Hurricane Katrina, Mississippi, the South

July 14, 2008

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For the most part, this blog is powered by coffee.  Lots and lots of coffee.  coffeewindow And I would be remiss to forget the toddler kisses.  Every post is hammered out with the chime of "I sit with you, Mom!" in the background.  Most paragraphs have "aczqfqqqq" in them at one point or another as little toddler feet get situated on my lap while I type.

I don't have daycare.  I don't have a nanny.  I run this muth' from home, in a semi-undressed state, with dishes in the sink and two little boys hanging from my limbs.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Okay, I would like a housekeeper and to have our babysitter come in a few times a week, but I'm working on that.  Unfortunately, both like to be paid in cash rather than flowery prose, and I'm short on one and long on the other.

When you make the choice to stay at home rather than rake in the paychecks from an office outside of the home, you also make the choice to accept a handful of compromises.  Not the least of which is a distinct lack of disposable income.  So, if you are a stay-at-home mom with an internet connection, you figure out ways to make that work for you.  Because, you know, we are made of time and bon-bons here.

A few months ago, I bought my pass to the annual BlogHer blogging blogherReach conference with a credit card that I literally had to wipe the dust from before I used it.  I knew that I'd also have to come up with money to pay for a flight from Gulfport, Mississippi to San Francisco, California, as well as pay for a handful of nights in a hotel room.  I did not have the money to pay for any of this.

In short, I was doing a bit of "fake it til you make it."  In fact, I've been faking that I could even go to BlogHer every single moment of the planning process for The People's Party.  Kevin Costner and Ray Liotta swear that if you build it, they will come...  so that works with blogging, too, right?

Arianne says that "to think is to create."  Let's see how far we can take that theory...

I do not advocate using credit cards other than for emergencies, but I was tired of my desktop crashing and needed a computer.  After this final crash, it was still in the geek shop going on almost a month.  This was not working for this blogger here, as I was simultaneously trying to launch an online magazine and attend to the needs of sponsors and party guests on their way to BlogHer with eyes set on free drinks and fun music.  I needed a reliable computer.

Sometimes it just takes being at the right place at the right time for the digital 1's and 0's to align into stars.

While looking for a replacement TV and trying to not look shocked that TVs cost a minimum of $300 now, I wandered into the laptop section of our local Best Buy.  All I was trying to do was buy myself some time and distance from the TV sales clerk so I could slip out the door empty-handed.  And then...  I fell in love.

I've never used a laptop before.  I knew that they contained some kind of magical device that would let you work online from the comfort of your couch or backyard or bathroom floor, but I had never experienced such geek bliss.  I never knew what I was missing, people.  Why didn't you tell me?hppavilion

While wandering the laptop aisles, a glossy 17" screen and full size keyboard caught my eye.  Encouraged by a surprisingly low price tag, I dared touch this magical piece of technology called "HP Pavilion."  It was like...  mmmmmagic.

The click of the keyboard!  The width of the screen promising multiple windows open at the same time!  The spajillions of gigabytes of hard drive!  She must be mine! 

And so she is.  I sit here now, on my couch, with babies by my side, tickling little toes into my leg and smooshing soft kisses on my cheek, all the while typing away like there's no tomorrow and editing hasn't been invented, yet.

Arianne says "to think is to create."  She also says, "Ask for what you need.  Ask for help."

And so I did.  Armed with my new laptop and productivity to put Martha Stewart to shame, I asked for help to get to BlogHer.  You won't believe who answered the call...

HP.

hp With the help of HP, I am going to BlogHer with just enough sponsorship that I won't have to sell my liver in order to pay the credit card bill.  Which is a good thing because I plan to put my liver through its paces at the parties this week.

The funny thing is, this is not the first time HP has reached out to me. 

A few nights after Hurricane Katrina, after evacuating with only a few days' worth of clothes and a couple of photo albums, I sat down at a relative's computer and visited Snapfish, which had only recently joined up with HP.  We had bought a digital camera only a few months before and I had made a habit of immediately uploading every photo we took of our new baby to Snapfish, you know, just in case.

As it turned out, Snapfish was the only insurance policy that would be paying out for quite a while.snapfish

I sat and marveled at photos of our home, at the things that had made up our lives and were now marinating at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico.  I sat and thanked all that was good and all that was foresight for the fact that I had used Snapfish to store our photos.

