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…

Misty Day, Reflections

Wednesday finds me in a better mindset, regarding the Vibe thang that had me in such an emotional dither yesterday.  I went home after work and, after having a decent cry on J over a couple of cardboard boxes, we had a chat about all of that, and the various philosophies of grief.  It is…

A Week’s Miscellany

Last night, I found myself sitting in a meeting room among a group of people with whom I was employed, but that I do not actually know.  The meeting table was an ovular streamlined design, the walls half cherry wood, half exposed brick.  It was at once professional, and artsy.  We were, from what I gathered,…

Snapshots of Normal

The Everyday.  Everyone has this, the everyday.  Those routines they follow, those things they do, what they walk past, what they see…those elements of every single day that become so commonplace that they scarcely get noticed after a while. I had already been thinking, lately, of the Everyday, but now that J has an interview coming…

Dreaming Tech, Creepy Elevators

As I write this I am eating the most glorious instant oatmeal I’ve ever encountered:  Chai Apple.  CHAI.  In my OATMEAL.  Victory!  There is also a banana.  And coffee is involved.  Good morning. *** The other night, the Avistrum crew, including myself, were on set working on a new film.  Burned out from all of the…