Met G at Swirl tonight after seeing E – E wants to see me next week – obviously back to the two step – one step forward, three back, hence two steps – this time I told her the funk ain’t so funky – it’s almost palatable. G has been in NY with her product that is moving in a rapid direction forward and she might have to go live in NY for six months…
When I became an editor a while back, I read somewhere that a manager’s job is to provide hope. I told that to J my boss and he scoffed at the notion. But really, now that I have been in charge of two groups simultaneously at my company for several years, I’m convinced more than ever, the job is about managing hope – mine and theirs. Today I passed a sign – one of those…
Our neighborhood moderator posted a missive that said “Bless You Boys” today because the Saints won last night in the dome. You know what? I went trying not to pin any expectations on the Saints – hating the Falcons – wanting the Saints to win for so many reasons – but not thinking they would pull it off – oh yee of little faith. What can I say? I’m stunned and elated. The crowd was…
My reporter and friend F sends me a missive from NY this morning: this was on a press release I got from someone in NO today.. is this a new NO mantra? BELIEVE OR LEAVE! Make the commitment; it’s a choice.
They guy who is going to come sandblast my windows so that they are frosted in the bathroom is named Brett Favre – I said like the quarterback? and he said yeah, we’re related. I should hope so.
My neighbors on the south side of the LaLa have filed a complaint with the city inspectors saying that my addition’s windows don’t have fire rated glass. They do. But since we bought the house this family has been so unfriendly and belligerent that they take a little of the joy out of living sometimes. Or maybe not. Steve was such a diplomat, bringing them wine, telling the guy, S, that he would send him…
Fall is in the air and riding my bike to Pilates early this morning I marvelled over how a ten degree drop in the temperature can give an entire city a lilt and spring to their steps – and tonight, the Saints come marching in, yes, it’s all good.
Here in the Big Easy, you can take the outward or inward misery tour – in each setting, images are frozen with all the horror of a catastrophe that came on suddenly and left devastation in its wake – inside and outside we are the new Pompei – you can drive Claiborne and Robert E Lee and Pratt and see the outward relics – you can come here and read about the inward ruins anytime.…
If all the girls I know agree they like to be hunted, and all of the men report they like to hunt, then why is it that only few men are skilled at hunting, and (as my evil twin is want to ask) why do so few of those actually eat what they catch?