A friend read my entry on going to the strip club and asked if I had read Norah Vincent’s book about going undercover as a man. Here is one synopsis of the part where she speaks about men and strip clubs: Vincent said strip joints are about pure sex drive — completely empty of any meaningful interaction, even when a woman is gyrating on your lap. Even though Vincent is attracted to women, she said…
I stopped Blue at the end of the bayou today when three men were fishing there and asked them if they were catching anything – yes indeed, they said, perch. I asked if they were using a cricket or a worm and they said, bread. Just bread, I said, astonished. They said, just bread. I’m going to go get a junior rod and reel for Jake and maybe even Louie (Tony’s kid, the waitress at…
Victory Development is gobbling up tracts of land. The first rendering they showed the MidCity Neighborhood Organization was for a Neiman Marcus or Macy’s – the next time they showed a plan it was for Target and Bed Bath and Beyond. Why are developers snakes in the grass? I learned at the FSJN meeting tonight that Carrolton’s corridor could have come back already if not for the fact that Victory has its paws on the…
The day’s foundation has been shifting underneath my feet – visibility into the future looks cloudy – is it ever clear? Why is it that you cross one hurdle and the next mountain – glacier – appears on the horizon, actually it was always out there but so far in the distance and now suddenly you are right upon it – like your life is some video game and you are navigating through jello or…
Wow – not a moment for a breath, a pause, a swirl or jiggle – just nonstop, freight train, Monday.
Mom made me waffles for brunch yesterday and then we both took a nap on the couch. I came home and put up some hooks, and did some laundry, and got some work done, and then began the pull. R called from the bar at LaVita and said she had spent most of the weekend alone and was in need of social contact. G said she had no food in her house. I walked in…
reprinted from the Times Picayune Charles Darwin would delight in the social experiment called New Orleans. This lovely city was shaped by nature and attracted a particular variety of human suited to endure heat, bugs, disease, and pirates. Now, after Katrina, those hardy souls who stay endure rude and impudent government workers, robbers and murderers and unfriendly business rules. Those who seek New Orleans out and stay are rough, gritty, determined, and find fun and…
I want to sing like Emmy Lou Harris and think like Carolyn Hax. This is Carolyn’s entry yesterday: … This is where you hit the first of three standard happiness killers. If you say you’re tired or miss your friends, and if all he hears is criticism of him — even after you give the valid it’s-not-personal-it’s-just-who-I-am explanation — then he might not be mature enough himself to balance individuality with life as a pair.…
Well, several victory laps – because I have had a couple of minor and major victories in the past 24 hours – seeing my ex lover and thinking to myself “poor guy” is one small victory – it’s much better than poor me any day of the week. Then I had a real live moment of maturation and realization when I woke up on Sunday morning with an unresolved issue circling my brain. It basically…
Friday was a catch up on work day after traveling most of the week and coming back to the closing of the refi. So we went to Swirl and hail hail the gang was all there – Al and Redell, Tommy, Graham, Richelle, Fatma, Moosey, Yasar, Jerri, on and on. Along came a young Turk name B – very handsome – who was chatting me up and asked me for my number – and here…