I came across a person I just met who has been acting rather cold and stiff after this initial warm fuzzy and I thought to myself, self I thought, did I do something to her to deserve this cold shoulder. I shuffled through the card deck of all the culpability that I might have in this life or another, and came up with a few items that might be dusted off but nothing specific. Then…
Recently, someone I know has been acting shamefully and it’s interesting to me that though others have noticed it too, no one really gets that shocked by shame. In Japan, when they put up traffic cameras, people were so concerned about being on camera for a violation, shame drove them to submission. In America, many of the photographs taken with the traffic cameras have people flipping the bird. Today, walking through City Park, I saw…
I have spent countless hours in electronic triage and yesterday was no joyful ride again. 12 hours of trying to recover data from Notepad after upgrading to Lion, of trying to get the iCloud, iPhone, Apple Address Book, Google to sync contacts and rid myself once and for all of Outlook, and trying to change my Apple Id resulted in twelve long hours of misery. The end result is that I was able to get…
I met two of Tatjana’s longtime friends this weekend and we had the weird opportunity to work on a project together – mainly putting up the Nolli Plan that I have been moving from place to place for about 15 years. Mind you, they were coming here on vacation and had little advance knowledge that a project of this size and scope was awaiting them. It was awkward to think guests and friends were going…
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…