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Here we go…

I have something going on every night until April 19th. That’s gnarly. And again it’s that time in New Orleans where there are so many competing events that it is head spinning. A friend sent this about NOMA’s Art in Bloom: it’s like the designer/builders of the rose bowl parade floats took LSD and hooked up with edward scissorhands.. it is so awesome. and they stick the exhibits all over the museum so its like…

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This is not a coincidence

Tuesday – went to yoga and Michele talked about how everything we experience we do through the lens of our own experience and so when someone reacts a certain way that they are doing it through a completely different lens and that we need to take that into consideration to possible understand let alone communicate with all the various personalities that come our way. Came home to a Facebook post by a friend who said:…

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If I had a drumstick

Tin can improvise with a drumstick like nothing else – it rarely plays drums, it is a trombone mostly, or quickly becomes a clarinet, and it has even been a tuba and a guitar. God bless imagination. I read somewhere that Trombone Shorty used to parade around with his neighbor kids and they used a Big Wheel as a tuba and cardboard boxes as horns. It just goes to reinforce the message that kids need…

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Lessons from Louis

When Tin was a baby people bought him Baby Mozart type DVDs and I couldn’t stand them and instead gave him a DVD of Louis Armstrong & his All-Stars in ’59. Last night, we video’d Tin watching the DVD last night as it has become a family favorite pass-time. T asked Tin if he was channelling Louis and I thought who better to be a mentor/hero to a musical toddler. From the liner: Louis’ performance, aired on…

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Memories light the corners of my mind…

A colleague of mine was telling me that China has been invaded so many times by so many people and yet each conquerer was incapable of changing the culture. The culture of a people cannot be extinguished, it will fight subversion and fight outright assimilation. I think New Orleans proved that in spades when the diaspora of the Federal Flood brought a taste of New Orleans to locales near and far, and when we reconvened…

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Shoot me now

Throughout the entire Tennessee Williams Festival that I am now sad is over, one person or another quoted Flannery O’Connor’s character: “She would of been a good woman,” said The Misfit, “if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life.” A long time ago and four therapists ago I learned that I had been raised in a high pitch because of a rage-a-holic father and an alcoholic mother, betwixt the…

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From sex kitten to bitch

A young guy was telling me about his dating adventures and I told him I don’t have many to talk about as I never dated, I married. I told him when I was young it was a hiccup away from the 60s and dating was all about sex, drugs and rock n roll. He said almost patronizingly, the times haven’t changed. Really? Well I told him they do change, not the times, but age does…

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Racial profiling

The other night I went to a neighborhood meeting that addressed the rash of burglaries on Moss and Carrollton. The burglar is described as an older black man with dreds working with a young black man (the composite photo of which is now taped to my front door) along with a possible woman accomplice. One of the neighbors said after everyone was swept up into a huffy fury, “I saw a young black man running…

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