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.…
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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.…
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.
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…
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…
The US Army Corps of Engineers now admits the failure of the 17th Street canal floodwalls was caused by a “design failure.” Or, put it…
I went to a candidate forum last night for City Council districts A, B, C and at-large. As an experiment, I kept a crude scorecard…
Red Cross came through and gave me accounts Now I’m at your town getting golds in my mouth I got this New Orleans bounce track…
Mayoral candidate Virginia Boulet spoke for about ten minutes at a neighborhood meeting I attended last week. I really liked what she had to say.…
When Xy came home from work yesterday, she saw a man on the street who gave her a “nasty look.” He was headed between our…
The Sav-A-Center in our neighborhood finally re-opened last week, and I went shopping there for the first time Saturday morning. There’s a write-up at Metroblogging…
Jason Berry has published a video about the current state of New Orleans which is so much better than my little efforts, it puts me…
A few weeks ago I posted about a big demolition project which had begun just a block from our house, and how they tried to…
Garbage has been piling up for the last couple weeks, ever since the city took back over collection. The Army Corps of Engineers had been…
According to a story in today’s paper: The heights of floodwalls and levees now being rebuilt by the corps are based on research for a…
Six months after the storm. People are taking stock. Me too. I’d describe my mood as one of tightly bridled optimism. I’m not sure if…
The qualifying period is over, and the field is jam-packed. Two dozen candidates for mayor alone! I’m sorry to say that no one is running…
This morning I jogged along my old route, from Jeff Davis around Bayou St. John, up to the art museum and back — about 2.5…
Wednesday wasn’t enough. I’m declaring an entire month of ashes. We can call it Ash March. Or maybe the March of Ashes. That sounds about…
When you’re in a big robe, it’s much easier to pee if you’re not wearing underwear. Unfortunately I was wearing underwear, and yes, I kept…