I heard from a long-time colleague of mine who ended the missive with, “I didn’t realize how much I needed a change. Isn’t it great to reinvent and grow.” So that is today’s theme – yesterday I met some twenty year old musicians who are imprinting their own musical brand – Jean-Eric – nice to see that everything is not a world filled with over fifty year olds putting themselves in the same trick bag…
Just came from a podcast at the Columns for It’s New Orleans Happy Hour (and it was) where I got to meet the singers from Jean-Eric and a writer working on a book about the history of gay life in New Orleans. Fabulous way to pass the time on a Thursday afternoon with my new best friends. Tell me something is there anyplace in the world better than here?
There is a lovely gulf breeze that is swaying the Queen palm fronds back and forth and making for a nice, relaxing sound outside my office window. Nice to know there are places you can go in your head from just a familiar sound – makes me think of the beach.
Decided to give Facebook a second chance now that I understand how to limit my profile and to send messages not write on walls. But it already feels as if I am back at the mall – something comforting and disturbing about it that I can’t quite put my finger on.
On this day in 2007, I moved into the LaLa, the rest is history. Before photo:
This morning as I began my ritual for the day, I described my intention as wanting to learn something new today. But that already happened last night as I attended the Gluttony opening at Fairgrinds and spoke with the puppeteer who had just put on a mesmerizing performance unlike anything I had seen – never mind he was in a red patent pleather jumpsuit. He was asking me if I had read Pedagogy of the…
I was listening to an NPR show the other day about a woman who had grown up with birthday letters from her dead mother and the burden that had put on her life. But one letter came at a particularly pivotal moment in her life and actually helped sway her decision. Her mother wanted her to stay wedded to the Mormon Temple and that was the cause of much duress during her life, but when…
I encountered a situation recently where the old stereotypes of boys and girls was glaring. The boy wanted control and the girl wanted to share. You know it’s not really just this way because Tin is much more of a sharer than you would think (and no I’m not glorifying him because he’s my son, he is just more tender than some boys I see, neveryoumind the meltdown tantrum this morning which usurped his keyboard…