I don’t even remember now how Anne Flournoy’s Louise Logs came across my radar, but how happy I was to meet Louise and Anne when it happened. Then through Anne came Mudd and I knew instantly that Mudd and I would collaborate one day. Little did I know it would be her and Tin. Mudd’s on an adventure to find her creative spark (along the way creating like crazy) and in a turn of events…
Tin completed his first year of nursery school at Waldorf and the class went to celebrate by the Tree of Life in Audubon Park today. Many of his classmates are moving onto kindergarten so that means next year Tin will be the big boy. Hard to believe. But Tin is ready for summer; he absconded with his classmate’s trombone and he began his lessons in earnest – musicology 101. First the moves, then the music.
The summer is heating up and the days of 80 degrees are long gone, hello 90’s, hello humidity, hello no rain. And hello Mr. Tin coming at you with the cool sounds of New Orleans, where we are all guardians of the groove.
I wondered how it was possible that Prince William and my nephew could even fathom getting married the first weekend of Jazz Fest – I mean really? But I never suspected that when I woke this morning to my 52nd birthday that the news greeting me would be Bin Laden is dead. Okay. Pretty busy weekend wouldn’t you say? When Tatjana and I were trying to adopt we had to put together a 25 page…
Forget about all those books like why New Orleans matter – food, music, port, culture – there is simply no way to describe walking out of a building after a rain coming down while the sun is shining and feeling like you just took a sauna. We took the dogs and Tin around the bayou this afternoon because I felt the need to bolt from the LaLa after a day in front of the computer…
We spent the entire day at Jazz Fest and let me speak highly here of the Ergobaby – with its head flap, Tin was able to take two long naps as the flap provides a magic blanket environment and takes the stimuli away. We saw Kent Jordan in the Jazz Tent, then Big Al Carson in the Blues Tent, then we went to hear Astral Project and although I was prepared to sit for the…
The Sunday of Tin’s first Jazz Fest was magically splendid. The day started off gorgeous and continued to be stunningly perfect all day long. We started by going over to a friend’s for a Jazz Fest brunch and Tin just wanted to go in that pool so bad, even though the water was ice cold, so in we went: Then we made our way into the Fairgrounds and over to a friend’s camp near the…
I keep thinking about the article in the NYT magazine about Treme when it said that New Orleans is all about the moments. Like the moment when we were about to come out of the park yesterday, and I noticed, beside the white stairs that are in the meadow that are an installation post-Katrina that signify the steps home, a gold chair made of twigs and leaves. I did a double take. Today Tin and…
I was speaking to a friend of mine one time – a Jewish father of a grown boy. I asked him if he would mind if his son married a non-Jew and his response was, “He knows who he is.” It had this omnipresent tone to it, even though in reality the man I was speaking to was pretty hip and although he was Jewish (almost obviously), his Jewishness never seemed to be top of…