French Quarter Fridays: Backstage

So, I just spent the better part of my spare and stolen moments, for the last several days, glued to news, watching Hurricane Isaac steal upon the Gulf Coast and do his stormy thang.  Nothing drives me battier than watching storms like that roll up on my favored part of the United terrain, when I’m…

French Quarter Friday: It’s In the Details

One should never rush and hurry and zoom through the French Quarter.  (Unless, of course, one is running exceedingly late for work or somesuch.)  There is just too much to see, and that does not include just the Big Stuff like the St. Louis Cathedral or Jackson Square or the view of the river from…

The Purchase

Or: Why I Never Left Louisiana I try not to post more than one entry here within the span of a day.  It can be overwhelming to readers, and I try to keep my subscribers in mind as well, as they receive emails every time I publish something.  (Unless they have adjusted their settings to…

Rivah Watah

Man o’ man, the last couple of weeks have been a ride!  I am working two jobs now, you see.  I took two part-timers in order to make a whole, as it were.  However, one part-time gave me nearly full-time hours last week, so I was somewhat working a full job and a half.  Often,…

Menu Mondays: Nosh

Good morning world, and happy Monday!  So, my lucky Friday the 13th vibe continued quite nicely, although not quite on the 13th itself.  I’m still giving the 13th credit, though, simply because I want to.  At any rate, J did not receive any positive work-related calls, but he did have another interview scheduled, so that…

French Quarter Friday: Wandering Royal St.

Well, happy Friday the 13th, world!  I’ve always had good days, on Friday the 13thses, and today has begun no differently.  Since I managed to not get loose from work until nearly 10:00 p.m. last night, I slept in a little.  Once awake, I received the very grand and glorious news that my dad’s PT…

Bead Dog Pause

(Heh.  See what I did there?) Approximately 2.5 weeks ago, or so: I sat at the computer in my newest room, this one in Colorado, biting my lip very, very hard.  Freshly wounded from what felt like a failed trip, I nevertheless had an entire stack of New Orleans photographs to edit, and was bravely…

Mirrorworld

I am, I think, a slightly different person than the one that rolled out of Colorado nearly three months ago.  How could one not be?  I have a better sense of who I am, of what I want to do, the things I want to pursue, of what I’ll put up with (not much, ha),…