'd and broken.

I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them,
And the white skeletons of young men_I saw them;
I saw the debris and debris of all the dead soldiers of the war; 180
But I saw they were not as was thought;
They themselves were fully at rest_they suffer'd not;
The living remain'd and suffer'd_the mother suffer'd,
And the wife and the child, and the musing comrade suffer'd,
And the armies that remain'd suffer'd. 185

19

Passing the visions, passing the night;
Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades' hands;
Passing the song of the hermit bird, and the tallying song of my soul,
(Victorious song, death's outlet song, yet varying, ever-altering song,
As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and falling, flooding the night, 190
Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again bursting with joy,
Covering the earth, and filling the spread of the heaven,
As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,)
Passing, I leave thee, lilac with heart-shaped leaves;
I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring, 195
I cease from my song for thee;
From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee,
O comrade lustrous, with silver face in the night.

20

Yet each I keep, and all, retrievements out of the night;
The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird, 200
And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my soul,
With the lustrous and drooping star, with the countenance full of woe,
With the lilac tall, and its blossoms of mastering odor;
With the holders holding my hand, nearing the call of the bird,
Comrades mine, and I in the midst, and their memory ever I keep_for the dead I loved so well; 205
For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands...and this for his dear sake;
Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul,
There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim.

~Walt Whitman

Whatever your political leanings...
PLEASE go VOTE!
Shut the naysayers up who claim the youth and marginalized types don't use their voice/vote.
Wherever you are in Amerikka, there's GOT to be something you're for or against.

Personally, I'm a bit of a radical, you could say...





Power to the People!!!


(More about my nutty Livin'later...when I have som down time-say 2020!)

Do forgive me for being inactive even after my humble return..
lotsa things goin' on in my life
(Big suprise eh?)

I gotta run, again...
but wanted to repost the shindigs in my area for tonight.
I'm emceeing the all girl puddin wrasslin thang we got goin on.
Did I mention the fantastic puddin wrasslin scene yet?

Man am i behind in updating this....
ciao

from my sgaz post
edited for public viewing, I s'pose:
Hello SGAZ groovie ghoulies...
Gore gore gatsby here.
We are at the beginning of quite a delightful 5 day bender of things to do.
Outta respect for official sg events, I'll just post flyers and not create events to "watch".

I'll personally be emceeing a fantastic billing of
Puddin wrasslin &
Cut Throat Freakshow at mardi gras

There's so many other fine fandangos to freak to..
see ya at a few prolly.
(In order of my most probable appearances)
-as always, any fellow sgers I run into out there
are always on my tab at the bar!


afterhours here:






afterhours at Glam (formerly KYs0
and then some "ecstatic" dancin' here, prolly:





Oh I wish I was in Tucson tonight though for the pork torta party
I wanna see Winelord as well
(the only SG affliated AZ band I can think of)
and all my old freaky friends down there.


Oh and a certain Pink lady from here is gonna be up in Sin City
shakin' her
tasty tassles with The Burlesque troupe of torrid temptresses here:



Don't forget tomorrow
SG Suzy homewrecker's
Derby Dames are duking it out!




now for the smily thingies...bye!

In the words of fellow tippler W.C. Fields...

I have returned!!!


Sooooooo much to catch up on!

I've been rather...



"tied" up with "affairs" as of late!

I'll speak of my year long silence later.
For now,
love & flowers is what I humbly send all my sweet patient peers on here.
(Speaking of fantastic fleurs)
I love my Rose Marie...



I do indeed!

I'll be returning to blogging & hellos as soon as my newest comp is
back in my arms after my pal soups her up snazzier even!

Man is there a ton to talk about!





I'm back a bit in the Shaolin swing, so to speak!




Oh and to a certain lurker creeping out my other Sweet Muse...


She's got somethin' to say:


I've a snazzy ass digital and maybe 2000+ pics since last year so...
there's a ton to pass along!



Oh and hello again, my tipsy late night honey!

[

Friday 8/25








I'm returning VERY soon, my sweets!

