My Boston friend reminded me of the Happiness Project, which I haven’t checked out in a while and the message today is scent, smell, the luxuriousness of being overtaken by an intoxicating waft of heaven. I’ve been watching the butterflies cruise the airwaves in the backyard from the vantage point of my new writing table and yet, it’s the smell from the mock orange tree that bowled me over the other day. Heaven on Earth.
After hanging door flyers for the Re-Bridge project, we all met back at Swirl and then T and I went over to the Fair Grinds to watch another film sponsored by the New Orleans Afrikan Film Fest, this one The Prodigal Sons, which was really so good that I wish it had a wider distribution so that you could see it too. There is a trailer on the NOA Fest site. It made me think…
Okay what do you say to the largest free music festival in the South and it’s in New Orleans? I say, yay! Meanwhile the weather is enchanting if not leaning towards skillet hot. Yesterday late afternoon Tin and I biked to the French Quarter to pick up my Jazz Fest Brass Pass and we passed a building that had been on fire since early morning on Rampart Street. When we got to the Quarter it…
Michael Montlack The Hummus Sexual wears sandals but no Birkenstocks, knowing his wardrobe already too closely resembles Peppermint Patty’s.His vintage shirts: garage-sale bargains (not antique boutique rip-offs)— he prefers a loose thread or barely discernable stain to relieve his fear of being the first to spoil a garment older than he is. He diets not for a Fire Island physique but to stay fit for his next trekking adventure: some primarily lesbian tour company all…
I’ve taken on too much by way of things to do that got added to my things to do and now I’m crashing and burning every day at around the same time – about 5ish my brain waves flatten and I’m incapable of even making small decisions like should I sit or stand, should I eat or not? Yesterday, in this catatonic state, I got one of the last of the Strawberry Abitas and my…
We finished A Star is Born last night – the Barbra version, having watched the Judy Garland version recently. It’s one of those perfect metaphors for life, that when everything is coming up roses, someone is shitting all over you. Sort of reminds me of the Croatian “joke” my mother in law told me where the little bird is freezing high on a wire and falls into a pile of shit and then a cat…
Try this Pavlov method at home – named after none other than T Pavlovic who watches Tin on the video while he is in his crib getting ready for his nap – only he is singing a blue streak and so Tatjana knocks three times on the wall by his crib from our bathroom and says Put Your Head Down on Bingo (his big dog pillow) – only she says it in Croatian [GLAVU NA…
Yesterday, we woke Tin from his nap to go see one of his super heroes – Trombone Shorty – performing at Wednesdays on the Square and I’m so glad we did. You can’t imagine what it must be like for a 2 year old who has been so devoted to Trombone Shorty that he studies his every move and uses his drumstick to play his own imaginary trombone to see live and in the flesh…
From today’s police update: On Wednesday, March 30, 2011 at approximately 8:14pm, the two victims were near their vehicle which was parked in the 200 Block of South Lopez Street when an unknown black male subject approached and robbed them at gunpoint. The perpetrators made good their escape with an I-phone which was equipped with a gps tracking system. With the victims assistance the phone was tracked to the 200 Block of South Lopez Street. Detectives…
Everyone assumes that because we live in New Orleans we drink a lot and while that may be true, I happen to know more nondrinkers in New Orleans than I have ever known elsewhere. Factoid number one. Number two is that Croatia has the 8th highest consumption of alcohol in the world. Now that is a little known fact. Uganda is first – who knew? Ireland is fourth – we might have figured that one…