And then I wrote them a letter.  And I told them just that.

What followed was a handful of months of correspondence between me, Snapfish, and their parent company, HP.  In the days after Katrina, everyone wanted a face to put with the disaster, and I provided a face.  I provided a story.  I also provided an outlet for their desire to help.

Shortly after I shared my late-night story of gratitude with Snapfish, they extended an offer to all of their customers on the Gulf Coast, issuing enough credits to enable all of us to reprint every single photo we had stored with Snapfish.

HP gave us something to hold in our hands during a time when most of us had nothing to hold other than each other.

Now, almost three years later, they are helping me again.  Thank you, HP.

So, I will be at BlogHer and I'll be there with a fancy new HP Pavilion laptop.  You'll be able to spot me because I'll be toting that laptop in one of the few cool laptop totes I could find that would fit a 17" screen. 

Just look at this awesome laptop tote I found from Janine King Designs janinekingtoteon etsy!   It is simply...  me.  And because I am a dolt and despite the fact that I know better, that snazzy designer was willing to do a rush job for me and deliver my tote before I left for BlogHer, even though she clearly spells out her delivery times in her policies.

Real people.  This blog is powered by real people.  Real people that pay attention to their customers and attend to their needs as much as they can.

There was a bit of a ruckus recently when someone somewhere complained that some of our blogs have just become link blogs with very little content.  I disagree.  I say that our blogs have broken out of our heads and our asses (where our heads reside most of the time) and acknowledge the people that keep these exercises in ego running.  We can't always do it all by ourselves.

Sometimes we need to ask for help.  And we are nothing but gracious when those calls are answered.

With that, allow me to take one more moment of your time and two more clicks of your mouse and introduce you to the two newest sponsors of The People's Party:

 

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Most of you already know 5 Minutes for Mom, as it was the first stop in mom blogs for most of us starting out.  They have a gorgeous new design and a handful of new sister sites, so if you haven't been there lately, do check it out.

A new service that you may not be familiar with, though, is Consumer Pop.  A new marketing consultation and blogger concierge service, Consumer Pop helps you build, as well as understand, your brand, offering dynamic approaches to reaching out to your audience and satisfying their needs.  They are new on the scene and would love to tell you more about what they can do for you so that you can do more for your audience!

...So that's it for me for a couple of days.  On Tuesday and Wednesday, I'll have guest posts from two of our sponsors of The People's Party and I PeoplesPartyGoingBadge sincerely encourage you to stop by and get to know them.  Learn what they are about, why they are going to BlogHer, and how they can work with you, regardless of whether or not you are going to BlogHer.

Then?  Well, then I won't talk about BlogHer much other than perhaps a round-up of the weekend and what I may or may not have learned.  Oh yeah, and very possibly some photographs of The Bloggess licking motherbumper

At the very least, stop by on Thursday for a link to the live feed of The People's Party.  I'll be sending shout-outs to you, in particular, so you won't want to miss it!

Now...  reach out and connect.  Ask yourself what you need and go make it happen.  After all, to think is to create... 

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May 08, 2008

I Am Your Very Own Dichotomy.

Occasionally, I just walk out of the house and leave the family to fend for themselves.  I grab my purse, my phone, and my keys, yell something like, "Good luck, suckers!" over my shoulder, and hit the road.

I am a road person.

The other night, I did just that.  It had not been a particularly difficult day, but it had been a long couple of weeks.  Maguire came home from work and my heart unexpectedly slipped out the door behind him as he entered.  I had no choice but to follow.

I haven't mentioned this, but I have a new car.  A "new to me" car.  Guess what it is?  You'll never guess.  Moosh?  You might know.

It's a white Volvo V70 wagon.  My dream car. 

Of course, it is not new.  I bought it for very close to an even trade for the land yacht that was my Dad's old emerald green Lincoln Towncar.  I suspect there is a hamster in the engine running around frantically taping everything together, laughing in a bewildered way about how I could be so blinded by the boxy loveliness so as to not notice that I was being taken...  but it is mine.  I finally have my own car again.

And I work it hard.  In particular, I work the CD player.  Haven't had one of those in years.

The soundtrack for my solo escape road trip along the Mississippi Gulf Coast beaches Anidc_2 the other evening was Ani DiFranco's Canon, a 2-disc compilation of some of her best songs.  My husband introduced me to Ani DiFranco in college and I was sold immediately and ever since.  One of the only performers I never tire of, and I get tired of music shamefully fast.

