Jazz Hall

The crazy-ass Bostonian Irish bouncer outside the bar on Chartres St. was hollering at passing tourists when we approached.  I guess “hawking” would be the actual term for it, really, but his base nature and style made it more like hollering.  Invitational hollering, to be exact.  “Come hear live music!  See the Green Fairy!  Come…

Dawg Days, #11

Hey guess what?!  Dawg Days is back!!!  Yeah, yeah,  I know – it’s been a hair (a doghair perhaps?) over a year since the last one.  Which is ridiculous.  But although Life Happens, the dawg’s downright DAWGness has not ceased to amuse, so I give you Dawg Days #11 – and here’s to getting back…

FQ Friday: Witches!

It goes without saying that I’m witchy every day.  But man, days like today?  I’m ALL THE WITCH Y’ALL. Today is Friday the 13th.  Auspicious and lucky for me, always, but even better this go ’round because we also get a full harvest moon to go with it.  Like a huge magical glowing cherry on…

X Marks the Anniversary

If you drive or walk or trip or amble around New Orleans long enough, you start to notice something. A common something, a something that lies consistent among all neighborhoods and in all parts of town.  That something is the Katrina X. The Katrina X is everywhere. Those urban search and rescue markings…are everywhere.  Still. …

Passing By

I’ve really missed the simple act of wandering around and Seeing Stuff.  I’ve been in a Seeing Stuff drought ever since a.) J and I started carpooling downtown together for work and b.) We moved to Gentilly, removing even the luxury of just taking a streetcar home if I decided I felt like it.  Both…

FQ Friday: Stealing Back the Streets

Sometimes, in the French Quarter, the ghosts and the vampires and the voodoo queens and the many pasts and histories of this city will rise up and swirl and eddy around you like a small spiritual tropical storm…and that magical intensity can knock the air out of you and will absolutely solidify the fact that…

Boiling

I woke up this morning intent on starting my Sunday peacefully – curled up in my chair in the Hobbit library with a book and a cup of tea –  so I came downstairs and started rummaging through the tea cabinet to figure out what I was in the mood for.  Earl Grey, it turns…

Nose Memories: Earl Grey Tea

Nose Memories are powerful. I’m talking about that thing where you smell something and it instantly transports you back to a certain time, or place, or reminds you of someone specific.  Now, I could launch into some sort of scientific diatribe about Olfactory Memory and the psychology attached to it and the studies that have…