Great quote by Oscar Wilde – last night I took a break to run back to the LaLa and show someone the house. We sat on the terrace and looked up at the stars and a butterfly flew by and it made us both gasp to see this beautiful creature out at night. My friend said butterflies are icons of happiness and I said they are icons of freedom. The caterpillars mate and die –…
The artistry of an overactive mind is a rich fantasy life – as many people as I interact with on a daily basis, it’s amazing to me the conversations and interactions that go on solely in my mind with people who have been fleshed out almost like in a novel – pretty soon real life intersects with this fantasy life and sometimes I find myself taking comments out of context because I can’t discern which…
Last night, flush with memories of Turkey, I dolled up and went out to have some fun and fun was had, indeed. We did the Friday Swirl tasting and picked up a few people for our entourage and then onto Juan’s for a late night snack and then we headed to Bank Street Bar to listen to Egg Yolk Jubilee – how fun were they! I danced with this guy that made dancing seem like…
Two vultures sitting on a branch – one looks at the other and says, “Fuck this, I’m going to kill something.”
The dogs and I are walking in the dark around the bayou in the mornings now since the days are growing shorter. We came across a woman I know who lives on the other side of the bayou – she was wearing a shirt with Canseco’s written on it – the new grocery store – I said “what are you doing?” – she said “headed to work.” I said “you work at Canseco’s” – and…
Sigh – Starting a Wit’s Inn, which was so LOUD and so smoky, we watched the kick off to grand applause and gesture. Next, Bacchanal, where three employees sat around a borrowed television (we left promptly), to Vaughn’s, where we walked into a packed house of people with eyes peeled on us (not really, the television was right where the door is), we made our grand entrance, got to the bar, and ordered drinks and…
The day started picking up from the malaise that colored the early morn – I had a sorta productive day reaching sources – and then had a nice albeit short visit on my porch with a friend and a Coca Cola or as we like to say here Coke Cola – then a tough round at Pilates – and now off to cheer the Saints – Geaux Saints!!!
Still listening to Pavarotti today – how sad – but how wonderful that unlike my father there are many excellent recordings of his sonorous voice.
The best part of my job is doing interviews with industry experts – I love talking about media and through these conversations I learn a lot of other things about life in general. Similarly, when called upon to act as relationship counselor with friends, I learn, from listening to them, things about myself that aren’t immediately apparent to me. For one thing, I have a lot of monkey chatter – these simian creatures hang from…
Pavarotti died at 71 years of age today – how truly sad. I’m right in the middle of work and trying to hold Eli in abeyance and I flipped to Itunes and listened to Nessun Dorma to commemorate this great singer. Too many roads converged – the call to prayer reminding me of my father, who sang like Pavarotti, and Pavarotti who sang like god, and the coffee grounds that showed my heart as big…