#Bayou Lafourche

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from DeSmog Blog:

The pungent smell of oil woke Gerald and Janet Crappel on the morning of Saturday, July 27. Stepping outside their home on the banks of Bayou Lafourche in Raceland, Louisiana, they spotted the fumes’ source: crude oil from Crescent Midstream’s Raceland pump station was gushing into the picturesque waterway, sparsely lined with homes and fishing boats, via a stormwater canal directly across from their home.

The oil’s fumes were thick that morning. “It choked you,” Gerald told DeSmog correspondent Julie Dermansky, who documented the incident as it unfolded. Before cleanup crews contained the spill, reportedly 34,000 gallons of crude oil, a slick stretched for eight miles, just past the area’s drinking water system.

According to the spill’s Unified Command of federal, state, local, and company representatives, results from “continuous air quality monitoring” were well below “actionable” levels and “indicate that there is no anticipated risk to human health” and the public water supply was safe to drink. That messaging didn’t change throughout the duration of the spill and the cleanup efforts that followed. However, a DeSmog investigation raises questions about whether the environmental monitoring conducted was robust enough to make such determinations.

The Crescent Midstream oil spill, relatively small compared to the state’s more notorious spills and other industrial accidents, represents a microcosm of the larger issues with transparency and accountability from regulators and their close relationships with, and reliance on, those responsible for environmental disasters. Time and again, this leaves those impacted by any pollution events, like those who live along Bayou Lafourche who were exposed to the fumes from the spill, wondering what was in the air and what long-term impacts, if any, the spill may have on the environment and their health.

From the first day, the Unified Command sought to reassure residents that robust air monitoring indicated, despite the powerful stench in the air that sickened some, that the oil spill didn’t pose a threat to human health.

The vast majority of the reported air tests were done by a controversial contractor, CTEH, hired by Crescent Midstream, the responsible party. At a Unified Command press conference just before 3:00 p.m. on the first day of the spill, a Crescent Midstream spokesperson described deploying crews right away to monitor the air for anything that “might be unsafe for the public.” “None of them have reached the level of concern for the general public,” Crescent’s Michael Smith said of the early air readings. 

Yet the public still has no access to the air test results referenced at that press conference. The first publicly available readings reported by the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), the lead federal agency in the Unified Command, were collected late in the day on July 27, just as stormy conditions shut down the spill response for that day. 

Days later, the Unified Command directed the public and the media to an EPA StoryMap on a website devoted to the spill. Inexplicably, though it reported a couple dozen test results from the evening of the first day of the spill, the EPA reported no air test results for the day after the spill and the first date for a publicly available air test collected by Crescent Midstream’s contractor, CTEH, is over 48 hours after the oil spill, on July 29.

[talesfrommedinastation]

My Redneck Neighbor Doug has watched The Bad Batch Season 3 opener:

LEEEEET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!

This is more pithy than normal: Doug's been busy with work, as have I. But I'm determined to hear his thoughts on The Daddy Warcrimes 'n Company so here we go!

These were all via text messages, btw.

CW: Doug Doug's as you know Doug will do. Away!

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Episode 1: 'Little Orphan Blondie's Shit Internship at The Museum of Science and Industry'

Poor Little Orphan Blondie, stuck in The Museum of Science and Industry in a shit summer job because they got bills to pay. Except they got rid of the dinosaurs and walk in heart and filled it with gross shit.

Hey look, they still got the coal mine exhibit! Man I miss Chicago.

(Doug, that museum has never had dinosaurs. “What, since when?”)

MUTANT JIMMERS EVERYWHERE! Aw, Little Orphan Blondie gave one her chicken nuggets! And it’s shy, aw, I hope it’s okay.

Poor Mutant Jimmers…she named her?! Swear to Christ Almighty if that dog gets Old Yeller’d I’ll just lose it. 

That freaky alien thing that ran the mall on the ocean looks sad, I bet she wishes she fell into the water and got eaten by a shark or something. I wish you did too, lady. 

The Sons of Robocop really are everywhere, they must be a cult or something. They look cool, I’d join, why not. Think they get 401ks?

