I went next door and had some champagne for a mutual friend’s birthday – she’s 45 – seems young. Anyway, we ate cream puffs from Angelo Brocato’s and drank my favorite champagne, La Reve, and then we went on the porch and felt the gulf breeze blowing and as we stood on the porch, we saw a SUV drive onto the bayou and steal Helen’s chairs. The birthday girl called out brazenly, hey, what are…
My neighbors have taken to calling me a biker chick – go figure – they just got back from New Mexico and brought me a zillion dried chilis hanging from a string. They said the red chilis reminded them of me. Sizzling hot.
My housekeeper’s sister just got back from Honduras and brought me a painted feather, framed. It’s this incredible purple sky, puffy white clouds, fields of green, a cottage surrounded by lush foilage. A picture of abundance painted on a fragile bird’s feather. Again, I ask, how could I be so blessed to come home to a gift such as this?
Right now, sitting at my kitchen counter, the reflections of the street lights on the bayou, Loca on the couch (you can’t see her, she’s black, the couch is black), Arlene licking my bare toes, a glass of Crios rose iced down, the ceiling fans whirring, a certain something in the air that it is all going to be okay, or better than that, it’s all going to continue to be fabulous, and the best…
I picked up some jumping beans in Phoenix for Jake and they are jumping around on my countertop right now. Very strange.
Long criticized by some in my life for aggregating intelligence from friends and family in order to make decisions, I was interested in the concept that James Surowiecki uses in the Wisdom of Crowds – an idea that the swarm is intelligent, not the herd, but the swarm – like watching a school of fish make an immediate right turn or a flock of birds arrange itself in a chevron and fly south – on…
Here are the lyrics and did I write this song in my dreams or was it Louis Armstrong? Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans And miss it each night and day I know I’m not wrong… this feelings gettin stronger The longer, I stay away Miss them moss covered vines…the tall sugar pines Where mockin birds used to sing And I’d like to see that lazy Mississippi…hurryin into spring The moonlight…
Don’t let them make up your mind Don’t you know girl You’ll be a woman soon Please, come take my hand Girl, you’ll be a woman soon Soon, you’ll need a man
I caught up with an old friend whom I admire, who confessed to me that he had just gotten out of Betty Ford and I said “I want to go!” Not because I have an addiction I want to overcome, I just want the whole spa experience of it. This man told me he was asked to isolate five areas of his life – what kind of person are you? – we both knew what…