"Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday."

So I've been sifting through the video footage from my brief trip to New Orleans and for the life of me I don't know what to do with it. It's not like there's oodles of it--only about thirty minutes. There are a few things blocking my progress: a lot of it is just so depressing that I don't want to watch it any more. And then there's the funny bits, too, but they look desperately foolish alongside the clips of the Lower 9th Ward. I have some guilt about my ability to go home to my cozy undestroyed-by-natural-disaster-and-underfunded-levee-maintenance home. I'm also not too handy with iMovie. I nailed down the basics with a practice movie yesterday (ALL of yesterday) when I should have been cleaning my apartment, but I don't want my first video posting to be a musical tribute to pizza. I'm not sure why. I'm also having a hard time making peace with what a chucklehead I sound like while narrating. I cannot believe what I sound like. I'm appalled by it. Why have my friends never mentioned it before? You'd think that with a degree in Speech Pathology (College: The Early Years) I'd have learned something. Not so much, no. I speak so quickly that it's a wonder anyone understands what I'm saying. What's worse is that since I became hyper-aware of it during the trip after examining some of the tape, I tried to slow myself down, lending my voice a nice "duh" quality to it. Apparantly, I'm also a little bossy. Does it get worse than fast, dumb and bossy? I don't think it does. Luckily, I don't yet have to deal with what I LOOK like on video. I dread that.

For some heartbreaking but outstanding firsthand, post-Katrina New Orleans photos and words from a native son doing a damn good job helping his family and fellow man, please visit Operation Eden if you haven't already. It is truly a shining example of what a blog can be and do.