T has flown the coup for the Big Apple and that means I get to go to sleep with the chickens! Or at least when Tin does. There is no rest for the weary (or the wicked from what I hear) so you gotta get it while the gettin’s good.
I was so into Mardi Gras, but today as I was headed to the gym and passed the folks from Treme filming behind the Mahalia Jackson Auditorium with a fake float and people in costumes catching beads I wanted to spit – DONE, my head shouted – no more costumes, no more beads, no more floats – for goodness sakes take it down the road. Then when I thought I had really had enough I…
I’m a great fan of Chuck Perkins, so don’t get me wrong about what I say here, these are purely my own musings. Chuck posted this to his Facebook page, but this didn’t sit right with me at all and not because it is exposing the underbelly of a root problem. I tried to slice and dice this statement of Chuck’s a number of different ways, substituting a number of different nouns and each time…
I decided to give up cussing for Lent and am putting $20 in a jar every time I slip up and say a curse word. I have $60. The money will go to charity and right now all of you nonprofits don’t start drooling yet because I will curb this habit.
I was happy to see a few hippies around on Mardi Gras day – my friend was one, she was supposedly on an acid trip and we were her hallucination. I saw one hippy carrying a sign that said “Never Trust Anyone Over 30” – which is sort of scary to read that the census shows New Orleans has lost over 45% of its children under 18. Lesli Jacobs, optimistically says the young people moving…
Well it seems all good things must come to an end or at least that is the theme playing out in my head right now. My laptop died and I had to get a new one. My airport router died and I had to get a new one. My external hard disk drive died and I had to get a new one. Yesterday my printer died and I had to get a new one. I…
Last night, I slept like a baby and dreamed of my past lives, one where Arlene scampered from room to room with her plush toys.
Squirrel Truthfully, I ruminated when I came down from the tree. Had sorrow made me say all these things? Had someone been with me, they would say at once that I was ‘deeply wounded.’ I would like to show them the squirrel that flickers in and out of sight, small as a crumb but still able to animate the dark forest. Her soul is surely the picture of this tranquil elation that quivers and rests…
Now that the costume is filthy and ready to be put up for repurposing, and my outer thighs are tight as a rubberband from carrying Tin (approximately 26 lbs) in his pack as we walked up and down the Quarter, and my face is still suffering from the overload of makeup – I’m here to tell you it’s done. And in sum, as much as goes with it every year, Mardi Gras is a perfect…
On Lundi Gras, at the gym, a woman took a sip out of her water bottle and spit it out – “Damn, I forgot I had cranberry and vodka in here last night.”