Okay right, today is a phenomenal day if not bordering on already hot like in growing into summer hot. But I stumbled up on an article written by Alex Rawls in Offbeat recently that I found disquieting if not downright alarming. And then today, I received an email with a link to another article about the broken NOPD. So let’s tally this, Silence is Violence sent out an email about a vigil for five teenagers…
I figured the other day it was time to step up and be the adult I’ve become instead of still trying to hang onto notions of me as a bohemian short story writer living in a one room French Quarter apartment – a romantic notion that I secretly harbor even to this day. So I looked around the other night and being as present as I could be here is what I observed: Tatjana was…
Last night, we took our friend to show him a sampling of New Orleans music, and as it happens, we didn’t have to go far. We drove to Frenchman Street where we headed to Three Muses and Luke Winslow-King was playing his renditions of 30s music complete with Washboard Chaz, a tuba and a piano to accompany his raffish good looks. After some delicious tapas, and wonderful music, we headed over to Spotted Cat where…
We went to see The Kids Are All Right last night because T wanted to see it. I was watching it again from a sort of character point of view. I initially went to see the movie by myself and thought, wow this couple is Tatjana and me – I’m the Annette Bening character and Tatjana is the character Julianne Moore plays. But later a friend said she had seen the movie and loved it…
This is a familiar refrain in New Orleans – it started raining Friday night and didn’t stop. We set up the umbrellas and plastic gazebo because we decided that rain wasn’t going to stop us from having our Release Party – I mean rain? Water? That is our metaphor, right? We put our shrimp boots on and carried tables, food, and drink out to the bayou and people came carrying more food, more drink, more…
Last night, a friend and I went to have dinner at the new restaurant on Frenchman Street – the Three Muses – a very welcome addition to the area. Nicely decorated in a New Orleans folksy decor, a live band playing in the window a la Spotted Cat, and tapas that ranged from lamb sliders to Korean bento box. Very yummy. And pretty packed for a Wednesday night as it should have been. Then we…
I was strolling with the dogs early this morning getting ready for an early work call when I saw the boys from Holy Cross running around the bayou. Back to school – the Cabrini girls are all rooting for parking spaces, the Holy Cross boys are running the bayou, and still my favorite are the nuns going to and fro in their black habits. Summer is coming to an end and while I’m welcoming the…
The American Fisheries Group on Google posted this article that bears reading – albeit a quote from a BP environmentalist is not worth pondering in my book. But there appears to be a trace of hope here that the BP oil spill might be mitigated by forces greater than a greedy multibillion dollar company. The one thing that is not being measured here is the fragile ecosystem of the humans of the Gulf South. My…
Steve came to stay at the LaLa while we were in Spain – you’d think someone who knows New Orleans’ summers would make no effort to come during July/August but he says he likes the slow pace of summers here and I have to agree – there is something about the city when there are not eight million festivals going on (albeit Satchmo Fest just passed) and hardly any tourists are crowding the French Quarter…
I spoke to a friend in Croatia yesterday who said he was keeping abreast of the BP oil spill by reading my blog but that I don’t post updates often enough to keep him informed. I thought to myself afterwards, well that’s good because that means that nothing is happening because if it were, I’d know and write about it, right? This morning I learned the tar balls have made their way our way. The…