S called from the Quarter wondering how do you eat grits – with a fork? a spoon? butter? other foods? – I told him grits are versatile. He liked that answer – he’s sitting with S at Petunia’s right now – and suddenly the thought of grits and butter and Petunias made me hungry.
I’ve decided my neighbor – who actually has a big shotgun – is mentally unstable so there is no reason why I should concern myself with why he has chosen to be such an asshole from day one. The better thing to do is to take the high road and just ignore them because I don’t want to be drawn into their petty misery.
Skimmers have appeared in the bayou – gliding along the water in search of fish to eat. R, who works for Wildlife and Fisheries, was sitting out on the bayou last night enjoying a glass of wine. He said they are migratory and he hasn’t seen them around here before. I kept coming back to that word – skimmers – on my walk this morning – how in the past week each time I have…
Just read this in tips for girls – how to get over an affair – couldn’t be more appropriate – here’s what you need: Good friends (who won’t judge you/him too harshly), a therapist, possibily an antidepressent & much work by you; the rest is just time, to reassess what you want in a marriage.
The boys just arrived – having driven straight from NY to here – right now S, S, and S are all sitting around my dining room checking email as if the LaLa were an internet cafe. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
My neighbor, Steve Martin, knocked on my door this morning and said the guys painting that side of my house were trespassing. I came down into the driveway and he was threatening one of them and I intervened and he pushed me. So I slapped him. And scrappy that I am, I told him if he touched me again I’d kick his ass. This prompted a call to the police. The police came and said…
I flew back from NY early Sunday morning in time to catch the last day of Jazz Fest. I left Steve at the LaLa to work while I ventured out to hear some great music. I was trying to hook up with one of my online advertising sources and we kept missing each other as both of us succumbed to the heat. I wound up under a food tent where a kind woman took a…
My boss quoted Halberstam, who recently died in an automobile accident in Menlo Park, California, during our conference – it echoes a lot about who my boss is and who we are collectively – this is from a speech he gave at Columbia to the journalist students after winning an award: Thank you for this award and thank you for letting me share this very special day with you. Some 50 years ago, give or…
We had our annual reporter’s conference, which is an opportunity for all of us to see in person people we spend the rest of the year only emailing and IMing or talking to on the phone. Seeing, touching, are so important for the virtual workers of the world. I always come away from these events feeling lucky to be part of this organization. This time was no different. As I stood on the dance floor…
I spent my birthday on a plane to NY for our annual reporter’s conference – I told G who was flying with me that I just wanted a quiet night and dinner and then to bed. But I got a call right when I landed from one of my colleagues who asked if he could join us for just a drink. Then I received a call from two other colleagues who wanted to join for…