Before I get on my soapbox about Louisiana...

I would like to mention that A has been voraciously reading this book. He took it on the subway once, and another child couldn't help but stare at the illustrations, and as she got off, still couldn't take her eyes off the pages of this book. A has been taking notes, and asked me this week to quiz him on the first 30 elements on the periodic table. He knows each of the atomic numbers, what each orbital in a given atomic structure looks like, learned resonance theory, etc. I suspect that we will move to organic chemistry tomorrow.

Or something.

On Louisiana, I guess that we, as a nation, are too embarassed about our poor to "deal" with their problems. Three thousand Wall Street types killed on 9/11? Our President was there in two days. Possibly tens of thousands killed over the course of days and days since last week? President responds in a leisurely five days, and Condoleezza Rice is right here in NYC several nights ago watching the comedic Monty Python's Spamalot on Broadway, and shopping for Ferragamo shoes (oh, sorry, didn't make news in your town? I'm here to inform you that we New Yorkers booed Condi when we caught her entitled bum sitting at Spamalot, thank you).

Reinforces that neo-con belief on self-reliance, "less government is more" and stuff (funny, those guys are now in government, and even they can't get it right). Check out this entry on My Schola. I think that I'll read each and every one.

Next, my rant on that disaster of a news commentator, Nancy Grace.

Nancy Grace: "What do they mean, hurricane victims should barbecue their food? They have no homes! No appliances! Do they mean they should rub two sticks together?"
Anderson Cooper: "Um, yes. It's a survival technique."

Run, don't walk, to My Schola.