A friend emailed me about protocol with a computer related exchange. I wasn’t much help. But it got me thinking about how many people I still meet who are not familiar with what I consider second nature.Texting – frankly texting is at new realm with pics and audio being sent along with the message. But what I was trying to explain to my friends the other day is that the art of courtship hinges on…
Last night, we were talking about films, books and poetry and all things interesting as we sat on the porch. Here in New Orleans on February 7 (Chinese New Year btw), we are experiencing incomparable temperate weather and star washed skies. As we talked about these things, I thought about how I’ve been steeped in revelry for a while now, and suspect I am due some film time, novel time, poetry time to recover the…
This year Mardi Gras came early – it was the third consecutive Mardi Gras I’ve been to since leaving for California in 1990. I came out in ’05 before moving here late May the same year. 2008 was a great Fat Tuesday – my band of angels were the perfect companions to travel the streets with and negotiate a crowd. I wasn’t ready for Mardi Gras this year – it was coming too early and I had…
Naturally, your affirmations are supposed to be about bigness, grandness, openness – but today on Ash Wednesday, this affirmation seems wow:Today I release old concepts of who I am. I open to see myself through the lens of the infinite. Limitless possibility lies before me. I allow myself to be drawn forth by a greater vision for my life.
Zulu was awesome – I haven’t been to the parade in years, decades – we walked up as the parade was staging and getting ready to roll from Claiborne turning down Jackson. We cut over to Willow because the girls couldn’t throw until they actually made the turn – on Willow and Jackson we were in a sea of black faces, which made Zulu feel more like a neighborhood parade – a la Endymion –…
Fat Tuesday started off with a bang as I rushed the angels to get it together and get out the door before Zulu rolled. We had one goal for the day – to be open – for whatever Mardi Gras was to bring our way. We were loaded up with a magnum of Leroy Duvall and fresh orange juice and lots of open-ness – lots of it!
A typical Monday in a not so typical week – up with the dogs, at my desk for 7AM for a conference call that happened two hours earlier, run out the door for one o’clock to go to a bridal luncheon serving red beans and rice at Ernie K-Doe’s Mother In Law lounge. Hop on another conference call right as the second line parade comes marching up – mute – then later Swirl to offer…
In a few minutes, Taylor will pass through this world into the next and all of our hearts turn to Beth who is left with just his memory. Again I say, dogs don’t live long enough and some people live too long. Goodbye Taylor, you were loved.
I went to China in the Golden Year of the Pig – I am a Pig. I met with the I Ching master and he said “you have very good luck in love from the 8th of August till the 7th of October.” Remarkably, on Oct 7th, I saw someone in a different light. The he said “from December 6 till January 5th, you will be lucky in love.” Well that was a tumultuous time…