Those last days downtown before we were all WFH were bizarre. It is just as fascinating as it is terrifying, being right in the middle of a Huge Change, a shift in the collective reality. This was actually happening, this virus-induced retreat to our homes, and I was watching it happen live and in person….
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Plague Days: Standing on the Neutral Ground
A couple of days after Shit Got Weird, I was downtown and at work as usual. We were up to our necks in Business Continuity Planning, wrangling all of those things that the company had to do in the background to ensure we could start minimizing employee presence in the office while attempting to keep…
The Way Home, #3
It’s hot. I mean, really hot. It’s so hot that when you step from the shade across that Great Divide into the spot where the sun hits the pavement, you just wanna shrivel up. Except that you can’t shrivel up because the humidity plumps you back out again. It’s the kind of hot that makes…
Katrina: The Big One-Oh
Saturday mornings are a quiet realm in my neighborhood. Well, early Saturday mornings are. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. today and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I’ve been porch-dwelling for an hour inside this cocoon of silence. Watched the sun rise from behind the Bald Cypruss tree that has, now, swallowed my front…
Poolside Pussyfootin’
My streetcar trundles down Carondelet and past Indulge Island Grill every morning on the way to work. Indulge had always looked fairly innocuous and not like very much at all – it mainly continued to catch my eye because of the pirate sign hanging over the door. I had no idea they had a courtyard…
Merry Christmas!!!
Joyeux Noel! Jackson Square, December 2012.
Le Musée Conti
It is astonishing, on a 90° day with 74% humidity in New Orleans, the grand difference it makes depending on whether the sun is, or is not, behind a cloud. If the sun is tucked in all cozy-like behind a soft blanket of cloud cover, the temperature outdoors is more than tolerable, it is downright…
Touch Wood, Scratch a Stay, Turn Three Times
…”May the Lord and saints preserve us.” One must do this, aboard a ship, for luck, as my own dad (a salty dog in his own right) reminded me when I told him the ships were a’comin’. I can safely report that J and I did just this, on all three tall ships when we…
Street Art: New Orleans Era
Good morning, rainy world. At least, it is rainy here this morning, with those big ol’ thunderBOOMS that the dawg seems to finally be starting to figure out. At least, every time one rings out over the wet grey sky, he doesn’t jump up, run around, shake, and hide under my feet. Little guy must be adapting!…
Follow Your Crazy 