Hurricane Katrina Aftermath (and other stuff I find interesting)

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/09/02/AR2005090202464.html

Down there at the edge of the continent, lodged on melty, unsubstantial land, lush and Frenchy, all undulacious with the cascades of flesh and the jewellike glisten of a sweat track down a dancing gal's downy back, tropical, fragrant, voodoo-y New Orleans, at least in certain imaginations, isn't a city but a joint, a joint where anything is possible.

That's why most folks went, and that's why the moviemakers went.