4/22/06










**thank you everyone for the kind comments and emails!**
I've been so distraught, as many of you have with what's going on.
I'm busy getting my house ready to take in evacuees,
I'm still considering loading up a u-haul and driving it at least to Houston.
I would do it in my Father's name!

For now, i'm concentrating on helping the evacuees
pouring into Phoenix.
I might not be updating this like I want to.

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edited Thursday night to add:
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CNN's very helpful page on what you can do, up to the minute
local info, where to send aid. etc:
http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2005/katrina/help.center/
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

**updated Thursday Sept. 7th**
I've been helping a bit at my local shelter(Veteran's Coliseum,Phx.),
and the next phase of this national tragedy is obviously finding
more permanent lodgings, so people can start finding work & families.

Housing, jobs, reuniting families, & most important-HOPE
is what I understand is needed now most of all.

Thanks and stay helpful & hopeful!

TURN GRIEF and ANGER into ACTION!!!
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(from a thread I just started:

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Repost from birthday boy handsomejoe:

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Here's a repost of what I wrote on the SGAZ boards.
I hope any local members are willing to help out with me:

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repost of important links:

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MoveOn.org now has an emergency housing site set up:

http://www.hurricanehousing.org

Under the spoiler is the complete e-mail-

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~~~Humanitarian aid for animal victims~~~
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(the following are reposted from our SGAnimal Rights group)

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Helpful links specifically for New Orleans area victims:
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**edited to add various links and such**

Time to take a break from writing about my own
decadent, yet
miniscule existence.
It would hard for me to write about anything
other than the dread & anxiety of
the overwhelming tragedy of the past few days.

What follows are a few reposts from various sources:
SG boards, myspace friends, yahoo news groups, blogs, etc.


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photomares said:
Here's a link to the New Orleans newspaper,The Times-Picayune it gives better information than the BS rumours we have seen posted here. It's updated daily so before you post misinformation based on rumours this link should help, or keep you up on current rescue efforts.

The Times-Picayune

/QUOTE]



New Orleans Mayor Speaks

No more press conferences!
The ones needing help can't hear them anyway!

To contact Loisiana Gov. Blanco
http://gov.louisiana.gov/contact.asp

To contact the President @ the White House:
http://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/

To contact your Senator:
http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm

To contact your Representative:
http://www.house.gov/Welcome.shtml


This site has a number of already written letters
concerning this sad subject
in it's "soapbox section":
http://www.congress.org/congressorg/home/
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MoveOn.org now has an emergency housing site set up:

http://www.hurricanehousing.org

Under the spoiler is the complete e-mail-

in honor of my own rescued dogs...
I offer first these links:
American Kennel Club's Canine Relief Fund for lost or abandoned dogs.~link~

American Humane Association/Animal Rescue League effort~LINK~

Humane Society disaster relief fund~link~

One of the best comprehensive hyperlink updates/info
collection throughout all the web,
is from the PunditGuy's blog:
http://www.punditguy.com/2005/08/katrina_links.html

I highly recommend that you utilize
such a useful compendium of real time info.


For various charities I recomend this blog site:

instapundit's very helpful list of voluteer/charity sites~link~
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Helpful links specifically for New Orleans area victims:
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nola weblog- a site for families to find each other/shelter/friends/etc. ~LINK~

Craigslist New Orleans has offers of housing for Katrina refugees.~Link~


Helpful forums from New Orleans TV Station
WWLTV.com:

Searching for someone? post in this special forum/link

Are you okay? and you want loved ones to know you're safe-Post in this forum/link



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I spent many hours pouring thru
pics and such for various reasons.
This may take a minute to download...
But I think it brings the tragedy into
a bit more unsettling perspective.


NY Times detailed map of New Orleans destruction
http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/national/2005_HURRICANEKATRINA_GRAPHIC/index.html
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(from news editor Salome)

NASA Earth Observatory satellite images of New Orleans flooding.

