Yes, a month after the fact I’m still recovering from Tales of the Cocktail. Here’s my fourth and final installment. I learned some fascinating stuff…
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I’d heard there was a marsh fire out east, but we didn’t smell anything until Monday morning. By the time I left for work, I…
Over the past year or two I’ve become increasingly interested in the idea of contemplative pedagogy. This is the notion that we can foster a…
Today was Persephone’s first day of school ever. She’s going to a small Catholic school on the West Bank of Jefferson Parish. I never thought…
My main way of getting to work over the past decade has been on a bicycle; much of my ride has been on the Jeff Davis bike path. It’s so much less stressful to me than driving a car, and I am so glad I don’t have to start my day in an automobile. Nevertheless, I do encounter obstacles and hazards from time to time. I try not to get annoyed. But as I’ve noted previously, it’s “interesting how much annoyance seems to cluster around transportation. Getting from Point A to Point B is fraught with stress-inducing potential.”
As I often ride with a camera, it’s become an almost involuntary reflex to document problems on the bike path as I run into them. And so, just as I recently realized that I now have a little archive of back to school photos, I also realized I have an archive of bike-path problems. In fact, the fifth photo I posted to Flickr was of a mattress on the path, way back in 2004.
So I’d like to present this set of…
Probably my favorite thing about having a media credential for Tales of the Cocktail is breakfast. And of course lunch, but a good breakfast is…
It’s become a tradition to take a photo of Xy as she heads off to her first day of classes. I realized this morning that…
Twenty-five years ago — I came home from Sweden with blue hair, much to my parents’ shock and my sister’s delight. At least I think…
Tales of the Cocktail ended last week, but it’s taken me this long to sort through all my photos and videos and notes. When I…
Last night Arnaud’s French 75 Bar hosted a blogger’s reception to kickoff Tales of the Cocktail, sponsored by the Bureau National Interprofessionnel du Cognac. Naturally…
Over a year ago Xy hurt her knee while practicing with the Big Easy Roller Girls. It’s bothered her ever since, and so yesterday morning…
And so it’s come to this, at last, inexorably and inevitably. The final day of our vacation. Persephone started her morning as she usually did,…
Technically, the city of Vero includes plenty of beachfront. In fact the city officially changed its name to Vero Beach back in 1925 but old-timers…
The theme for Wednesday was love. Look at the love in this picture. Mother and daughter on the beach, wading into the surf? You can’t…
Tuesday was the Summer Solstice. I got up super early (4AM by my body clock, which was still in the Central Time Zone) and headed…
Let’s see. My last post got us most of the way through Saturday. We arrived in Vero mid-afternoon and checked in at the Driftwood. Longtime…
When my in-laws asked what time we should leave, I said 7AM, and they laughed, and my father-in-law suggested 9AM. Then it was my turn…
Posting has been a little thin here lately, for good reason: I’ve been on vacation. My plan now is to back up in time and…