Hurricane names: can being a sexist kill you?

My first hurricane experience came after I moved to New Orleans. I remember thinking two things: 1. This is magnificent (as I jogged down the trolley tracks of St. Charles against the violent shoving wall of wind, pelted by shards of rain, and seeing furling black clouds rolling toward me like oceanic waves of ebony gas) and 2. This is stupid! No, I don’t mean running in a hurricane is.. Read More

Complaining in the rain

Why the perpetual excitement about what the sky’s doing? I don’t mean you or me. I mean the guy on a green screen who lives in my light box. Today’s haphazardly delivered report was almost exactly this: “Today’s going to be.. well… I mean compared to tomorrow, it’s gonna be much… Actually… (insert all too familiar sigh of someone giving up on life)… it’s …It’s pretty bad right now.” (camera.. Read More