I brought Whole Food blue corn tortillas to the ducks and swans and geese this morning. Loca and I went to a point in the lagoon where we could throw pieces of the tortillas which are made from organic blue corn meal, water, and a trace of lime. The foul spread their wings, honked and quacked, and flew in for a feast and then turned their beaks up. We didn’t like them either.
I wore my Obama tee shirt again and my Obama buttons pinned to my hat as I walked Loca this morning. Obama, Obama, Obama kept running through my mind as if I had turrets syndrome. I’m nervous, let’s just say. I was walking head down, mumbling almost to myself and suddenly I looked up and a Great Blue Heron flew gracefully overhead creating a shadow on the water. Hope.
Went last night to see Clint Eastwood’s The Changeling – wow, incredibly powerful film. I couldn’t catch my breath during the entire film and we left feeling overwhelmed with a two hit punch of how debased some humans can be and how good others are. I got on the elevator and my mind drifted back to Unforgiven when Munny says: You boys better bury old Ned right… and you better not carve up nor otherwise…
At the Ace Hardware yesterday, the cashier had 10 one dollar bills pinned to her chest. Most people outside of New Orleans may not know what to do or say about that, but I took a dollar bill out of my wallet and said Happy Birthday.
Since we are all getting recession minded, thrifty and thinking more about austerity measures than all out spending, I wanted to highlight the FREE things that occurred in just one day in the life of a Bayou St. John resident. 1) Morning coffee on the front porch with dog. 2) Walk through City Park with lover, dog, and dog-friend. 3) Canoe ride: 4) International Biennial– Musical PaddleBoat Installation: 5) Prospect .1 – Alligator Installation 6)…
A chance to costume? To dance? To drink in the streets? To have a parade? You’re kidding me right? New Orleans wrote the book on this behavior. Below witness our friends performing Thriller in the Marigny. They paraded through the Quarter and Marigny stopping every hour to do this:
Remember at the Vagina Monologues when Eve wanted us to take back our language, take back the word “cunt” Well, last night, on Halloween we did. Here is a good shot of Cunt Dracula and her victim du jour:
Last night, we handed out candy to the trick or treaters and J brought toothbrushes and toothpaste for them. Most of the kids have already been brainwashed, they were like, “yeah, we need to brush after all this candy.” Not to say they weren’t thrilled to get a toothbrush – who knew? – but one kid says to me after I hand him a travel size toothpaste and orange brush, “Hey, you don’t got electric…
Standing in the Marigny last night, a woman says to a couple of friends, “So he steals my car and when he brings it back, Louis’ ashes are in the backseat.”
The whole world of Libras was unknown to me till recently and now I’m surrounded by them. They’re charismatic little imps and big pranksters. I know several that are guilty of pumpkin theft and carving – P, N, and L to name a few. Roy doesn’t count – he fessed up to the Hebe-o-Lantern. I think pumpkins bring out the most of Libras – after all it is their birthday month, partially, that is all…