http://greengabbro.net/2005/09/01/lookit-me-im-so-privileged/ rock out to the apparatus Sat, 22 Nov 2008 18:15:12 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3 http://greengabbro.net/2005/09/01/lookit-me-im-so-privileged/#comment-10085 Five Feet High and Rising « Harvest Bird Sun, 18 Mar 2007 03:23:45 +0000 http://greengabbro.net/2005/09/01/lookit-me-im-so-privileged/#comment-10085 [...] Five Feet High and Rising Like any number of you, my mind is much taken up with what’s goin’ on in Louisiana and Mississippi. The extent to which I’ve been wigging out about it has surprised me, as has the extent to which this has set off a cycle of self-loathing: I am not, after all, sitting on my roof, three days’ hungry, while fetid water drifts slowly by, half a foot below.Others whom I read, one, two, three, have been pursuing much the same lines of thought, with Accordion Guy presenting an impressively practical corollary. I’m taken aback by my level of distress–comparable in my own experience only with when the way I felt in the summer of 1990/91, watching my extended family sit enthusiastically around the television, as Anita McNaught enunciated the details of the first Gulf War, shot by shot. Something about this disaster has tripped my ability to filter appropriately the media images, and I feel as if it’s me who’s had to leave behind my dogs in order to get evacuated. Fuck. [...] [...] Five Feet High and Rising Like any number of you, my mind is much taken up with what’s goin’ on in Louisiana and Mississippi. The extent to which I’ve been wigging out about it has surprised me, as has the extent to which this has set off a cycle of self-loathing: I am not, after all, sitting on my roof, three days’ hungry, while fetid water drifts slowly by, half a foot below.Others whom I read, one, two, three, have been pursuing much the same lines of thought, with Accordion Guy presenting an impressively practical corollary. I’m taken aback by my level of distress–comparable in my own experience only with when the way I felt in the summer of 1990/91, watching my extended family sit enthusiastically around the television, as Anita McNaught enunciated the details of the first Gulf War, shot by shot. Something about this disaster has tripped my ability to filter appropriately the media images, and I feel as if it’s me who’s had to leave behind my dogs in order to get evacuated. Fuck. [...]

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