United States Geological Survey LandSat satellite images of New Orleans flooding. (high res)

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reposted from Scream Queen Pin Up
(remember her?!?!)
from her efforts on myspace

I keep hearing people saying that they wish they could do something for the victims of Hurricane Katrina.
Well you can!
I put together this list of websites for you to visit to find out about donating and/or volunteering to help those less fortunate than yourself.
Please repost this friends.
Together we can make a difference...
hearts jana (ScreamQueenPinup)
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How You Can Help Hurricane Katrina Victims:
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Donations should be made to
http://www.redcross.org/
the America Red Cross online

or call 1(800) HELP NOW

A full list of agencies to donate to as suggested by FEMA can be found @ http://www.fema.gov/press/2005/resources_katrina.shtm




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That whole media controversy about
Certain people "looting" as opposed to others "finding":














There's an interesting discussion on this in the forum section of the Poynters Institutes's Romenesko section where journalists are weighing in on the New Orleans coverage.
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http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0410/feature5/

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This shall be an update about
almost being carjacked last night,
missing my Hero who's in Heaven,
dogfights & sitting on my porch
holding my poor pooch
while my hands cake with blood.


Oh boy! sorry that
last lusty
post stayed up so long!

I've been on one insane bender
for I figure 40+ straight days now!

This past week I'm trying to catch up
on much needed sleep.

I've also too many
Lovers lately
for my own good!
(Like I should ever complain about that!)

I feel drained but I can't seem to slow down.

I also seem to have an inexhaustible
energy and virile resilience!
(No I'm not using any "helpers" either!)


I think it's a mania of escape
from mourning for my dear Dad and for my
future fiancee who passed on the same month.

My weeks have been one blessed blur of
fun, frolic, flesh, & trippin' the light fantastic.

Mind you, tho..
it's also been a profound mix of epiphany &
reflection for me.

I miss my dearly departed Pops oh so much.

I mean, I'm obviously trying a touch to lose
my mournful demeanor in a mad, mad mix
of sex, smiles, sleepless sunrises,
& living on the edge-all decadent like.

But know that I also take some time to heal and help myself
thru this insane epoch of my Life.
I'm still standing and ready to go again for this very busy weekend.


I also have my hands full with 4 frenetic dogs who
make my free time fun but a muddy mess!
Gauguin, my rescued mutt has
a knack for getting loose and jumping my 6 ft. fences and stroilling
'round my dangerous hoodie.
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[bSpeaking of my razor dangerous area-
I think i was moments ahead of getting car jacked last night!
Truly nutso, i know
I was driving around about 3ish this morn-
looking for Gauguin.
I drove past some sorta commotion
going on down this certain alley a block from my house.

Next time I turned past that spot-
there was this nice BMW just sitting there,
running.
It's lights were on and
it's windsheild wipers switching and such.
I drove as close as I could
and saw the door open.
the window busted,
crapola all over the road.
A bad feelin' came over me
and I backed down the way.

I was a bit freaked!

Down the street I heard someone
screaming bloody murder-
that's when I called 9-11-
But just then 3 police cars come
screaming into the scene
guns out and pointied at me.
I had to get outta my car and on the ground and they
chased down the guy screaming and yelling.

The police let me get up a minute later after seeing i was in my shorts and barefoot.
I told 'em i was looking for my lost dog.
Thank god I had already called 9-11 since they
I.D-ed me as the first caller very soon afterward!

They told me someone called in a carjacking RIGHT before I called in.
They told me only a few facts..
but hinted that the guy running down the street was some crackhead who had tried to
carjack that BMW.

YOU SEE...
Only minutes before,
I asked the SAME GUY
if he had seen my dog!!

THANK GOD I was driving my HOOPTIE!
I drive a wreck of a car since my
Olds was stolen months ago.

Oh the Fates like to fuck with me in a most crazy way!
ha ha


Needless to say,
I split the scene and went home to wait it out.


Things were still a bit stressful
since that menacing feeling was to
haunt me for hours and for good reason.

Gauguin came limping home later..
his neck caked in blood...
another dogfight,
more anxiety for me.

I love him but I feel helpless since
there's nothing keeping him from straying.
I'm taking him in for shots right after this.



