We rode our bikes this morning to the Marigny and had one of those delicious ice cold Stella on draft in those great Stella glasses. We live in a magical place and even riding through out of the way neighborhoods, it was good to see people porch hanging and the preparation around Claiborne for Super Sunday. Yes, it’s that time again, Super Sunday, another festival. The Mardi Gras Indians will be performing down on the…
Last night we went to see Star Trek at Canal Place and then headed over to Slice on St. Charles Avenue for pizza. I’m a trekkie and though the movie was fun, it just was not a good movie for Star Trek. I love Captain Kirk’s braun against Spock’s brain, but instead this movie spent too much time hitting you over the head to establish the characters, and didn’t have a new message. Star Trek…
Let’s face it, it’s not the crime that keeps people from moving to New Orleans, it’s the heat. And summer are usually pretty unbearable. But the weather lately has been so gorgeous. When we were sitting on the bridge the other night listening to Riccardo Crespo and his Brazilian music, someone said, “Wouldn’t it be great if it was like this all the time?” And I said, no. If it was good weather, we’d be…
I rode out to the lakefront this afternoon after spending an hour trying to upload a photo album to Facebook that never worked. The ride was incredible. I went through City Park and along the bike path that follows the bayou, and then to the Lake and then over to Ponchartrain Beach and beyond. People were in the lake swimming, fishing, cruising, eating, kissing, walking, biking, skating – I just love that. I raced my…
We drove for hours in what felt like evacuation traffic yesterday afternoon to get to St. Francisville, where we were headed for some R&R and a bike ride to fundraise for diabetes. We should have taken the traffic as a sign to turn back, but we didn’t. Hours earlier, I had called the B&B where we were staying to ask some questions and got a chilly reception from the woman who answered. I should have…
We’re headed to St. Francisville for the Tour de Cure this weekend for me to ride a half century. That’s about all I can muster given that I haven’t been on my bike much in the recent weeks. We looked at our calendar a few months ago and said GADZOOKS we are busy and it’s true. Here, there and everywhere. But at the end of the day or at the end of our life, which…
Today I walked through the park with just Loca, our customary fast paced cadence, and I saw the park again as if for the first time, moss hanging from the trees, ducks and swans gliding across the still lagoon, green green everywhere, and interspersed were bikes, and a boom box, and a man fishing, and many different sorts walking, running, skating, and again I was grateful to live near such beauty.
This morning walking Loca on our longer route through the park, I was admiring the sculpture garden and thinking about the child we are going to adopt. Last night, at dinner, we were talking about not having or putting expectations onto your children, and yet this morning, I found myself holding a secret desire for my child to be an artist of any variety. The reason is that without a vehicle to communicate all that…
A source just sent me this site which is an aggregate of funny text messages. Pretty hilarious. A few of my personal favorites: (585): Saw a guy smoking a cig holding it with a fork and driving WTF? (832): I love hooters. This dumb bartender is saying how coffee dehydrates you so that’s why she sometimes just eats the coffee grinds. wake up. (440): i have nine cents in my fucking bank account… not even…
June 1st is the official start to the hurricane season, so far our family album is filled with names like Katrina, Rita, Gustav and Ike – they are all photographs of exile – this year we all hope for better. Tonight on the Magnolia Bridge, a Brazilian singer will play music and we’ll walk down there to listen to him. I will cast my wish to the water under the bridge that this year, 2009,…