PS If I find groundbreaking news in the Times Picayune, I’ll eat it.

I dont hate anyone or anything. You see, I was squirted out into this swamp hole and due to this fact, reserve the right to make fun and bitch about my hometown. I also love my home town. That is the balance that people here every day were dealing with since my grandparents were children.

Look, Capn’ Dave, this is what I do. I go to almost every bar and restaurant in the city to repair video poker machines and pool tables and jukeboxes. I bullshit with patrons and the owners of these establishments. I go to the dingiest bars in St Bernard to the fanciest restaurants in the Quarter. I get along with everybody. I treat everyone the same. Everybody bitches. It is our civic pastime.

The places in Central city complain about Central city. The places in Lakeview complain about lakeview, but at the end of every conversation, it ends with, "yeah, but things are getting a little better." That is what I see. I don’t just drive around and throw rocks at babies.

I AM NEW ORLEANS! I thought a self proclaimed pirate would recognize that passion, matey, aaaaaaaaargh.

It seems that if someone is nice enough to donate living trees to be planted in public space, that’s a good thing. It doesn’t mean everybody has to wear crystals or eat moss & it doesn’t matter if there were trees somewhere else nearby before that. It’s still very generous and in some small way, helpful to our degenerating environment. A Cause of some importance here on the disintegrating Gulf Coast.
Like Miss Termite says, good stuff is happening, too. Unfortunately, it may be outweighed by the ill effects of hot air that seem to be eminating from Paul P. again.(That’s Mister P.P. to his friends & readers) Didn’t we just talk about this, Paul? DIDN’T WE TALK ABOUT THE HATING?

I’m sure your mom has told you that you sound great singing idiot songs in the face of good news and intelligent conversation, Paul…
…she lied.

you better be nice to me or i’m gonna get my friend Lord David to throw a skull at you are something.. :p

*the trees in front of the museum were distroyed by that storm…what’s it’s name…??

peace out,
ya heard?

"So take ya hat off boy when ya talkin to me and be there when I feed the tree". C’mon everybody sing: "So take ya hat off boy when ya talkin to me and be there when I feed the tree!" Dern dern dern da da dern da dern dernHey, I wrote about good stuff too. The last post was a little harsh, but I wrote about my observances around town. I noticed there are new trees lining up the Promenade going to the museum. Were the old trees messed up? My mind is playing tricks. There were oak trees in front of the museum right? I’m going to go outside and run down st Charles in a jock strap singing "feed the tree" by the band Belly. Fuck it lets sing it now.

"So take ya hat off boy when ya talkin to me and be there when I feed the tree". C’mon everybody sing: "So take ya hat off boy when ya talkin to me and be there when I feed the tree!" Dern dern dern da da dern da dern dern< That was the guitar part.

I’m going to be the next Sidney Torres. Saving the city whilst baggin the hot bitches. Yeah, thats right.

See, Im backing up Jack. He has to buy plain stuff to fix his house for now, but at least he’s fixing it. Later on, when he saves a bazillion dollars, he can bring it back to its original splendor. At least its getting cleaned up though.
So there. Nyah Nyah fatty fatty poo poo heads.

Keep up the good work Paul!

And I’m not saying shit should be torn down and replaced at a certain age. And I don’t like the idea of New Orleans being all shiny and new – smelling like plastic. But some maintenance needs to happen continually to preserve it at all. As it stands now, I spent the weekend running around to "The Bank" on Felicity, and the "Green Project" over off of Franklin trying to find architecturally more sincere doors and windows to replace the Home Depot bullshit that’s there now as a result of the last renovation – if you can even call it that. Were the original doors and windows maintained and still in place then I could fix them up and it would be a lot less of a hassle and much less expensive.

Sadly, my urgency to get out of the FEMA death-trap trailer and financial restrictions (no road home or insurance since I bought after the storm) leaves me little choice but to put something quick and cheap in for now. I don’t like the idea, but I can put all four windows and two doors in for the cost of two authentic doors. All I can do, is install everything with the idea of pulling them out and doing something better as soon as I can.

On the bright side, I bought a hammock yesterday and will be out of the FEMA trailer by this weekend. But I still don’t have running water so I’ll be using the trailer as an outhouse as long as they leave it there which somehow seems appropriate.

And for the record, and not surprisingly: I think Paul is funny.