new orleans is one of the few places that i wanted to visit at some point in the near future.. but now i wonder, if there is going to be much of new orleans left to visit. with the levee broken, the city is slowly flooding. what a surreal/bizarre concept, an entire city submerging under water. i'm surprised people are not freaking out more about this.

When The Levee Breaks

If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break,
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay.

Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home,
Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well.

Don't it make you feel bad
When you're tryin' to find your way home,
You don't know which way to go?
If you're goin' down South
They go no work to do,
If you don't know about Chicago.

Cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
Now, cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.

All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
Thinkin' about me baby and my happy home.
Going, going to Chicago... Going to Chicago... Sorry but I can't take you...
Going down... going down now... going down....

an old friend of mine died,
for no reason, none at all

he left a child behind,
for this world.

unk1911 pattern

this is somewhat humorous, someone came up with a martini glass design for my username...


Unk1911 pattern by Unknown Crystal

sell, sell, sell, ....

in the last few weeks, after the aquisition of a new television i started watching jim cramer's show 'mad money' on cnbc - not so much for stock advice but just to laugh at the whole thing. little did i suspect that booya was capable of messing with my mind. to make long story short, i became aware earlier today of a memory, the origin of which i can not trace very clearly. for sanity's sake i'll just assume it was a dream but it may have been real, too. my next door neighbor who sold his apartment and made quite a bit of money in the process i hope, had a party last night. that's a fact. many people came and went. there was lots of merriment. enter the dream: in which, the party is in full swing, neighbor's door opens, and out comes cramer's mad rant: "sell, sell, sell, sell, sell!!!, sell!!" accompanied by pressing of 'sell' buttons and gizmazoids.

the whole thing was very freaky because i couldn't understand why 'mad money' was on tv at neighbor's party, rather than say loud music... and for the life of me i can not ascertain if this was a dream or not. it _had_ to be a dream.