We were watching a CNN show the other day, we seem to be watching more CNN than we care to as T’s mother is addicted to news. Which seems odd that older people watch so much news since news tends to frighten and alarm me and elder people grow increasingly frightened and alarmed – QUIT WATCHING THE NEWS, but that’s another story. CNN had a show about, yes, you guessed it, aliens. And had Dan…
In the merry merry month of May, I was taken by surprise by … Seven herons walking across the meadow We found out yesterday just as I was so authoritatively telling a neighbor that Shepherds don’t like water that Heidi does! Loca had jumped in the bayou and Heidi trailed in after her and they romped around, splashing and jumping. Wow, they’re going to LOVE the beach. But I digress, this morning, on our walk…
I asked my friend, a marine biologist who knows Louisiana wetlands better than most to comment on ProPublica’s article about the oil spill – his response: Where do I start? Use up the worlds supply of a material they don’t like employing? Ok. Headaches, nausea and repro issues in high doses? Tequila? Valdez? Cold water ecosystem vs Gulf of Mexico dynamics? Take a swim… Next! What do THEY suggest? Criticism is easy. Better ideas are…
The new perspective: I was telling someone something that just happened and they responded, “At least it’s not an oil spill.” There you have it. What is this spill and what is going on? My reliable source, a scientist and someone who knows these waters more than most, tells me that it is still way too early to tell what is going on and that this could be larger than the Valdez accident or much…
If I could I would sing and possibly, even though I always wanted to sing like Jessye Norman, I might want to sing a song like Li Saumet from Bomba Estereo because Fuego has that right sort of beat, impatience, and youthful energy that lordy I wish I still had. But last night we went to see a different sort of music and that is instrumental and honestly, I have to sing the praises of…
Yesterday was my 51st revolution around the sun and I pinned a dollar bill on my chest as is the custom here. I only received one more dollar unlike last year when, chi ching, I racked up (so to speak). But this year, the money was actually pinned on the ErgoBaby, on a flap so no one would poke Tin, and everybody (from out of town of course) kept stopping to tell me my money…
We closed out Jazz Fest in the Blues Tent listening to B.B. King. Need I say more? Well, okay I will. When Jazz Fest starts, the police pull up a mobile unit on the bayou at the foot of Grand Route St. John, and for some reason that symbolizes the beginning of Jazz Fest. This year, I took Tin every day and it certainly changed the way I experience the Fest but all in all…
There is a myth here in New Orleans that adoption is taboo. I hear the African American community disdains the notion of adoption because it signifies a breakdown in the safety net. Generally, someone in the family will care for the child is the thinking and if not, then what does that say about your family. Try to shove that into the country’s notion of the African American family unit. Recall the woman sitting with…
Facebook has been very annoying to me for a long time because people I never hear from always want to Facebook me, but never call or just simply email. So I have to log onto Facebook to respond. Plus I keep a blog, so I don’t want to update Facebook with anything of import because I spend my free time keeping my blog updated with stuff of import. A friend told me that her identity…
Some colleagues were telling me that they are watching Treme and although they had maybe some of the same, albeit for them minor criticisms thus far, they had both been devotees of the Wire and were going to stick with it because the Wire had taken a while to come together. However, one of them said New Orleans is perhaps the most unique city in the world. And on that there is no doubt.