So disgustingly tired right now.
It's been a long...many days. At the moment I am employed as a air conditioning tech (don't ask me how...no prior experience...well actually it was a friend who knew someone who knew somoene etc). anyhow...mostly working installing and replacing entire systems (the furnace and cooling coil that are hidden away in the attic or whatnot and the condensor that sits outside the house with the big fan in it). Current project is a multimillion dollar mansion out on the Lake. Owner is a nice guy and treats us pretty well, but he also wants his house cold. really cold. and he has an entire side of his house which is basically windows...the west facing side....facing onto the lake. can we say "holy heat load, batman!"? So we are in the process of installing SEVEN complete air conditioning systems in his home. His workout room alone has the same system that most single family dwellings use.
why is any of this interesting? it isn't. it just means for me that I've been working 12 hour days (minimum) since last week. and these are 12 hour days of 130 degree attics crawling around getting cut on roofing nails and whatnot and generally sweaty dirty work that has me home in time to go to bed. the pay is damn good though.
enough of that loooooooong explanation as to why I am exhausted.
I've been watching the whole New Orleans saga since a couple days before the storm hit. and been watching it since.
I don't know how to describe how I feel about the whole thing.
I turned 18 in New Orleans. Started college there (and my path, inturrupted though it was, into the Marines), lost my virginity in that town, had my first cigarette there, drank my first real drink and got drunk...waaaay drunk for the first time in that city. First really started writing and playing with photography there. discovered and developed my love of music and art and all that kinda thing there.
and now it's gone. Kaldi's has been gone, but now even the memory of it is erased. Cafe Du Monde is gone. Dragon's Den is Gone. Snake n Jake's is gone. Tippatino's gone. That weird ass bookstore near the convent is gone. the Mushroom is gone.
hell the journal before this one...the first photo of me and my farmer tan...in the background hanging on my thermostat is a white rose from my girl, a set of dog tags, and my bacchus medallion from one of several mardi gras spent in New Orleans.
it's like hearing over the phone that an ex-lover...one who you had a long term relationship...a particularly sexy and adventurous one...your first one...has died...and horrible...of a drug overdose or some violent act.
and the conditions the city has deteriorated into...with the looting ( I don't consider stealing perishable or even canned food from the stores or other basic needs looting as much as necessity, but when people are jacking stereos and cars they can't leave with anyway???) and the random shooting or shooting at hospital paitents and rescue workers....I can't even describe it...how it makes me feel.
I don't have much money, but I looked at it and I guess helping somebody out is at least as important to me (more in this case) as my yearly SG membership and netflix membership and weekly junk food budget. so that's what I donated. kinda an arbitrary way to figure it out I guess. but that's how I did it.
I'd encourage anyone who can to donate themselves...as in their own two hands and time. and if you can't...maybe just some cash. there are organizations out there that can put it to good use.
on the good side of things. My
lovely girl will be down to visit again soon. Tuesday. I've got some surprises and fun planned for her...that may or may not even involve nakedness. and while I will NOT be travelling to Europe as originally planned, I'll get to do some small travelling this winter.
and I'm going to bed.
g'night all.
It's been a long...many days. At the moment I am employed as a air conditioning tech (don't ask me how...no prior experience...well actually it was a friend who knew someone who knew somoene etc). anyhow...mostly working installing and replacing entire systems (the furnace and cooling coil that are hidden away in the attic or whatnot and the condensor that sits outside the house with the big fan in it). Current project is a multimillion dollar mansion out on the Lake. Owner is a nice guy and treats us pretty well, but he also wants his house cold. really cold. and he has an entire side of his house which is basically windows...the west facing side....facing onto the lake. can we say "holy heat load, batman!"? So we are in the process of installing SEVEN complete air conditioning systems in his home. His workout room alone has the same system that most single family dwellings use.
why is any of this interesting? it isn't. it just means for me that I've been working 12 hour days (minimum) since last week. and these are 12 hour days of 130 degree attics crawling around getting cut on roofing nails and whatnot and generally sweaty dirty work that has me home in time to go to bed. the pay is damn good though.
enough of that loooooooong explanation as to why I am exhausted.
I've been watching the whole New Orleans saga since a couple days before the storm hit. and been watching it since.
I don't know how to describe how I feel about the whole thing.
I turned 18 in New Orleans. Started college there (and my path, inturrupted though it was, into the Marines), lost my virginity in that town, had my first cigarette there, drank my first real drink and got drunk...waaaay drunk for the first time in that city. First really started writing and playing with photography there. discovered and developed my love of music and art and all that kinda thing there.
and now it's gone. Kaldi's has been gone, but now even the memory of it is erased. Cafe Du Monde is gone. Dragon's Den is Gone. Snake n Jake's is gone. Tippatino's gone. That weird ass bookstore near the convent is gone. the Mushroom is gone.
hell the journal before this one...the first photo of me and my farmer tan...in the background hanging on my thermostat is a white rose from my girl, a set of dog tags, and my bacchus medallion from one of several mardi gras spent in New Orleans.
it's like hearing over the phone that an ex-lover...one who you had a long term relationship...a particularly sexy and adventurous one...your first one...has died...and horrible...of a drug overdose or some violent act.
and the conditions the city has deteriorated into...with the looting ( I don't consider stealing perishable or even canned food from the stores or other basic needs looting as much as necessity, but when people are jacking stereos and cars they can't leave with anyway???) and the random shooting or shooting at hospital paitents and rescue workers....I can't even describe it...how it makes me feel.
I don't have much money, but I looked at it and I guess helping somebody out is at least as important to me (more in this case) as my yearly SG membership and netflix membership and weekly junk food budget. so that's what I donated. kinda an arbitrary way to figure it out I guess. but that's how I did it.
I'd encourage anyone who can to donate themselves...as in their own two hands and time. and if you can't...maybe just some cash. there are organizations out there that can put it to good use.
on the good side of things. My
lovely girl will be down to visit again soon. Tuesday. I've got some surprises and fun planned for her...that may or may not even involve nakedness. and while I will NOT be travelling to Europe as originally planned, I'll get to do some small travelling this winter.
and I'm going to bed.
g'night all.
_bossanova_:
I think your description of your feelings is particularly appropriate, especially for anyone that was lucky enough to experience New Orleans the way you did.
onefoolishline:
hello there.