Archive for May, 2007

MidCity Art Market in New Orleans

Monday, May 28th, 2007

We had for a moment the Mid City Art Market down the bayou under the canopy of large oaks on North Jeff Davis. Everyone agreed that the market belongs there but sadly it is permanently located at Palmer Park on South Claiborne and Carrollton. The good news was that Dr. Bob had a kiosk and I was able to get my Be Nice or Leave sign, which has a special place right over my front door at the LaLa. I also got a smaller Rebuild or Leave for the screen porch. J and I spoke to a woman who has been making jewelry designs based on the Lotus flower – because its symbol of rebirth. There was also a petition to stop the Big Box development by Victory – which builds basically C Class development – something we are all coming to believe would be a very bad decision for our cherished neighborhood. And the MOWRONS were selling tee shirts to support their volunteer efforts in cutting our grass on the bayou and in the park. It was a beautiful day and we all felt blessed to have this wonderful event with the music and the food at the Boogaloo all in our front yard.

Bayou Boogaloo is all that

Monday, May 28th, 2007

You think New Orleans is just about having fun – you guessed right. On Saturday morning, I had to hurry up and do all my “to do’s” because Bayou Boogaloo was starting at 11 and the fun was about to start all over again. My favorite act was Gal Holiday and the Honky Tonk Revue – I sat on the grass but when C came along and cozied up to me, I had to get up and dance with him even if he is a big goof ball. Then we stood by the stage to watch our own neighbor, Lynn Drury – who was fabulous and so was her band. My other neighbor Johnny Sansone was ripping up the stage on the harmonica as the last act.

It was a beautiful day and just amazing that someone put this whole thing together for free and that any of the proceeds benefitted the art school. Wow! How lucky are we?

An endless stream of Turks

Monday, May 28th, 2007

Every time we go to La Vita there is a new Turkish person to meet. It seems there is this endless supply of them. I keep reading about how many people live in China – but either we’re depleting the Turkish country of its population or there seems to be a lot of Turks still yet to meet.

Everytime I try to leave the hood, they pull me back in

Saturday, May 26th, 2007

G and I headed to Bacchanal for a Friday’s tapas night and got there and decided to head back home. We made it to Swirl and hooked up with our usual crowd and wound up over at LaVita for the evening. All feathers that had been ruffled were smoothed and we spent the evening enjoying everyone’s company. We tried to convince G to run for Judge. We formed a club of people who had been married three times of which I was made the President. And later when I got home, I got two follow up calls – one from G saying she didn’t want to be judge and one from he who shall remain nameless apologizing for being such an asshole lately and explaining to me all his reasons and woes.

Faith is what keeps you going

Saturday, May 26th, 2007

J and I walked the dogs around the bayou this morning and we got to this tree and she pointed out a plaque that was barely visible on the tree – it’s a brass small plaque that says FAITH. But all you can see is the TH because the tree has formed a scar over the FAI. She said years ago when she was going through a lot in her life – health issues and other things, she was walking around the bayou and had stopped right in front of the tree and was thinking about all she was facing when she looked up and saw that plaque. It helped her get through the next few months.

Palm Day Afternoon

Friday, May 25th, 2007

The Queen Palms arrived today and they are now planted firmly in the soil of the LaLa – they look awesome! Five in a row down the North side.

Lola’s in MidCity

Friday, May 25th, 2007

Last night G and I went to LaVita and F served us watermelon, Turkish stinky cheese and toasted bread. Then we walked across the street to eat salads at Lola’s. The dining room is just a big square with tables close together but there is a ton of colorful art work on the walls and my favorite is the Be Nice or Leave sign, which is replica of New Orleans’ native Dr. Bob’s work. He has done some Rebuild or Leave signs which are great and the red Be Nice or Go To Hell is pretty special as well.

It just seemed to drive home where I’m at these days. Dr. Bob evacuated after his home was devastated by Katrina – I don’t know if he is back or not, but I sure hope so. In the meantime, post-Katrina all I can say is how little tolerance I have for assholes. Not that I had any love of them before but I used to tolerate arrogance, insolence, and general dick-ness before, and now I just can’t stomach it.

Last night, we were having a good time and then this guy was a total dick for no reason – it took both G and me by surprise – and so here’s what I have to say Be Nice or Walk off the Planet because there is no room in my world for mean people. Life is too short to allow dicks to spoil your evening.

One woman’s struggle with anxiety

Thursday, May 24th, 2007

I met a talented woman recently who had a panic attack in front of me and I told her I would go speak to her about it and then saw her but there were too many people around so I sent her this email:

I have been meaning to stop by to talk to you – not only because I do want that _____ but also to talk to you about my experience with panic attacks. I didn’t want to bring it up with my friend there and other people walking in. But I know that it is curable – so here is a brief history and what I did:

In 1985, I had my first panic attack when crossing the Causeway and then developed a phobia about crossing the bridge. Lesson #1 – some people have anxiety which is that when something happens their body shoots adrenaline into their system causing the fight or flight response. People with anxiety have a faulty trigger – they sense danger but instead of seeing that it is over continue to shoot adrenaline into their system causing them to have panic attacks.