Oh man, Daddy Warcrimes is down bad. Poor Daddy Warcrimes. Man, all my clone boys are stooped and sad…this ain’t good. 

At least Little Orphan Blondie can craft! Man, she should start selling those at the Museum of Science and Industry’s gift shop. Maybe Tarkin can bring one back for the grandchildren he’s not allowed to talk to since the restraining order was put in.

Oh, there’s Stepsister Beth, she seems on edge. Must’ve gotten divorced recently, don’t blame her ex, I bet she screamed at him for leaving cabinets open who knows. How do her eyeballs not hurt after wearing those dumb glasses all day?

Episode 2: 'Night Elves and Neverland Ranch'

The night elves from Warcraft invaded Star Wars and got horns or something and now they have a castle that looks like a boss level in Diablo IV or V or how many Diablo games they got now.

Now they yelling at people and throwing them in the basement today. Makes sense, gotta fight the orcs and stuff. Think they fight the orcs in the basement?

The Night Elf Horned Queen hired Daddy Rambo and Julio to get people, I guess they’re turning into Boba Fett or something. They got her son's horn back, guess that's good. Oh they need new paint jobs on their armor.

Do they end up in the basement in the Diablo Boss Level? No? And off they go! 

Daddy Rambo and Julio are in their homeland of FLORIDA! Hell yeah, SPACE FLORIDA! And they’re bringing the talking trashcan with them using straps! Go Julio go!  Yeah, boa vines, this is TOTALLY the Everglades! 

Escaped clone boys! Oh man! Shit, is Neverland Ranch in the jungle? Oh man–oh, they know what they’re doing. Good kids. Real good kids. Oh what happened to the rest of them? Oh Meat Muffin, this ain't good :(.

You know what? Them clone boys are smart, take it back, this ain’t Space Florida, this is Space Louisiana! Them baby boys gone get feral and run off into the bayou and live in the caves and now you know my origin story, Meat Muffin! 

If this was Florida they'd just end up working the late shift at Zaxby's and smoking rocks in the parking lot. We know better, we French and all.

I bet they’ve been living on nutria and half-empty chicken boxes from behind the gas stations. Resourceful scrappy kids and I can tell its making Daddy Rambo proud.

Oh holy SHIT, there go them vines! It's like the kudzu all over again, maybe this is LaFourche Parish?

See, them boys are definitely white trash, Mandalorian rednecks. Look at em, living in the woods and hijacking a plane, but they good kids, saving their brothers. Even saved the robot too. 

Man, all the feels, them poor little boys. What will they do now?  Oh, they're going to Space Daytona! Good, wait, I saw the trailer, doesn't the Empire invade it? THIS AIN'T GOOD MEAT MUFFIN!!!

Wait...where's Toaster Strudel and Rex?

Episode 3: 'Blondie Got a Gun'

Well here's the Emperor. He wants to be immortal. Gotta make that other movie make sense or something.

Where's Darth Vader? Is he running the government when the Emperor is running around giggling?

Don’t you DARE kill Mutant Jimmers, you damn droid. I hate that ugly assed stupid thing. It looks like its scarecrow daddy fucked a microwave and then left it enough money to go to Planned Parenthood but instead spent it on crack and there ya go.  

Oh shut your goddamned yap, Jimmy the Scientist. I bet he gloves that hand up because he keeps shoving it up his own ass and that's why he walks funny all the damn time.

The Emperor also has a Diablo IV or VIII boss level all to himself too at the Museum of Science and Industry. How many Diablo games are there, Meat Muffin?

YEAH, LITTLE ORPHAN BLONDIE! GIT ER DONE!!! They're out! Oh wow! There she goes with Daddy Warcrimes! Kill em all and let GOD SORT THEM OUT! That's my GIRL!!!!

Blondie’s got a gun 

Blondie’s got a gun

Her whole world's come undone

Shooting droids is FUN!

GO MUTANT JIMMERS GO!!!! 

YEAH BLONDIE DADDY WARCRIMES AND MUTANT JIMMERS!!!!!!

