It’s been eight months since Hurricane Katrina made landfall on the Gulf Coast. Xy and I made a little (two minute) video to mark the…
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It’s been eight months since Hurricane Katrina made landfall on the Gulf Coast. Xy and I made a little (two minute) video to mark the…
The University where I work is finally getting some financial aid — not from the United States, but from Qatar. I’m certainly glad for the…
Mike Leonard and his lovely wife Mardi were in New Orleans for Jazz Fest. On Monday, I took them on the mandatory misery tour. We…
People in New Orleans are getting excited about Bush. No, not George W. Bush — Reggie Bush. He’s some sort of new football guy for…
This “Day Without Immigrants” is a risky gambit. It will surely alienate many Americans. But I love to see the little guy flexing his muscles…
I just got called “white boy” as I rode my bike past the Iberville projects: “White boy! White boy! Come here!” Just like old times.…
Once upon a time there was a webpage here called A SLAVE TO THE DIAL. It was all about my experiences with DialAmerica Marketing, Inc.,…
It’s that time of year again.
I’ve been trying to muster up some enthusiasm for the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival. I’ve been trying for years. But somehow I never seem to work myself up into the appropriate fervor. And if I am lacking in enthusiasm, Xy is downright negative.
When I admit that we are not members of the true faith, people look at us with a mixture of disbelief, disgust and horror. How can this be? How can we not be excited about Jazz Fest?
I do not hate Jazz Fest. I’m just not a big fan. But that is tantamount to heresy in these parts, and I have been scolded for it repeatedly. Indeed the opprobrium is so severe that I have looked deep into my heart, to try to fathom this mystery.
Welcome aboard to another rox.com blogger. Avid fans of the ROX television series may remember Kelly from such classic episodes as An Amazing Concatenation of…
Some former neighbor girls stopped by yesterday. They’re still living in New Orleans, but not near us anymore. I think they mainly wanted to look…
On my first day of work here at the University, almost seven years ago, I asked my boss what time he wanted me in the…
After months of calling and begging, we’re finally getting home delivery of the Times-Picayune again — more or less. They started us up ten days…
Yes, it looks as though everyone I voted for yesterday lost, across the board, no exceptions. I think I was most surprised, and disappointed, that…
The Beyond crew has come and gone. They consisted of an Australian director, a camera guy from Pittsburgh and an audio guy from Metairie. They…
I’m deeply conflicted about electoral politics. I participate, and I vote, but I’m skeptical of the whole process, and it frustrates me.
I’m edumacated. I’ve studied up on tomorrow’s election. But I can’t say I’ve got any confidence in the decisions I will be making in the booth.
And if it’s hard for me, who enjoys so many advantages, how hard is it for someone who is under the heel of poverty or displaced from the only home they’ve ever known? What about someone who is functionally illiterate? The harsh fact is that’s where a lot of New Orleanians are at. They should be able to have a voice in this election too.
It is a charade. And yet I get caught up in it.
I’m skeptical of the polls on the upcoming New Orleans elections. It’s difficult to conduct an accurate poll under our current circumstances. I’ve seen at…
I was contacted last week by an Australian television production company. They were looking for a termite-damaged house and they’d read about us in the…
There’s a certain distinctive sound that a human body makes when it hits the floor, a kind of heavy thump. It’s not a sound you…
A follow-up article in today’s Inside Out in the Times-Pic:
RENOVATORS FIND MADNESS DESPITE METHOD
NOTE: Bart Everson and Christy Paxson find that tough decisions are unavoidable as they repair the basement of their North Salcedo Street bungalow.
Nice to have a holiday. I have Maundy Thursday and Good Friday off — an advantage of working at a Catholic institution. It has given…