New Orleans Evacuation

I've been commuting to New Orleans (right next to Canal St., across from Bourbon) for about 3 weeks now. This week i walked down Bourbon St. for the first time. Man was that a crazy experience; and that was on a Monday too! Went down to another district near the shore where the houses are smaller than those in the French Quarter with live music, jam sessions, and all kinds of bars. Had an amazing chunks of donuts literally buried in powered sugar inside a bag. I forget what the place is called, but it must be famous.

The Hurricane Gustov approacheth towards us. The company evacuated after lunch. Everybody seemed to be somewhat in a panic. Every piece of electrical equipment was locked in a closet because the building we're in had previously been blown away from Katrina. If Gustov strikes New Orleans dead on, history repeated itself, and i can expect broken glass all over the 15th floor where I work.

Evacuation was fun, for me. While others seemed to be in a state of heightened alert, I felt relaxes and enjoyed the adrenaline of knowing that we are in the path of a hurricane. This is just like when i was in middle school, when i used to see how long i could wait before i got out of the way of a train. Yup, that's right. A moving train on the tracks!! I liked to play in a very controlled yet dangerous environment. That roughly translates to a dare-devil wantabee who's a chicken at heart.

Star Gazing

Every night I love to look at the night sky. I prefer clear night skies so that I can see the stars and the moon. I don't mind whether the moon is full or not for I can appreciate it at any time and any place. I don't mind if the air is cloudy. The clouds add a different perspective to the awe that goes through my mind.

When I gaze at what now seem to be distant yet familiar friends, I get heart-broken, and I swear I almost get tears in my eyes, but somehow I never do. I love star-gazing. I want to see them closer, in greater detail. And it is sad to know that I will never reach them.

I don't know why I never thought of this before, but I really should get a telescope, a really good one. Once I get one I think I'd be out every night, like a child turning on the night-light so that he can see his favorite toy one last time, right before he goes to bed.

PS - I have several pages of journal entries from my South American vacation (Argentina, Chile, Bolivia). Not sure why I haven't logged these yet. I guess I have different priorities now. Blogging isn't so important anymore as it used to be. Maybe this means I'm healed? Nah. What am I thinking. I'm scarred for life.