I AIN'T A BULLS FAN BUT REPEAT THE THREE PEAT! YEAH!!!!!!

....so when we gonna get Toaster Strudel and Rex? Next one? Where's my reg boys?!

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Tagging those who missed my Cajun neighbor. LOOKS LIKE REDNECK DOUG IS BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS!

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[elleinmotion]

You know, I'm very curious what sort of power or situation an artist might be in if they died in the hazbin hotel au. Could an artist paint something and enter the world of their painting they created because they made it to escape their reality? If the artist was lonely, could they create friends or creatures to fight for them? If they made and sold paintings, could they do a Mary Poppins and travel through them? An artist sinner with powers is interesting to think about.

you bet your ass that if paintings could be an escape, an artist sinner could hit the eject button and just slip into their own world for a bit.

conjure up a whole painted army, or companions. tailor a different reality for themselves to put a pause on the reality around them.

I've seen similar tropes via the Heart of Stone DLC in Witcher 3 through Iris von Everec's 'painted world', where you step into her painting and relive memories of her marriage.

Vox appears to have a capability like this, or maybe I'm reading too far into his rapid scene changes on the television in Stayed Gone. It reminds me a lot of the San Junipero episode from Black Mirror. His 'soul' having an ability to exist in a cyberspace that he can augment at will.

(Meanwhile Alastor's got straight up reality warping or can tear holes in the interdimensional fabric to open up his living room to some bayou in Lafourche Parish, looks like. Man's like 'fuck pretend land, I can make it REALITY and import an earthborn deer for breakfast'.)

This is my long winded plug, anon, to go read this delicious radiostatic fic by impale-me-radio-daddy (Teshub) In Your Dreams, Old Pal cause that fic has roots in this trope and the author does a fantastic job with it.

[gascon-en-exil]

For the curious, these are the sorts of troll anons I've gotten since I made this post.

They could use some geography lessons. Lafourche Parish is indicated by the arrow here:

It's plainly outside of metro New Orleans - and as with the rest of Acadiana, I have spent very little time there. I think a lover and I took a day trip to Thibodaux and dined there around eight years ago? Call me an urban snob if you like (and many have), but I take little pleasure in going "down the bayou," as they say.

For those interested in Louisiana geography more generally, I should note that I and many others collapse the areas labeled here as North and Central Louisiana as well as most of the Florida parishes and the northernmost reaches of Acadiana into the single designation of northern Louisiana. The line between north and south isn't well-defined; some say it's at Alexandria, some (including me, usually) say it's at Baton Rouge, while the common Cajun joke is that it's the I-10 which is patently absurd since parts of New Orleans are north of the I-10...and anyway, the cultural division between northern (Anglo/American/Protestant) and southern (French/Latin/Catholic) Louisiana significantly predates the establishment of the US interstate highway system. Cajuns may not be very fond of the city, but no one would ever say that any part of Orleans Parish belongs to northern Louisiana.

[ao3feed-narlie]

Lagniappe

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ER7xrgp by emmyarcher Summary: Come down to the Bayou where Charlie and Isaac have renovated Charlie's grandparents' house in Lafourche Parish so that 40-something Charlie can have a quiet place to write his next in a series of successful vampire novels. Isaac.... may have hired a former high school football star that young Charlie had a crush on back in the day to help get the overgrown grounds under control. They will be joined by a variety of familiar faces, including their brothers. Nick and Charlie will slowly reconnect. (David and Olly will connect a lot faster.) CW: This story is set in the deep south and is populated by some characters with unevolved attitudes about race, gender, and sexuality. This is not the primary focus of the story, but it will pop up and has definitely been a factor in how both Nick and Charlie grew up. Lagniappe: Pronounced as a French word, lagniappe (lan-yap) is a Cajun-French inspired noun that means “a little something extra.” Often used to describe something good, this word is the NOLA-call for receiving anything extra, or better yet, receiving something for free. New Chapters on Tuesdays. Words: 4484, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Isaac Henderson (Heartstopper), Misha, Tara Jones, Darcy Olsson Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring, David Nelson/Oliver "Olly" Spring Additional Tags: Slow Burn, May/December Relationship, Southern Hospitality, Bayou, Some Chapters May Make You Hungry, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe, Dolly - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ER7xrgp

