The New Orleans Museum of Art’s 100 year anniversary kicked off this morning with the St. Augustine Marching Band marching up LeLong Avenue. We got out there right at the band had gotten into formation, at the entrance to City Park, and what ensued was nothing short of magical. I’ve always seen the band marching during Mardi Gras, but to have this outside on this splendid day almost to ourselves was just splendid. They were…
We went to see Dive last night, shown by the Afrikan Film Festival above the Fair Grinds Coffehouse and it was refreshingly well done. Of course, it brought up a lot of the same reaction I had to reading Michael Pollan’s food diatribes, in particular the open letter he wrote to the President elect printed in the New York Times. We’re caught in a trap could have been the title of either – the film…
Last night was an innocent night out, to go watch a documentary, which I will go into later, but along the way many things happened. I had emailed a number of friends about the film and when I saw one of them there, I was delighted. Then she told me that she’s separated from her partner. Like us, they recently adopted a little boy. I just started crying. It almost reminded me of my friend…
This week felt like 10 weeks and I still can’t believe I’m telling people to have a good weekend. Monday started in fits and then proceeded to ramp up and up and now it is at a level of impossible – so this is when you say, Phew! Thank God It’s Friday. We’re headed to see a documentary on Dumpster Diving that is being screened at the Fairgrinds today at 6PM.
If my dad were alive, he would turn 87 tomorrow. He died in 1985 – 26 years ago. It took a long time for me to think of him as gone – he was such an enigma, so powerful, so iconic. What I always remember most is being in my parents’ king-sized bed and being tickled, hugged, snuggled and kissed. 51 years later I still hold those memories fondly. One of my dearest friends just…
To further seal the deal, today I got the shiny dime that we had hidden in the sweet potatoes on New Year’s Day.
It is a lovely day here in New Orleans, January 6th, Epiphany, the beginning of Mardi Gras and a temperate winter day as we have come to expect here in the Gulf South. The dogs and I romped through the park this morning and there was a bird party going on. Geese, grebes, ducks, swans, cormorants, pelicans – it was looney. As we rounded the backside of the park and were making our towards the…
Last night we began 2011 on the right foot, we had a dinner party at a friend’s house and were surrounded by interesting conversation, delicious wines, and fabulous food. Suddenly I feel as if I can face this year boldly – Happy 12th Night, New Year! And Happy Epiphany and beginning of Mardi Gras, New Orleans! Driving home from our little soiree I realized the important things in life are that life has a way…
Mommy: May I help you? Tin: Music. Mommy: What do you want to hear? Tin: Louis Armstrong. Mommy: St. Louis Blues? Tin: Yesh.
“Anthem” The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how…