Mama pray. Mama cray. But don't cry, ma, I've come too far.

And I refuse to die young.
-Li'l Fame of M.O.P.

No hip-hop analogies today aside from the title. Just completely consumed mentally by the hurricane, work, and the fidgety midget who sleeps like he has epilepsy and a penchant for fartig in his sleep. Geesh. It took damn near 2 hours to put him to sleep tonight and then once he's out, this dude starts kicking me every 10 minutes...on the dot! WTF?!

There are all kinds of sites that have popped up in the last 72 hours with very noble intentions of spreading information in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. I was floored today looking at a lot of images and reading articles of the devastation. I was particularly intrigued by the initial media sensationalism and the insight by two bloggers in particular on the juxtaposition of looting and finding and playing the race cards. And now I am even more attentive upon reading of the effort to right the wrong and the actual photographer's comments. It doesn't make it all good, but that response was seemingly quicker than the federal government's response and I can see how his comments could be genuine. But maybe I'm just naive. ohw ell...fuq it.

I saw a dope satellite map of all of New Orleans that lets user zoom in on specific neighborhoods to assess flood damage levels. Looking for a way to help? One of the most interesting reads was from this ham radio operator's blog, while I didn't even get to tackle the 2002 article on why this apocalyptic disaster was bound to happen. There's also a another, more recent article as well. I think I'm going to go ahead and try to support a fellow blogger in any way that I can. If anyone happens to read this, please feel free to lend your support as well. Here is some information on the Williams Family Hurricane Relief Fund and additional blog links and commentary from others trying to do what they can.