The following is a personal interview by Esther Sassaman:
Bloggers are known for strong political opinions and too much openness about their love lives. A growing number have taken the expressive power of the blog into new realms. Many bloggers of all interests and political viewpoints have debunked inaccuracies portrayed by the mainstream media, maintained compendia on rapidly developing stories more quickly than big broadcasters, and established their own live news services in conflict zones. Jacob Applebaum is one of this last category, publishing photojournalism from Iraq, Houston, and New Orleans that has often surpassed the news value, narrative power, and beauty of photography produced by longstanding news service photographers. Appelbaum went to Iraq in April 2005 as a photographer and to visit friends, and visited Houston’s Astrodome after Katrina to help set up a low power FM radio network and wireless service [http://www.prometheusradio.org] for details. He is currently in the poor, black Algiers neighborhood of New Orleans, administering a data center at the behest of community organizer and former Black Panther Malik Rahim.
Jacob’s photographs have gained a new audience with the Houston Astrodome series [http://flickr.com/photos/ioerror/sets/905698/], which has become widely distributed. I reached him on Tuesday, the second day of his stay in Algiers. We talked about the situation in Algiers on Tuesday, but also about his personal motivations for coming to activism, and his background.
You can read the rest of the interview off site.
This is the I-10 West. The highway is flooded and a few cars are abandoned. The red truck in the middle is backing up when they see how deep the water is.
The median is probably 4 or 5 feet high and as you can see, it’s totally submerged as it goes beneath the underpass.
The white streak is water being ejected into the highway from some sort of waste pipe. There were no warning signs. To return one was required (because of the median strip) to drive in the fast lane of the road. The right hand side when facing east on the west bound side. The road was of course covered random trash, tires, crashed cars and so on.
This caused me (along with any other drives) to drive into on coming traffic as there were no turn offs or on ramps. The hills on the return back were blind. I had to drive in the wrong direction hoping that no one was driving over the hill at the same time or I would have been in a head on.
The people that wrote Mad Max could take a page from New Orleans today.