". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Comin' In to New Orleans, the Twin Span and Radio

Did it again today, just as we did in August of 2004, moving to New Orleans for the Tulane 2004-2005 academic year: up and over the Twin Span, local music

blasting out of the radio, clouds, rain and sun all around us at the same time.  Ay-up, back again in one of the places we feel at home.

Historic District, Mobile

Spent the last few days, first in Acadiana, then over to Mobile, and now back to NO for the Caribbean conference that's been going on all week.  El V's doing the Plenary tomorrow AM around 9:40, so here we are, in a Hilton conference/convention hotel, on Poydras and Riverwalk.

On to a friend's for dinner soon, then to Ooh Poo Pah Doo for Brother Tyrone, soon after back here to rest up.

The theme this week has been thunder storms, hard rains, lightening, tornadoes everywhere, though not as badly further west, thank goodness.  Another theme

was bridges, looooong bridges, including the 26 mile long bridge crossing the Atchafalaya Basin - River (the place where the Mississippi down here really wants to be, instead of at New Orleans, and will get there, sooner rather than later, probably).  It poured rain, thundered and lightninged the whole time we crossed it the first time -- in the dark.  It did the same the second time we crossed it in the second so-called daytime.  Lights on because it was dark, and the water falling from the sky, blown by the wind, and the spray from trucks took out visibility.

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