New Orleans is one of the first cities to host a regular opera season starting back in 1796. The opera season starts tonight and we’re going to see Puccini’s Manon Lescaut – the opera is still housed in its temporary home but in mid season it finally gets to move back to the Mahalia Jackson Theater for the Performing Arts, which has been closed since Katrina. Placido Domingo is hosting the big re-opening. See, it’s…
I don’t necessarily like starting the day, the blog, with a negative, and so here is a toast to the potential in all of us. This morning walking Loca through City Park, she suddenly looked up and I did too and there was a bird on a wire singing a beautiful song. Last night at Meaux Bar, I had dinner with a friend and D waited on us and came over at one point incensed…
The other day I wrote about a guy who tore off his shirt and dove into the bayou to help a woman who drove her car directly into the water (for reasons that are still unclear). Then there was my friend down the street whose attempts to save a woman who had been carjacked, raped and shot multiple times, were her only saving grace (after she was dumped out of the car, she ran to…
It costs $261 to get out of jail (read: not free) – after my fender bender late July, I have been trying to pay my ticket online but the number has never showed up – then out of the blue I get an almost warrant for my arrest if I don’t pay the fine – typical – so $100 fine later and a pretty short line at the Hall of Injustice and here I am,…
I read recently that Ruthie the duck woman died. When I lived in the Quarter in my early twenties I saw Ruthie on a regular basis. One time when I was walking down Burgundy Street and she was with duck on the other side, she said, “Rachel!” It freaked me out at the time. Now, it makes me smile. A friend of mine in Chicago said she got a card from my next door neighbor…
Okay, so the market is tanking yet another day, there is crime again in the neighborhood, and another day has gone by in a blur BUT the great mystery is who is carving my pumpkins? To combat this, I have gone and bought three more pumpkins to keep this little carver very busy.
My baby said the other day, “You’re like an avalanche. Slow down.” But with the same sweet lips she says she thinks I shudder from too much love when I dream of clandestine subterfuge – as if, I say, hand me it all, there is no weight I cannot bear. To Earthward Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That…
Well the market is going to hell in a handbasket and Hurricane Oscar is headed to Puerto Rico – and NONE OF THESE are true, they are just little devils bouncing on our heads right now. Speaking of little devils – watch this clip by Jon Stewart – would anyone really vote for McCain/Palin? I saw signs up in San Francisco on people’s houses – bizarre.