When I was a little girl I used to go to the swimming pool almost every day in the summertime. I dove into the water anytime we went to visit someone with a pool. How could they have a pool and not swim in it? It was such a luxury, the thick water, the coolness, the excitement of going under and coming up.
I used to go down and hold my breath, count… and kind of breathe in and breathe out the breath I was holding. I felt I could learn to breathe under water by holding this air in and learning to breathe in a new way.
I wonder if I was correct. Do you think people can make themselves into new things by willing themselves to do? Not flying, we have no wings. But what we do have, could we learn to control it and use it in far more extraordinary capacity than we have so far?
I took a psychic test on line yesterday and got every single answer wrong every single time. That’s kind of statistically unlikely. So what blocks my normal abilities, or my extraordinary abilities from a test? Is it that they serve my intention and not a test? That I must have an emotional investment in the circumstance? I suspect tests are very inaccurate for this reason.
Our relationship to what we are being tested on means everything. Those who test well about things they do not care about are simply people who can remember what you have taught them. The idea that this is intelligence is, first, male, for it contains no intuition, and second, unrealistic, for we do not do anything that we do not develop an attachment for.
My daughter did not like tests. As a kindergartner before they told her she was taking a test she did fine, but once they introduced the idea of evaluation she crumbled. She could not be judged from the outside, some of us can’t. It’s unbearable, and to connect this judgement sequence with the learning experience is the most ludicrous combining. Well, it’s like saying you have to put gas in your car every time you drink a glass of milk. It does not relate and probably gonna make you sick. Sure you won’t run out of gas, but…
Here in New Orleans the AirBnB thing is out of hand. I guess, I hear from friends, this mayor – he seems to be rather unpopular – does not enforce the LAW that forbids this activity. Interesting how people decide what law they will enforce. I have had to call the police twice in the past four days because of groups of young men talking and talking and yelling 20 feet from my bed at 3 in the morning. I ask them to stop. They don’t. And I feel fay calling cops to respond to something like this, knowing they have so little manpower. I cancelled the call but the cops still came, imagine! The guys were still out there…
Why doesn’t the hotel lobby get involved in this? I mea, I like the offering of cheaper housing. But is the city council of New Orleans really going to sell neighborhoods, the few and clinging on, sell neighborhoods out to transient populations, home owners who do not own homes but own transient housing, placed in the middle of neighborhoods where children have grown up, and history is still trying to make a stand?
You know, I don’t think anyone lives on my street anymore. Sure us here on the corner. But I can see five homes in a row which remain empty and waiting for visitors. The pumpkin is still there from Thanksgiving, with Christmas lights left on, and no one home for months. There are dusty plastic chairs for visitors. And I don’t mind really, visitors seeing New Orleans. I mind the total disregard of a law meant to keep a community in place, and the taxing of a police force – while violence should not be its only concern, because of low employment and too few cops – is busy stopping people from killing each other. The cops should come and tell these boys to go inside. But the home they rent is stuffed full of bunk beds, there is not inside for all of them. Ten young frat men in a house next to me? I’m glad I don’t own a water gun. I’d a shot them full of bathwater.
These are small things, and I cannot understand why greed corrupts all. We have a nice little town here, wild and wonderful. Unless we want to see it become the Disneyland version of itself, we must protect the homes and community that feed the wild and beautiful animal that is New Orleans today. Stop landlords from buying houses just to keep transient populations, and respond to complaints about these AirBnB’s with vigor. Fines, and closing the houses with boards. I suspect that no one pays taxes on money made illegally. But taxes should not be the bottom line of whether or not I, or the neighbor across the street, or the teacher in Marigny, or the writer in Bayou St. John, get a night’s sleep. We know people come here to get away from their own lives, so the behave in ways they would not at home. It’s up to our elected officials, not us, to make sure that We are Safe from the interruptions disruptions, and ‘ain’t nothing but a party’ misappropriation of Fun!
The test of a community is its emotional connection to one another. It’s involvement, its ability to interpret and reinterpret what has been and what will be, forging a town in THEIR image, not in the real estate agent’s image.
I ask you, please, fight this AirBnB cancer. Report it, keep calling till they have to deal with you. It’s just one phone call every day. I’ll call too. Make it uncomfortable for the folks who feel they are the power to not respond to the people who own, rent, pay taxes year in and year out.
I wish I had a number to add here for you to call. But if I get one.. I’ll add it. Happy Mardi Gras y’all!