Most people’s first attack happens during something big like a parent dying, or severe stress, or hey, events like Katrina. But what happens is that it is accumulated stress – instead of you having a panic attack right when you are in the midst of that bad thing, it just collectively builds up and then one day out of the blue when you think everything is hunky dory – boom you have a panic attack.

For some people if this happens on a highway, on a bridge, or in a closed environment it might even manifest itself into a phobia of not wanting to be in that situation again. Some people also have a support person, a talisman – a person they love – who keep the panic at bay when they are around, but when they aren’t then they feel vulnerable.

I went to see a psychiatrist when I had my first attack and another one 10 years later when I had the next attack. Both times I was disappointed. The first one almost yelled at me because she said I was doing too much and I thought that was so amusing. The next one put me on Zoloft even though I didn’t want to be drugged (don’t mind drugs for recreation, hate them for remediation). But he convinced me that I was “sick” and therefore needed to take antidepressants. I did that for six months but then took myself off because I hated the flatlined feeling I had – I’m a writer and I couldn’t write a word in this state.

Then I saw something in the newspaper – it was by this guy who called himself Dr. Fear – and I was so adverse to talking about it and naturally adverse to anyone who would call themselves Dr. Fear that I put it aside, but after a while when the phobia didn’t go away and just got worse and my panic seemed to arise more often and I had less control over it and thought I was going cuckoo – I ended up going to one of his workshops and lo and behold it was the cure I had been looking for.

This guy was a doctor with Kaiser Medical Center in California and he had always suffered from panic disorder. When his son ended up having it, he felt sorry for him but still didn’t do anything about it for himself or his son. Then his son committed suicide and he decided to dedicate himself to curing himself and to helping others.

What it amounted to was a 10 week behavioral modification workshop (one hour a week). I learned a lot and it has helped me for the last ten years not only not have panic attacks anymore but also grow in my career and self because I’m not clouded by the fear of having anxiety anymore.

So here are some tips:

First and foremost, the mantra is this – the meaning of life is not to be comfortable. So you will always seek comfort rather than do something that might make you panic, but remember this, you can manage your anxiety by understanding it and having tools.

Tool #1 – You are not crazy. You have anxiety disorder which means your reaction to things is heightened and you only need to learn to control your body’s physiological reaction.

Tool #2 – Exercise every day – by working off some of the stress and adrenaline it helps to keep you focused and centered.

Tool #3 – When you feel that light-headed, other worldly, out of body experience – take a deep breath and count to 4 and then let it out slowly. YOU WILL NOT quit breathing much as you think you might during an attack. Your body will not let you quit breathing.

Tool #4 – you need a mantra or something that switches you out of the emotional state you are in into a cortical thinking state of mind – so either do multiplication tables, recite a poem or anything from memory that you know, sing a song, anything that switches your mind into thinking about something rational and structured.

Tool #5 – Try to meditate whenever possible – stress is something that accumulates in you – and for people with anxiety it is hard to sweep this stuff under the rug – find time to close your eyes for 15 minutes and get rid of all the stuff in your head (this is the hardest one for me because I am a whirling dervish).

Tool #6 – If something seems overwhelming – a big project deadline – taking on too much at work – write down what would be the worst case scenario and then say it aloud numerous times till you see how ridiculous it is to be worrying about this thing. People with anxiety disorder tend to catastrophize things and make them bigger than they actually are. Remember Grace Under Pressure – Hemmingway’s credo.

Tool #7 – have a role model – when you are in the midst of falling apart, and can’t seem to catch your breath or feel like you are passing out or going crazy – think of someone you admire the most and how they would react in a similar situation.

If you want to talk about this further let me know – I empathize so much with this issue and I felt for so long that I was hanging out there on a limb feeling nutty and weak. But learning that a lot of people have this problem and that there is a solution other than taking medication that can solve it – helped a lot.

My favorite story was a woman who developed a fear of flying – which I think is so appropriate to everyone with this problem – an irrational fear lives in us and keeps us from spreading our wings and flying – and she started to visualize that what if when she landed the mayor would come meet her and bring her a key to the city, and a brass band would be there playing for she’s a jolly good fella, and there would be ticker tape parades etc. In other words, flip it – rather than thinking this is all going to kill me or the plane is going down – think wow this is great – and I know how to control my breathing, and this is all going to turn out good.

Coming to wash us clean

Thursday, May 24th, 2007

Yesterday’s monsoon washed away a month’s worth of dirt and dust. The painters left my canoe right side up and so now it is filled with water and too heavy to turn over. M should be coming by for a check now that he is back from the midwest – so maybe I can get him to use his braun to flip it. Meanwhile the barren earth started running like rivulets into the street because there are no plants there – why are there no plants there? – because the landscaper is a no show. Other than a few punch list items that my neighbor can complete and a loose brick that M needs to fix – all that awaits the LaLa is plants and then WALA – LALA!

Brief moments of profundity

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007

A carload of people in the elevator getting off at every floor and I was left with the cute guy – with me getting off on 7 and him waiting on 8. He hung up his cellphone and sighed. Then he looked at me and said, “I’m too young to have cancer.” So I put my arm on his shoulder and said, “I’m sorry.” Then the elevator doors opened and I got off.