[godbarks]

NAMED AGUSTIN "PREACH" CASTILLO. KNOWN AS PREACH, DETECTIVE. ZODIAC SAGITTARIUS. DOB DECEMBER 21ST, FORTY1 YRS OLD. PLACE OF BIRTH LAFOURCHE, LOUSIANA. GENDER CIS MAN. PRONOUNS HE/HIM. ORIENTATION HETEROSEXUAL. OCCUPATION DETECTIVE. FACECLAIM SANTIAGO CABRERA.

INSPIRED BY PRESTON TEAGARDIN ( THE DEVIL ALL THE TIME ), JESSE CUSTER ( PREACHER ), RUSTIN COHLE ( TRUE DETECTIVE ), JOHN PRUITT ( MIDNIGHT MASS ), RAYLAN GIVENS ( JUSTIFIED )

HEIGHT SIX FOOT ONE. HAIR CASUALLY TOUSLED, SILVER FOX IN THE MAKING. EYES DARK BROWN, SIMMERING. SCENT SPICE FORWARD WITH NOTES OF CEDAR & MARLBORO RED. LANGUAGES CHILEAN SPANISH, ENGLISH, FRENCH. POSITIVE TRAITS CEREBRAL, INTUITIVE, DEVOUT. NEGATIVE TRAITS OBSESSIVE, DELUSORY, ELUSIVE.

ENTER, THE WHISKEY PROPHET.

biography.

you’ve always known how this ends.   there’s a child,   and there’s a wolf—one will always devour the other; one is dead,   and the other is the worst kind of alive.   you came crawling out of the bayou,   dredged from the muck,   born to nothing but sin.   a warrant was always hanging over your pa's head,   or a leasing notice nailed to the door of your mama's sagging shack,   the one she loved too much.   you were raised in a place where the grass never grew upright,   and neither did you.   always reaching,   always wanting,   just a little too close to that line between need and hunger.

you've been a maw since the cradle, devouring everything around you.   you took it all from your mother,   including the man she claimed was your father—though he was never more than a butcher with a god complex,   wielding the knife as his god.   he carved you into a twisted reflection of himself.   even as a child,   violence seeped from your bones.   unable to bring him down,   you turned your sharp edge on a world that hadn’t wronged you,   yet bore the brunt of your wrath.

the swamp taught you its cruel lessons.   it swallowed the forsaken and the damned,   and you made yourself part of its dark embrace—something wild and ravenous that sprawled across all it touched.   your younger brother was the first to witness the change,   seeing you slip away before you even knew it.   from there,   it all became a blur of sirens,   badges,   and a life built on half-truths and hollow confessions,   leaving you a ghostly patchwork of sin and shadow.

you were born again in the fire,   a cover-up that turned to something wild.   it was supposed to be simple—burn the evidence,   bury your ghosts—but those flames had a hunger of their own.   you struck the match knowing what you’d lose,   but when the blaze spread,   it didn’t stop with the past.   it took everything,   left you standing in the ash of all you'd tried to hide.

they called it an accident,   said it was faulty wiring or an drunken lapse of judgement.   but you knew.   the fire didn’t just burn—it stripped you down,   peeled back the skin until you were nothing but bone and sin,   raw as the day you were born.   they sent you to a new town,   told you to start over,   but you carried the flames inside you,   always burning,   always waiting.

now,   everything you touch feels like it could go up in smoke.   you’re not just running from your sins anymore—you’ve made a home in them.   that fire’s in your blood,   waiting for the next match to light.   waiting for you to burn again.

headcanons.

has been in town for just about a year now. hasn't been home since but his call logs are almost exclusively between greylocke and louisiana. tells most folks that he's from new orleans for the very slight thrill of averting the truth.

raised on the side of louisiana that never recovered from the great migration to the inner city; will never fully adjust to the big city lights & sounds because of it.

