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In addition to being my boss’ birthday, tomorrow is supposed to be Judgment Day according to Harold Camping. No, it’s not the end of the…
Ross Luippold & Carol Hartsell of Huffington Post used a photo of mine in their allegedly humorous feature, Eight Rejected Prom Themes. How dare they!…
As I said back in February: I suppose that being an extra in a big film or television production is always kind of weird. But…
This morning was the Lafitte (Corridor) Greenway Strategic Kickoff Meeting. It ran from 7:30 to 9:00 AM, which was a tad problematic for me. I’m…
I don’t believe I’ve mentioned it, but the house next door to ours was finally purchased. I believe it went for around $40K after sitting…
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there — including my mom, my mother-in-law, my baby-mama, and of course the Great Mother: Mama Earth.…
Twenty-five years ago tonight, I was at a bonfire in northern Sweden. I was astounded by the size of the thing — like a house…
This was going down on our deck last night. Michael said we should play some Barry White for them — or the soundtrack from Godzilla…
Kalix, April 28, 1986 (twenty-five years ago today) All of a sudden Sweden melted and I found myself in the Garden of Eden. No kidding.…
Some people say it’s irreligious to celebrate Hellacious Saturday. I say they don’t know church doctrine very well. Here’s what we’re having today: horseradish bacon…
Some months ago, at a meeting with some folks from the Rails to Trails Conservancy, I was bemoaning the difficulties of sustaining our outreach efforts…
Here’s a little neighborhood detail I recently noticed. The posts surrounding the yard of an old house on Banks Street are the same as a…
It’s not often that I see a cat with its paws in the water.
Maybe it thinks it’s a raccoon?
My boss commented that strays must be desperate for water. The huge downpour last night ended a long dry spell, but I took these pix yesterday morning, well before it rained. This is not a bayou — it’s a large street puddle. How could there be a large street puddle in the midst of a dry spell? I’m not certain, but I imagine it has something to do with our raggedy infrastructure. There’s probably a leaky main under this street.
Dear Persephone, Thanks for sharing a wonderful Equinox with us yesterday. We decorated eggs and had an egg hunt and watered your tree (which we…
Or would that be Mardi Mince? I never completely recovered from the cold I caught in late January. I only missed one day of work,…
I imagine anyone reading this post today will be from outside New Orleans. Here it’s Mardi Gras, and people have other things to do. So…
I remember when chin straps used to be deployed in the general vicinity of the chin. Often they’d be a little too short to reach…
I say we all meet here on the second Friday in November at 49 minutes before noon… Who’s with me?