Gagg(l)ing In New Orleans

Live from New Orleans, it’s guestblogger Maitri! First off, big shoves and quiches to the First Draft team for keeping my fair city alive in your minds and then inviting me to put up 2.5 cents at their house. From the New Orleans activists and blogging community: Thank you! We love you! Come back any time and bring more friends. As Scout has documented, we need a lot more help given how slow recovery is in the city that care and, now, the nation almost forgot.

A little about me: Shortly following the end of the Arab oil embargo, I was born in Kuwait to two very bright and well-educated Hindu Indian scientists who tried to instill in me a respect for learning and discipline. While aping Nadia Comenici in the 1976 Olympics, I dismounted (badly) from the dining table, was rushed to the hospital and promptly forgot that whole discipline thing. A wild sponge of a child, I learned calculus, six languages and fifty different ways to get spanked for being my school’s #1 public enemy. My father was taken hostage on August 2nd, 1990 by invading Iraqis and escaped a month later from what he later described as the most horribly run prison camp. Of the past seventeen years, I’ve spent twelve in the great American midwest – Champaign-Urbana, IL, Akron, OH and Madison, WI (go Badgers!) – and the last four or so in New Orleans. While not blogging, I pretend to be a geophysicist, code geek and law-abiding (teehee!) citizen.

I’m less of a Phoebe to the vacationing Holden and more of a midwestern Lucy van Pelt turned Blanche DuBois. But that’s where the dissimilarities end. First Draft and I overlap in obsessions with the Green Bay Packers, cute furry weasel-like critters and spewing mockery in the general direction of our esteemed ex-cokehead of a president. In other words, there will be a gaggle debriefing or two, just don’t expect it to be Caulfield Caliber. 

In case the peeps expanding in your stomach don’t inform you, it is Easter weekend, when Jesus arises from the dead, until he kicks the bucket again next year because he “just can’t deal with the farce it’s become.” So, please get down on your knees and join me in a prayer:

Thank you, Lord, that, as of this writing, there are 653 days, 7 hours, 11 minutes and 46.3 seconds to the end of an error. Pardon this nation its trespasses and lead it to literacy, justice, less sickmaking and prosperity for all. Amen.

It’s great to be here. More in my next.

9 thoughts on “Gagg(l)ing In New Orleans

  1. Maitri, I join you in your prayer. Congratulations on your new job.
    What an interesting amd eventful life you’ve had! I’m relieved your father escaped.
    You’re a lovely lady, and it was a pleasure to meet you again in New Orleans. Hmmm…an Indian Blanche Dubois. Anything’s possible, I guess.

  2. Maitri, I join you in your prayer. Congratulations on your new job.
    What an interesting and eventful life you’ve had! I’m relieved your father escaped.
    You’re a lovely lady, and it was a pleasure to meet you again in New Orleans. Hmmm…an Indian Blanche Dubois. Anything’s possible, I guess.

  3. Sorry for the double post. I was trying to correct my typo.

  4. cynthia says:

    Maitri? MAITRI!!! (Swoon) I’m having a fangrrl moment!

  5. scout says:

    Welcome Maitri!
    Will you have a definitive Brett Farve post?

  6. pansypoo says:

    ahh, packers and badgers. how can first draft go wrong.(no love for da bears?)
    ever day that sets is one less of georgie and dickie and KKKARL.

  7. Schroeder says:

    Damn Maitri — you’re write even better as a guest blogger — or, it’s a different persona, at any rate. Thanks for the peeps reminder. Now I’m trying to remember when to sit and when to kneel so I don’t embarrass myself.

  8. Maitri says:

    Thanks for the welcome, y’all. This superheroine will do her best to repel Dick, Karl and their henchmen and the evil Chicago Bears. A Brett Favre post? You mean one other than his adventures as my imaginary boyfriend?

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