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Katrina relief
Sep. 9th, 2005 05:51 pmA few slightly offbeat ways to help that may not have come your way as yet:
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matociquala is putting together a chapbook of SFF stories about the Gulf Coast, proceeds to Mercy Corps and Habitat for Humanity. Sign up if you want a copy or have a story to contribute.
Buy a hand-woven Turkish kilim rug for charity. Support traditional artisans and help Katrina victims at the same time!
Andcrankygrrl is making noises about writing porn for charity. Go encourage her.
LJ is chipping in some of the proceeds if you buy merchandise.
And there's more!kendokamel reports: "The Amateur Gourmet is having another Survivor-like contest. It's in its early stages (the scavenger hunt), and when the winners are chosen, they'll compete in a food blogging competition. People can vote for their favorites by donating to the hurricane relief fund that the AG has set up."
Also, you may not have seen this, butmisia is putting some cool stuff on the block. I'm not sure whether it's all gone yet, but go check it out!
If I talk about the monumental fuck-ups I'll just go insane with rage. You can get a fine dose of rage over at Making Light (bonus: Jim Macdonald gives a primer on incident command, and for comic relief provides a list of Things I've Learned From British Folk Ballads), Respectful of Otters, and Body and Soul, though, if you're interested. Nice to know someone finally has his act together (thanksclaris; that cheered me up). Oh, and a wee bit more comic relief from Effect Measure (if the Daily Show wasn't enough for you).
I also like the stories about decent ordinary people doing the right thing in a crisis. Here's the Star's Rosie diManno on the Astor Crowne Plaza (login required so I'm pasting the whole thing):
( Read more... )
It was Ambros, calmly puffing on his cigar, who repeatedly refused to evacuate all these refugees, even when the New Orleans Police Department kept telling him to send them to the hideous Superdome or the just as wretched convention centre. Ambros sent out scouts to assess those venues and said, no way. "It's not safe. It's filthy. I won't turn them out," he steadfastly asserted.
Among his displaced, Ambros had senior citizens in wheelchairs, mothers with babies, a fellow with a pet iguana, families with dogs and cats, a heart attack victim, an AIDS sufferer on a feeding tube and one Toronto Star reporter who wheedled the last available room.
Somehow Ambros and his valiant, endlessly patient crew, clearly devoted to their boss, managed to keep all of us sheltered and fed through the worst of times, scores sleeping in the hotel's public areas when no more rooms were to be had, the kitchen staff — under the tireless leadership of Gatean "Frenchie" Croisier, the direct-from-France executive chef, and his wife Jocelyn — turning out macaroni, hamburgers, pork and beans. While breakfast was two rashers on white bread and dinner often no more than peanut butter and scavenged sweets, these angels of mercy managed to pull together one filling lunch meal every day.
A back-up generator provided charging for cellphones and emergency lighting. Irving Novack, director of engineering, would daily head out in a forklift truck in search of diesel fuel. Bruce Perone, the food and beverage manager, was aide-de-camp in charge of pretty much everything. Chief auditor Anna Mothershed deployed a legion of cleaners, disinfectant bottles in hand, to keep the premises at least minimally tidy. Dave Ovans, ordinarily in charge of convention services, hauled a giant fan into the dining room and rounded up flashlights. James Buckner, from the food and services department, filled samovars with drinking water. And a gang of locally drawn hands would each afternoon man the bucket brigade in the outdoor pool, filling canisters with water for flushing toilets.
"If we'd been in charge of the city, New Orleans wouldn't be in such a mess," observed Hector Garcia, the systems administrator who did yeoman work until finally pulling up stakes with his wife and two young children, bound for Houston on one of the 10 evacuation buses privately chartered by Ambros. ( Read more... )
Finally, from the Ontario Health Promotion E-mail list, a roundup of information sources:
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matociquala is putting together a chapbook of SFF stories about the Gulf Coast, proceeds to Mercy Corps and Habitat for Humanity. Sign up if you want a copy or have a story to contribute.Buy a hand-woven Turkish kilim rug for charity. Support traditional artisans and help Katrina victims at the same time!
And
crankygrrl is making noises about writing porn for charity. Go encourage her.LJ is chipping in some of the proceeds if you buy merchandise.
And there's more!
kendokamel reports: "The Amateur Gourmet is having another Survivor-like contest. It's in its early stages (the scavenger hunt), and when the winners are chosen, they'll compete in a food blogging competition. People can vote for their favorites by donating to the hurricane relief fund that the AG has set up."Also, you may not have seen this, but
misia is putting some cool stuff on the block. I'm not sure whether it's all gone yet, but go check it out!If I talk about the monumental fuck-ups I'll just go insane with rage. You can get a fine dose of rage over at Making Light (bonus: Jim Macdonald gives a primer on incident command, and for comic relief provides a list of Things I've Learned From British Folk Ballads), Respectful of Otters, and Body and Soul, though, if you're interested. Nice to know someone finally has his act together (thanks
claris; that cheered me up). Oh, and a wee bit more comic relief from Effect Measure (if the Daily Show wasn't enough for you).I also like the stories about decent ordinary people doing the right thing in a crisis. Here's the Star's Rosie diManno on the Astor Crowne Plaza (login required so I'm pasting the whole thing):
( Read more... )
It was Ambros, calmly puffing on his cigar, who repeatedly refused to evacuate all these refugees, even when the New Orleans Police Department kept telling him to send them to the hideous Superdome or the just as wretched convention centre. Ambros sent out scouts to assess those venues and said, no way. "It's not safe. It's filthy. I won't turn them out," he steadfastly asserted.
Among his displaced, Ambros had senior citizens in wheelchairs, mothers with babies, a fellow with a pet iguana, families with dogs and cats, a heart attack victim, an AIDS sufferer on a feeding tube and one Toronto Star reporter who wheedled the last available room.
Somehow Ambros and his valiant, endlessly patient crew, clearly devoted to their boss, managed to keep all of us sheltered and fed through the worst of times, scores sleeping in the hotel's public areas when no more rooms were to be had, the kitchen staff — under the tireless leadership of Gatean "Frenchie" Croisier, the direct-from-France executive chef, and his wife Jocelyn — turning out macaroni, hamburgers, pork and beans. While breakfast was two rashers on white bread and dinner often no more than peanut butter and scavenged sweets, these angels of mercy managed to pull together one filling lunch meal every day.
A back-up generator provided charging for cellphones and emergency lighting. Irving Novack, director of engineering, would daily head out in a forklift truck in search of diesel fuel. Bruce Perone, the food and beverage manager, was aide-de-camp in charge of pretty much everything. Chief auditor Anna Mothershed deployed a legion of cleaners, disinfectant bottles in hand, to keep the premises at least minimally tidy. Dave Ovans, ordinarily in charge of convention services, hauled a giant fan into the dining room and rounded up flashlights. James Buckner, from the food and services department, filled samovars with drinking water. And a gang of locally drawn hands would each afternoon man the bucket brigade in the outdoor pool, filling canisters with water for flushing toilets.
"If we'd been in charge of the city, New Orleans wouldn't be in such a mess," observed Hector Garcia, the systems administrator who did yeoman work until finally pulling up stakes with his wife and two young children, bound for Houston on one of the 10 evacuation buses privately chartered by Ambros. ( Read more... )
Finally, from the Ontario Health Promotion E-mail list, a roundup of information sources:
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