his current apartment is the first place that he's lived in independently ( that wasn't a shoddy motel or his backseat ) in a WHILE and is very much a reflection of such: he doesn't have curtains, has far too many bottles of guinness in the fridge, BUTTTT the living room is sensibly decorated.

drinks to remember instead of forgetting. the bottom of a bottle tends to bring him clarity. bro is hardly beating the alcoholic allegations.

only became a lawman back in nola for the kudos, esp familially. his dad was on the other side of the law so all the more reason to prove the fucker wrong.

the fire seriously injured his then-partner & subsequently preach was faced with temporary leave for psychological evaluation as well as an unexpected transfer that has since kept him in greylocke.

wants to be a good cop but is rlly the bad cop. 100% raylan givens coded; questionable ethics & slightly less questionable methods.

[awaylaughing]

More Echo lore? More Echo lore! Mostly backstory stuff I need to blort out somewhere and a txt file isn’t itching the urge this time. It’s long, sorry mobile users. TW for discussions of abuse, drugs and alcohol, the sex trade

Echo as born to a very young woman in a bad situation and adopted out privately in 1977. She was raised by her older single mother Daphné and named Camille.

Daphné was a fantastically intelligent and artistic Cajun woman who’d been the wife of a university prof. She’s the one who took all his notes for him, kept them in order, typed up his research, found and synthesized other research so he could use it, etc. Naturally, when they got older he ran off with a young co-ed and left her with no credit and very little money (they settled out of court, she had regrets) and old car she had no use for.

Echo never knew the prof, but she knew she didn’t like him but she did like his car, and her mother’s garden. These would become defining parts of her unlife and life respectively.

Daphne opted to teach Camille at home, distrustful of Lousiana public schools after her own suffering as a French speaker. Echo didn’t speak English until she was almost 10 as a result when she made her first same-age friend. In fact she spoke Spanish first, Daphne was friends with a lot of local cultural preservationists and that included Bayou Lafourche’s Brule Spanish speakers, though today Echo’s Spanish is more Northwestern Mexican impacted.

Camille went into Ecology at Tulane when she was only 16 (Sept bday + accelerated homeschool learning) but she washed out at 18/going into third year after Daphne died and she lost her meagre financial support due to her slipping grades.

This is how she met Michael. Michael painted himself as the sensitive musician sort, and the lonely and grief-strike Camille fell right for it and ended up following him and his band on tour. Turned out Michael was a manipulative and often emotionally abusive asshole, after a year she finally had enough and after catching him with another woman she stole all the band’s good gear and took off.

Michael was big mad but he stuck to his image as Tormented Romantic Artist and wrote a song called “Camille” that’s this lovelorn post-punk ballad that really plays up her Frenchness in a distinctly “jaded urbane Parisian” way. Echo supposes it’s better than a misogynistic breakup song but she still fucking hates it not least because she’s from very rural Louisana thank you very much.

Sadly it’s considered one of the breakout songs of their breakout album. 2002 was a rough year for Echo’s radio listening habit; it’s how she got into classical.

The Michael years weren’t just bad because he sucked, she’d started drinking after Daphné died and it got worse and eventually the cultural of road travelling musicians got to her and she got tangled up in drugs pretty badly.

1998 was also not a great year, she didn’t have a stable income and found herself in the sex trade. While there’s nothing inherently bad with that, Echo very much didn’t want to be there: she just didn’t see other options.

She started attending AA meetings to try and get her life in order. Then promptly met Brian and ended up being fed vampire blood. Bright side: really made the drug cravings go away.

Is very, very ashamed of the fact she used her history to then exploit similarly desperate people for Ypotryll regardless of how in control she was given the unknowing ghoul things she had going. This more than anything is something she wishes she could make up for and why she tends to help humans when she can.

Weird bright side to all this, her familiarity with destructive and dangerous cravings makes her great at knowing when she can’t risk feeding directly from people. And some of the “managing your urges” techniques still translate.