Fueled on by Ani's voice berating government, penises, and Righteous Babes who have their panties on a little too tight, I made my way along the scenic beach highway.  One thing I love about the Mississippi Gulf Coast is that from Gulfport to Bay St. Louis, there are almost no structures built on the beach-side of the highway.  Drivers are afforded unobstructed views of the water for miles.

This makes for a fine brainstorming environment.  I busy part of my mind with driving, just enough to keep the random, distracting noise at bay, and leave the rest of my mind to solve solve solve.

On this particular evening, I was unaware of any unresolved issues for which I was setting out to solve.  However, an hour into the drive, just as I was making it across the Bay St. Louis bridge from Pass Christian, the tears began to fall.

They were those hot tears, those silent tears, the ones that just drop drop drop.

The ones that surprise you.  The ones that have been waiting, silently, patiently, and of which you were too busy to be aware.  Until they find the break.

I would love to be able to tell you why I was crying.  I do not know.  It was our internal release valve, I think.   No one thing in particular, it was just time to relieve some pressure.

So I drove.  And I cried.  And I listened to Ani DiFranco.

I thought about how I never listen to music anymore.  Since living in New Orleans, I have become an avid talk radio listener.  It started with the New Orleans station WRBH, Radio for the  Blind and Print Handicap.  They would read books on air, as well as magazine articles, but my favorite was the show on which they read the drugstore ads.  Literally.  It was hilarious.

The best show was on a day when a little old lady was reading the Rite Aid ads and said, "Let's see, you can get 300 count Vitamin C for...  let me see...  oh, shoot, I can't read that small print.  Just go in and tell them you want the Vitamin C deal."  The irony was so sweet, I can't even tell you.  I just wanted to kiss her.

Nevertheless, it hooked me on talk radio.  Glennbeckbook Now I listen to shows like Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh.  They are on when I am in the car during the day, so they are my guys.  I don't always agree with their politics, but I am never disappointed in the discussion.  I welcome the questions they force me to consider.

Ani DiFranco is a master at that.  She does not disguise her politics and pleads for you to open your eyes.  She makes me face social problems I might otherwise not consider.  She invites me to question my beliefs.

Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh might be two of the most conservative voices in the media today.

Ani DiFranco might be one of the most liberal voices in the greater media today.

They share my ear equally.

They propel my voice equally.

And their opinions could not be more disparate.

“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.” 
F. Scott Fitzgerald

I see the discussions in my comments sections regarding politicsRushcigar You ask each other, "Is it possible to be socially liberal and fiscally conservative?"  "Are not conservativism and liberalism mutually exclusive?"  "How can you straddle this fence?"

These questions can easily apply well beyond the political boundaries.

When I posted the photo of my shoes in Summer Shoe Choices:  I Am a Punk Rock Florida Retiree, I wasn't really asking you what shoes I should wear to San Francisco.  I was sharing with you the dichotomy that is me.  That is all of us.

We are so much more than labels.  We are so much more than conservatives and liberals, Rebublicans and Democrats, mothers and wives, bloggers and writers, consumers and marketers.

So I listen to Glenn Beck with ears wide open.  And I savor the moments when I listen to Ani DiFranco, as I feel her words physically enter my heart.

"I use my dress to wipe up my drink.  I care less and less what people think." 

Ani DiFranco, Dilate

I drove along the beach as evening turned to night, and I watched the wind blow thin streams of sand across the road.  My headlights illuminated the sand as though it was fog.  I was driving through time itself. 

I drove along the waterline of Bay St. Louis, Mississippi, and I experienced all that is splendor and desolation.  Two years after Hurricane Katrina and one lot will be filled to the property lines with a magnificent reproduction of a Southern plantation home while the next lot will hold a FEMA trailer with a spray-painted plywood sign near the road that reads, "AllState and State Farm:  The Axis of Evil."

This is not my political statement.  This is not about that. 

This is about the complex labyrinth that is us.

And sometimes it makes me feel as though I am split down the middle.

Sometimes it makes me cry.

Sometimes it makes me rejoice.

Today it makes me reach out.  For no reason other than because I can.

Aniupbw_2

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Related Posts:
Glenn Beck's Responsibility Bead-Down.  I'm In.
Who's Afraid of the Queen of Spain?
Camille Was a Lady.  Katrina Was a Bitch.

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