The weekend came and went with a dinner here for guests, a birthday party for Tin’s classmate, a dash to Spotted Cat, a costume affair at the Pussyfooter’s Blush Ball, a Jazz Brunch with Evan Christopher, James Singleton, and Steve Masakowski, and the drummer whose name I can’t remember, then there was the PROJECT (putting up the Nolli Plan), and then dinner at Three Muses and Gal Holiday & the Honky Tonk Revue. Whew! And…
Yesterday, we took our guests to see Panorama Jazz Band playing at the Spotted Cat. Tin brought his “trombone” (a drumstick and the xylophone stick) and put on a first class performance. It’s almost worrisome the concentration he has and adoration for certain musicians (he followed Ben Schenck around like a puppy). After the first set, we stayed for one waltz and then came home to change into our costumes to head to the Pussyfooters’…
There is an article in the Sunday NYT about how to break up with a friend. As I number them, there are many approaches. I remember when I was in a budding friendship with a young man and we hit a snag, he asked me if I would now give him perfunctory greetings on the bayou much the way I was doing with an old friend. What other answer is there but yes. There is…
The yoga movement in New Orleans is nascent, but in the last ten years, and in particular post Federal Flood, yogis have helped raise consciousness to a radically new level. One of my gurus, Michele Baker, has driven around the worst neighborhoods in this city (where crime happens frequently) with her guru, Sharon Gannon and both of them ommmmm’d. That’s right, they came to where healing was needed and they ommm’d to try to send…
I was listening to a journalist talking about covering Iraq and going there with preconceived notions of what their collective beliefs and attitude towards America are, but he said, after he had interviewed ten people, he realized the story was zigging and zagging and basically the truths were only half truths and beneath them lay alternative stories and perspectives. In the end, he realized that having spent time in Iraq he came to revisit his…
Last night we stayed in and made dinner all cozy like in our Euro kitchen. There was crawfish etouffe and slender green beans with julienned carrots sauteed in brown butter as well as lemon ice from Brocatos. Instead of an etouffe recipe I have used for years, I made John Besh’s version and it was, I must admit, the best ever. I did do a little of my own doctoring to his recipe, adding lemon…
I met a friend for lunch the other day and we talked about life and how particularly with a child it is like ground hog’s day, where every day the same things have to occur or else – such as making food, getting them dressed, getting them to sleep. I saw another friend who said sometimes she feels numb to everything a lot of times and then turned and said, “What is that?” I don’t…
I met last night with two intelligent and creative people who are at the cusp of sprouting wings. How they are doing this is by the seat of their pants. One is helping the business world go paperless, with a little help from some online tools such as http://sproutsocial.com/, https://www.odesk.com/, http://www.lynda.com/. What we all agreed on is in this brave new world the best asset you can have is to be authentic. And that’s not…
We were running late to school this morning because I opened that great can of worms called my contacts and the lack of sync-ability with Outlook, Address Book, and my iPhone. The Apple rep told that I needed iCloud and I felt like yelling iWONT! I’m sick of technology at the moment having watched T trying to recoup her back up from Carbonite and everything being all over the map, and me with this umpteenth…
This morning I woke up filled with thoughts of work that were all tumbled and tossing. I got the dogs and headed out to the park for our walk and it had been raining, the skies were grey, and I was wearing a tee shirt – part of the unnaturalness of this winter in 2012 New Orleans. I looked up, pensive, and saw a break in the clouds and it formed an image that was…