Darkly funny ending note: she was turned four days before the whole “clan Ravnos tore itself apart” thing started. Her survival of that event made local news in the region after park rangers were baffled by a swathe of violent animals death. They feared it was rabies but lucky for them it was just an isolated Ravnos with no humans or kindred to maul. Echo says this is the only part of her disappearing and dying that ever made it to print.

[radioiaci]

Patiently, Alastor remained rooted to the spot so long as Pentious needed leverage and a solid foundation upon which to cling as he found his footing. It was, amusingly, like watching a baby try to take their first steps. Though with much less baby fat, he supposed. He decided to keep that commentary to himself, lest he get himself smacked for it.

There was a smile on his face (albeit, not much different from the one he usually wore) when his companion seemed to get the appropriate stride down. Slow going though it was, it was an improvement. It was likely that the other would only make more progress the longer he made attempts to carry on.

He did not even need to think about the request. Alastor had never been one to be overtly conscious of how effeminate or otherwise gender-nonconforming when he'd been alive. Most of the clubs and speakeasies he frequented were rather loosely defined in those departments - it was not something he thought often about since the death of his father; a man who would have beat the masculinity into him had he lingered much farther beyond Alastor's childhood.

In any case, he offered a nod.

"Of course. For as long as you'd like."

Wandering eyes would not be noticed, more than likely, and were hardly a deterrent.

"Ready? The place we are staying is not exceedingly far. A bit of a walk down a few country roads, but we will be largely unbothered that way."

They could take some sort of car, he supposed. But he did not care much to. Not with the feeling of the breeze on his face and the warm, slightly muggy temperature making him feel comfortably in his element. Plus - they could talk. Pentious could walk. With that, he was fine and comfortable.

"It is a historic bed and breakfast on the banks of Bayou Lafourche," he explained as he began their stroll, his gaze drifting out and away to some far off direction as he spoke. "New Orleans proper is perhaps... an hour in the other direction. For that, we will take alternate transportation." But he needed to prepare himself for that particular assault on the senses. He was certain it was nothing like how he'd left it.

Pentious steadied himself as he was made to hold his own weight again. His hands flew up slightly to balance himself as he swayed and began to straighten his posture and move his legs again.

He could do this. He would walk. He would walk around New Orleans with Alastor and they would have a perfectly lovely time.

Alastor was right there. All he had to do was to find a rhythm.

And eventually, he did. Pentious alternated the weight between his feet until he could take moderately steady steps forward. Once, twice, a third time before his hands reached towards Alastor and he stumbled into his arms again.

He had done it! A tad tremoring and still clumsy, but he had!

"I think I will manage now," he said, proudly. "But perhaps... maybe if... if I may hold onto your arm as we walk?"

It would provide Pentious with needed security while his new feet still felt unsteady. It could even help him keep upright to a point where the wobble in his step could be explained by a sprained ankle instead of the bucketful drunkness that it may have resembled otherwise.

And, to be entirely honest, he had always wanted to hold onto Alastor as they made their way throughout the town. No one knew them here, so the risk of someone using the knowledge of their relationship to their advantage was low. Even as they were, two unmarried blokes.

[aerikvon]

[cryptid-quest]

Cryptid of the Day: Bayou Lafourche Monster

Description: In 1856, a Louisiana fisherman claimed to have shot, killed and capture a sea monster, found in the Bayou Lafourche. He said the monster was 14ft long with a 6ft tail, with elephant like skin, and a liver the size of a rice cask. He had to abandon his catch when escaping a sudden storm.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from DeSmog Blog:

The pungent smell of oil woke Gerald and Janet Crappel on the morning of Saturday, July 27. Stepping outside their home on the banks of Bayou Lafourche in Raceland, Louisiana, they spotted the fumes’ source: crude oil from Crescent Midstream’s Raceland pump station was gushing into the picturesque waterway, sparsely lined with homes and fishing boats, via a stormwater canal directly across from their home.

The oil’s fumes were thick that morning. “It choked you,” Gerald told DeSmog correspondent Julie Dermansky, who documented the incident as it unfolded. Before cleanup crews contained the spill, reportedly 34,000 gallons of crude oil, a slick stretched for eight miles, just past the area’s drinking water system.

