Faire Days, Part 1 (Wherein I Spin the Tale of my Fantastical Past)

It is the perfect morning to write about elves and festival days, about mirth and merriment and magic. My loyal hound, as he does like clockwork each morning, bade me wake at about 5:30 a.m., expressing his need to venture outdoors. And venture we did, into a thunderstorm. We braved the dark hale and vanquished…

Whereupon I Evolved from Patient to Villain in 24 Hours

At 6:00 a.m. yesterday, J and I went forth into the darkness to the medical center for my dreaded Nose Surgery. Checked in, saw my folks who came for support, talked some Batman, and was then taken back into the patient space to get the whole shebang started. Touro has a great team over there, for…

Nine Years Later: August 29

As I fired up my laptop to write this, Tom Waits paid me a visit on my Pandora station and it was “Day After Tomorrow” which, even though it’s a song about a soldier at war, feels really poignant today. It is, again, August 29.  A very, very complex day to walk around in. Today, I went…

Memory Lane

It’s a hot, lazy, don’t-ever-leave-the-house sort of summer day down here, today. Tomorrow is supposed to be worse. I think the ubiquitous They even have a Heat Warning out for these Stifling Southern Climes. That being said, I’ve whiled away the afternoon today on my steamy porch, sipping pink wine, listening to Squirrel Nut Zippers (because…

Dorothy’s Feet Were Killing Her

I have been obsessed with the Merry Old Land of Oz since I was a kid. Not too uncommon across generations, really. But my drive to want to BE there, in that childlike world-of-pretend sort of way, that way where you make every recess game another world, where you live it in your thoughts and…

Old Bull Lee’s House

 “We bounced the car up on the Algiers Ferry and found ourselves crossing the Mississippi River by boat. ‘Now we must all get out and dig the river and the people and smell the world,’ said Dean…” (On the Road, Part 2, Chapter 6) I’ve always lived where Jack Kerouac has been. I didn’t plan…

In That Number (WHO DAT!)

Man, I tell ya.  It is really really REALLY hard to get work done when, three stories below your office window, streams of Who Datians flood past hooting and hollering and chanting.  Damn!  I really wanted to knock out early today and join the flood with a beer and some hollers of my own!  But,…

Eight Years Later: My Away-from-Katrina Story

Today I got up and rode the streetcar to work, did my job, had a po-boy for lunch, continued to do my job, rode the streetcar home, and am now writing this while drinking out of a Juan’s Flying Burrito go-cup and the Saints kick off in about 15 minutes. Business as usual.  But not…

Suit Up

It was with much geeky, superheroic glee that J and I leapt and bounded our way up the street to the movie theater today to see the Avengers.  YAY Avengers!  The film is phenominal and most definitely does not disappoint.  Keeping tabs on all of the films leading up to this point was very much well worthwhile, and the…