Spent some time on the phone today with a friend, just processing the sights and sounds of this week. Talking about what are the best ways to offer support from our distant location.
Over and over I am arrested by the ways in which human behavior in this drama so quickly sorted itself into archetypes - into heroes and villains, predators and prey. And all driven by despair, and from within its center, no knowledge of what was happening in the world beyond...or even just where that world might begin. As it turns out, science fiction movies about a post-holocaust world do not actually seem to have exaggerated that part of the picture much. While we keep spending our money on terrorist paranoia that cannot reliably protect us from mayhem, I keep thinking that all that separates us from apocalypse is one big storm.
When the wind blows down this hard,
Many a bond is broken.
See the water lie on the ground
From where the heavens opened.
Lord, how will you get through this night
With your dreams departed?
And who alone will comfort you?
Only the broken hearted.
Eric Clapton, 'Broken Hearted'
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Well, ya got that right, sister. One big storm, wham! Nature is powerful.
It is interesting to see CNN's shoddy reporting on Katrina, and stereotyping, and compare it to what I read in, for example, The Globe and Mail (Canuckistan's national paper.)
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