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“To encapsulate the notion of Mardi Gras as nothing more than a big drunk is to take the simple and stupid way out, and I, for one, am getting tired of staying stuck on simple and stupid.

Mardi Gras is not a parade. Mardi Gras is not girls flashing on French Quarter balconies. Mardi Gras is not an alcoholic binge.

Mardi Gras is bars and restaurants changing out all the CD's in their jukeboxes to Professor Longhair and the Neville Brothers, and it is annual front-porch crawfish boils hours before the parades so your stomach and attitude reach a state of grace, and it is returning to the same street corner, year after year, and standing next to the same people, year after year--people whose names you may or may not even know but you've watched their kids grow up in this public tableau and when they're not there, you wonder: Where are those guys this year?

It is dressing your dog in a stupid costume and cheering when the marching bands go crazy and clapping and saluting the military bands when they crisply snap to.

Now that part, more than ever.

It's mad piano professors converging on our city from all over the world and banging the 88's until dawn and laughing at the hairy-shouldered men in dresses too tight and stalking the Indians under Claiborne overpass and thrilling the years you find them and lamenting the years you don't and promising yourself you will next year.

It's wearing frightful color combination in public and rolling your eyes at the guy in your office who--like clockwork, year after year--denies that he got the baby in the king cake and now someone else has to pony up the ten bucks for the next one.

Mardi Gras is the love of life. It is the harmonic convergence of our food, our music, our creativity, our eccentricity, our neighborhoods, and our joy of living. All at once.”
― Chris Rose, 1 Dead in Attic: Post-Katrina Stories

“Yes, a dark time passed over this land, but now there is something like light.”
― Dave Eggers, Zeitoun

“I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..."

I never thought for a second
we wouldn't save the people”
― Andrea Gibson, Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns

“...as bad as it is here, it's better than being somewhere else."

-Chris Rose, regarding life in Post-Katrina New Orleans”
― Chris Rose, 1 Dead in Attic: Post-Katrina Stories

“Despite what some people have said, President Bush did not want black people to die in New Orleans. However, he did hope they would not relocate to any areas of Texas that he likes to frequent.”
― Scott Mcclellan, What Happened: Inside The Bush White House and Washington's Culture of Deception

“She didn鈥檛 even know what she鈥檇 do when she got back to New Orleans, but inside she felt a yearning to shove her hands in the dirt, to cling to the ground there, forever.”
― Sarah Rae

“I don't know what laws of physics are involved, but if you fill a gym with teenagers
and tell them to stare at one object, heat is actually produced. I half expected to
spontaneously combust.

Katrina”
― Suzanne Selfors

“Enfim, por alguma raz茫o se fazem as guerras, respondeu o av么, levantando as sobrancelhas. S贸 nas guerras 茅 que os homens podem matar-se uns aos outros sem serem castigados.”
― Ilse Losa, O Mundo Em Que Vivi

“Apesar de eu n茫o saber ler, distinguia bem entre as letras hebraicas, impressas no lado esquerdo do devocion谩rio, e as alem茫s, no lado direito. As hebraicas agradavam-me mais: vistosas, arredondadas, levavam, por cima e por baixo, pontinhos e tracinhos, dan莽avam, por assim dizer, livremente no espa莽o, enquanto as alem茫s, impressas a duas colunas, eram magrinhas, hirtas, bem comportadas. O lado das letras hebraicas fazia pensar uma cabe莽a endiabrada, cheia de carac贸is; o outro, das letras alem茫s, na cabe莽a bem penteada duma senhora idosa, com mon贸tona risca ao meio.”
― Ilse Losa, O Mundo Em Que Vivi

“J谩 que n茫o 茅s bonita, deves salientar-te pela intelig锚ncia. Assim h谩 se de conseguir mais na vida do que essas criaturinhas que contam com o sucesso do seu palminho de cara. Quero que aprendas tamb茅m a tocar piano.
Assim falou 脿 minha m茫e, que se contava entre as mulheres bonitas. Suspeitaria do mal que me causava?
Pouco a pouco fui-me convencendo de ser feia. Olhando para o espelho via uma cara redonda, sem d煤vida redonda em excesso, via olhos cinzentos (e n茫o era o cinzento a cor mais feia de todas?), cabelo liso, sem ondas nem carac贸is. No nariz curto j谩 Anna repararam e gostava de puxar por ele. E como se me meteu na cabe莽a que os olhos eram demasiado pequenos, comecei a arregal谩-los quando caminhava pelas ruas.”
― Ilse Losa, O Mundo Em Que Vivi

“Hurricane Ian was Florida鈥檚 Katrina.”
― Steven Magee

“As a national community, we made mistakes in responding to Katrina. But we also did things right. In our ignorance, we insisted that people leave without their pets. But in our compassion we went back, and we made sure that as many as possible were, in the end, not left behind.”
― Best Friends Animal Society, Not Left Behind: Rescuing the Pets of New Orleans

“You're goig through a neighborhood and there's no people, no grass, no birds, no animals... and it's beautiful but you know how screwed up it is that it looks that way, what it means that it looks that way." - Kit Boggio”
― Best Friends Animal Society, Not Left Behind: Rescuing the Pets of New Orleans

“Every politician I talk to seems to say the same thing: "Now is not the time to point fingers." Spin doctors even come up with the term blame game. "I'm not going to play the blame game," they say, dismissing you when you ask for answers, for the names of officials who made key decisions. I notice that some reporters start using the term too. I can't understand why. Demanding accountability is no game, and there's nothing wrong with trying to understand who made mistakes, who failed. If no one is held accountable for their decisions, for their actions, all of this will happen again. Not one person has yet to stand up and admit wrongdoing. No politician, no bureaucrat, has admitted a specific mistake. Some have made blanket statements, saying they accept responsibility for whatever went wrong. But that's not good enough. We need to know specifics. What was done wrong? What were the mistakes? I ask any official I can. No one will answer. The only "mistakes" they admit to are actually veiled criticisms of others. The mayor should have declared a mandatory evacuation on Saturday, instead of waiting until Sunday. Precious hours were lost. The governor could have done that as well, but didn't. They could have moved hundreds of city buses and local school buses to higher ground and used them to evacuate the nearly one hundred thousand residents who had no access to private transportation. They didn't. There were plenty of mistakes to go around. I just want someone to admit to them.”
― Anderson Cooper, Dispatches from the Edge: A Memoir of War, Disasters, and Survival