I actually am gonna be late if I don't wrap this up.
So I'll write more later.
Thanks for the love and support and such.


Wish me luck with my silly wanderer
of a dog!


~Gatsby

who hasn't slept yet tonight/today!



I'll sleep on Sunday!


oh and to you know who:


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edited to add-
Gauguin's healing up nicely!
Everyone got their
updated shots at the shelter-
No sign of rabies!
The other pups are all
doing kool as well!

I'm gonna be at this major
dance floor shindig:


It's sorta my lil' baby since
I've been making the scene
LONG before there was even any
of this damn buzz & coverage!
Denny's a good friend of mine and I'm
so happy he's a bigshot now.
Oh boy, is there gonna be a big line!

Man, am I far, far behind in keeping this journal up to date!
I don't even know where to begin so I'll state some stats
and get to the big news first and type til I need to taper off since the weekend ahead holds another epic batch of possibilities.

It's been about 11 days since last I
wrote & lemme tell ya;
it's been unreal
the hedonism I've enjoyed!

I s'pose I achieved some personal bests/records.
Some I maybe shouldn't have shot for!

In the past 10 days I have:
-Stayed awake for the longest stretch EVER~61 hours
(half under influences, half sober)

-Been with more Lovers in a 10 day period~6

-"Broke in" more new Lovers~3

-Took part in more kink factor experiences
(Threesomes, BDSM, spankings,-nothing brutal mind you!)

-Enjoyed more intoxicants in a stretch~5
(liquor counting as one-no needles or speed thank you!)

& most delightfully
-I took more randy bubblebaths ~4
in that wild spree,
than I ever have in all
my Fellini-esque Charmed Life!!!!

And I'm still standing & heading into the homestretch!

ha ha

I really have no time to type out the details and boy
are they tasty!

In fact that reminds me of some other big news..
I guess that talk of me getting published is getting a bit more serious!!!


I forget what I've revealed about the buzz on my writing..
some of you know I keep a rather well regarded blog
seperate from my SG & myspace accounts..
It's sorta supersecret, or it was..
well, there's a continued cadre of agents and such keeping my cell and email hopping with their carrots and come hither-ances.
I love being wooed!

Tho, when I think of who deserves publication more than me..
well,
I immediately think of my dear Swan,
Miss RoseMarie!!!
She's the most wonderful wordsmith I've ever been floored by!
Truly!!!!


I'm just a hack writer who happens to
take note of my hedonism and a few memories of old flames
and frenetic friends.
Oh and there's a certain adoration for my Pops I guess garners
some respect.

O.K.,
I really gotta go folks...
I have a LOOOONG weekend ahead of me.
I promise I'll type some tidbits this weekend.
I'm in the process of getting approval for
the really randy pics of the 3 day
ecstacy party,
the pirate cutlass spanking freakout in the parking lot,
my Dragon Lady making love in a whole mess of Police Caution Tape,
Hot Pink hijinks with certain Sgs,
and what pics can be posted concerning
a certain Lovely and me while we hole up in a swanky Snottsdale resort while
her millionaire ex- comes looking for her.


This weekend's agenda includes:
the return of my red-headed
"voracious vixen": from up north...
she's been without amour for weeks now...
I think I'll need an i.v. afterward..
then on Saturday I have been hired to be
the Boy Toy/Masseuse
for a group of 20+ Women who are celebrating
a few birthdays and have rented out a mega suite complete with in room hot tub!
I think I'm expected to provide a few happy endings!!
ha ha
I don't mind since my focus is on the lusty Lady who's
invited me.
She's a randy Russian with the most mesmerizing laugh..
a real firecracker and a fellow
flamenco dancer of my July romance
with that greek gypsy I wrote about!
(Did I mention her on SG or in my blog?)
anyways, that sweet gypsy returns to town next month and maybe I'll figure out who the hell I wanna
wisk away to Spain with me in the Spring!

Well, there is this dream I have of taking a certain writer I respect!



Love to all,
and soon I'll scan all the scandals!!!!
~Gatsby