According to the spill’s Unified Command of federal, state, local, and company representatives, results from “continuous air quality monitoring” were well below “actionable” levels and “indicate that there is no anticipated risk to human health” and the public water supply was safe to drink. That messaging didn’t change throughout the duration of the spill and the cleanup efforts that followed. However, a DeSmog investigation raises questions about whether the environmental monitoring conducted was robust enough to make such determinations.

The Crescent Midstream oil spill, relatively small compared to the state’s more notorious spills and other industrial accidents, represents a microcosm of the larger issues with transparency and accountability from regulators and their close relationships with, and reliance on, those responsible for environmental disasters. Time and again, this leaves those impacted by any pollution events, like those who live along Bayou Lafourche who were exposed to the fumes from the spill, wondering what was in the air and what long-term impacts, if any, the spill may have on the environment and their health.

From the first day, the Unified Command sought to reassure residents that robust air monitoring indicated, despite the powerful stench in the air that sickened some, that the oil spill didn’t pose a threat to human health.

The vast majority of the reported air tests were done by a controversial contractor, CTEH, hired by Crescent Midstream, the responsible party. At a Unified Command press conference just before 3:00 p.m. on the first day of the spill, a Crescent Midstream spokesperson described deploying crews right away to monitor the air for anything that “might be unsafe for the public.” “None of them have reached the level of concern for the general public,” Crescent’s Michael Smith said of the early air readings. 

Yet the public still has no access to the air test results referenced at that press conference. The first publicly available readings reported by the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), the lead federal agency in the Unified Command, were collected late in the day on July 27, just as stormy conditions shut down the spill response for that day. 

Days later, the Unified Command directed the public and the media to an EPA StoryMap on a website devoted to the spill. Inexplicably, though it reported a couple dozen test results from the evening of the first day of the spill, the EPA reported no air test results for the day after the spill and the first date for a publicly available air test collected by Crescent Midstream’s contractor, CTEH, is over 48 hours after the oil spill, on July 29.

[radicheart]

"Short! And fair point!"

"You got it right this time! I was not born in New Orleans! I was born in a census-designated place on the Bayou Lafourche called Cut Off. As for which one of yours is the lie...I'm going to guess the third one."

"Short or long haired? Short hair I can stand to be around for an hour or so."

"I'm sure there was a good reason behind and always count accidental deaths. It's important to remember them so they don't happen again."

He claps his hand together with a grin. "See it fun and you get to learn useful information while also having fun!! The first one I don't believe to be true."

"I know six different languages fluently. I lost my mother at just ten years old. The monocle isn't just for show."

[viridiansunset]

Bayou Lafourche

[the-nomadicone]

Leeville, Lafourche Parish, Louisiana

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Lagniappe

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/go7amW1 by emmyarcher Summary: Come down to the Bayou where Charlie and Isaac have renovated Charlie's grandparents' house in Lafourche Parish so that 40-something Charlie can have a quiet place to write his next in a series of successful vampire novels. Isaac.... may have hired a former high school football star that young Charlie had a crush on back in the day to help get the overgrown grounds under control. They will be joined by a variety of familiar faces, including their brothers. Nick and Charlie will slowly reconnect. (David and Olly will connect a lot faster.) CW: This story is set in the deep south and is populated by some characters with unevolved attitudes about race, gender, and sexuality. This is not the primary focus of the story, but it will pop up and has definitely been a factor in how both Nick and Charlie grew up. Lagniappe: Pronounced as a French word, lagniappe (lan-yap) is a Cajun-French inspired noun that means “a little something extra.” Often used to describe something good, this word is the NOLA-call for receiving anything extra, or better yet, receiving something for free. New Chapters on Tuesdays. Words: 4484, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Isaac Henderson (Heartstopper), Misha, Tara Jones, Darcy Olsson Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring, David Nelson/Oliver "Olly" Spring Additional Tags: Slow Burn, May/December Relationship, Southern Hospitality, Bayou, Some Chapters May Make You Hungry, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe, Dollyverse read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/go7amW1