We broke our routine last night and went to Sylvain’s instead of Meaux Bar, our favorite haunt, and somewhere into our meal we were sorry we did. Sylvain is a new restaurant on Chartres in the Quarter that has a good atmosphere for having a cocktail before seeing a play at La Petit, but other than the shaved brussel sprout salad last night, I found the food lacking and suddenly it was filled with obnoxious…
You’d think that Bayou St. John would be lined with mansions but it is not, those are all on St. Charles Avenue uptown, instead the bayou is a mish mosh of all different types of architecture and sizes and degrees of disrepair. Here is a little dollhouse that I used to pass and dream of putting my mom in. Truly it is so tiny, the photos don’t do it justice. But they pulled the front…
All around me I see the signs of summer and it could be because it is Memorial Day, and Southern social morays dictate that you can wear white after this day as absurd as that sounds even to write it now. But more importantly, as the lazy days of summer begin, my brain has juggernauted into action mode. Perhaps it is in the lazy days of summer that you can best reinvent yourself. A colleague…
A THOUGHT FOR TODAY: Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone’s finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair? -Walker Percy, author (1916-1990)
From the rise of Western Civilization till now we have been on the ascend, but perhaps as a colleague of mine was musing the other day, we are living through the ebb of Western affluence and the rise of the East once again. And wasn’t it strange that we thought it was normal to be accumulating such great wealth and we are thinking that its decline is abnormal. I was telling a neighbor how living…
I don’t incline myself to believe in the paranormal or to subscribe to parallel universe theories, but I do believe in mystery and wonder. There is no mistaking that my life has unfolded with a sense of a grander plan than even I had envisioned and if I walk back through and connect the dots they add up to this great narrative I can claim as my own. My own doing. But was it? I…
Yesterday, I was running through my to do list as if the house was on fire and it sure felt like it was at the time. I heard a knock on the window and looked outside to see a Northern Mockingbird cawing from the edge of the terrace and one on the ground upside down on the floor. I walked out to the terrace to help him and he was flopping as if he had…
I ran into a few of my morning walkers this morning in City Park, one who had been fired erroneously from her position and who later learned her boss had been embezzling the funds that was paying all of their salaries, another who had seen the handwriting on the wall in the ’80s when he was working with the oil rigs and the count was going down precipitously and so he segued out of that…
For a period of time if you asked Tin his name he would reply with conviction, “Louis Armstrong.” But now I’m starting to wonder just who or how many now gone musicians this little boy is channeling. QED (quod erat demonstrandum) this is Jewel Brown singing with Louis Armstrong, When the Saints Go Marchin In. She is fabulous by the way and we watch this video over and over again as Tin wakes up asking…
The King of Bhutan: from a speech that he gave in India: “I truly believe that the only way to observe the most important things in life and in this world is by putting them through the lens of “Simplicity”. You must break everything down to the fundamentals; break it down to the basic human instances.For, in the end no matter what country we may be from, we are human beings. No matter what our…