Archive for July, 2005

Five Reasons I Died a Little Inside While Stuck in Traffic on I-10 Inbound This Afternoon


If You’re In A Relationship: Beware

Over the past few weeks in July, “four people in the New Orleans area have killed women they loved, and then themselves. Over the past three weeks, the Houma area has had three such murder-suicides.”

People kill each other all the time for stupid reasons in New Orleans. For Houma, this is a bit extreme. This is a warning for anyone that has a jealous lover from Houma – they might just pop a cap in your butt.

The Ugly Green Monolith

The French Quarter gripe about those ugly green parking meters got some national attention today.

One might laugh at the USA Today for their content while preferring to glance at those graphs in the corners but this is the first resource I’ve seen that explains the recently changed legal argument behind the lawsuit against the city:

“On Wednesday, the lawsuit was amended to say that the new meters violate a law that says tickets may be issued when time has expired and a yellow or red flag is visible on the meter.

The new system does not display a flag when time has expired.

“All tickets issued on these new meters are illegal,” Smith says. “Criminal law is very exact.”

The lawsuit asks for an injunction that would remove the meters as well as refund all fines collected for parking violations under the system.”

Genius. Matlock would be proud.

Karma, baby……

…so we’re in Houma Friday afternoon, making some deliveries and doing a couple of demos. We’ve got about 40 minutes between demos, so we stop into this little cafe to get something small and quick to eat. I always try to patronize the locally-owned joints when I can.
We decide to split a club sammich and some fries, each of us getting some iced tea. I’m figuring the bill will be a little less than $10.
There’s just one old lady doing both the waitressing and the kitchen, so the food’s a little slow to arrive. She apologizes for the wait, sets the food down in front of us and says, “Your meal’s already paid for.”
I figure she’s trying to make it up for us because the food was slow coming out. But as I start to say it’s okay, she says, “That man who just left the counter paid for it.”


I’m with Kim and she’s pretty and all. But it’s obvious she’s with me and this guy’s already left. So we eat our food and kinda wonder what’s going on.

As we’re leaving, I ask this old lady who paid for the food and why. She starts rambling on (from the kitchen, so it’s hard to understand all of it) about the guy at the counter and he just thought it was good to do nice things for people because maybe they’ll pass it on or something. Okay. Whatever. We thank her and we leave.

…so this morning we’re in Baton Rouge, leaving a Jack-in-the-Box after breakfast. This beat-up looking guy stops us in the parking lot and asks for any cash we’ve got to help him get something to eat. It’s obvious he’s not a pro at this. You can bet I gave him all the cash I had left, though it was only some change.

Thanks for the dinner, mystery dude. I did what I could to pass it along.

Baton Rouge

We’ve been spending a lot more time in the Baton Rouge area lately, thanks to business, and I’ve gotten to where I enjoy the trip. My previous experience up there has been 1) driving through on the way to someplace else or 2) taking my daughter to soccer camp at LSU for two summers a few years ago.
It reminds me a lot of Tallahassee, being home to the state capitol and a major university. My previous experience had been limited to areas near LSU (which is mostly nice) or along I-10 (which basically sucked). But I’m seeing more of the residential areas these days and the people have been very, very nice. But it’s a political town as well, meaning it’s got a healthy share of resident jerks like any other town. I’ll try to locate the lobbyist and political enclaves and steer clear.

We’re finally getting out a bit more here in New Orleans as well. We’ve leargely been limited to work-related acquaintances or those we’ve run into at the neighborhood places. But this evening we’ll be going to a gathering of Website folks at The Bulldog on Canal Blvd. Good beer and reasonable bar food, so it oughta be a good time.

This week has been a clear reinforcement of all I’ve heard about a New Orleans Summer. Heat indexes of 105-110, making it more like Rangoon. We tried to spend a little time walking in The Quarter yesterday, but wound up getting back in the car and heading for shelter at Igor’s Garlic Clove on St. Charles.

The air conditioner seems to be forming its own weather system inside the house. The cold air comes in okay, but when it tries to force itself upstairs to the vent in the loft, the warmer humid air upstairs creates condensation that literally rains down to the floor behind the filter downstairs. Gotta find a way to solve that for sure.

Apres eux, le deluge?

miss kravitz, if you're nasty

Remember New Orleans in the early 1990s?

Remember the filming of JFK? The erstwhile glory of Trent Reznor? The Utne Reader‘s declaration that the Lower Garden District was the coolest place to live in the USofA?

Well, in case you missed it, it was…interesting. I’m still not sure what started the boom, but suddenly, celebs were flocking to the city–some, like the ill-omened Kevin Costner, even bought homes here. Spokespeople for the tourism industry were calling New Orleans the “Third Coast,” despite the fact that we’re at least an hour’s drive from the Gulf of Mexico. Locals, in their predictably provincial, genteel way, were terrified that New Orleans would become a playground for the nouveau riche–conveniently forgetting, of course, that their own “old money” had disappeared before World War II.

In the end, it was kind of a non-event. The glitz and glamour levels ticked steadily upward, and then just as we achieved superstar supersaturation, it was all over. One day, I glimpsed Courtney Love entering the tanning salon, and the next, nothing but Duck Girls and Bead Ladies for as far as the eye could see.

Now I’m wondering if we’re on the upswing again. Spokespeople for the tourism industry are calling New Orleans “Hollywood South” (and you thought “Third Coast” was as bad as it could get). TV dweebs like Frankie Muniz are sinking their claws into beloved local hipsters. And of course, Lenny’s making noise again. Can velveteen ropes at Acme be far behind?

You can’t get there from here….

We just got a good lesson in public transportation and are very thankful to be back home in a city where anyone can pretty much go anywhere for minimal cost.
We’ve been in Panama City FL to move the sailboat out of one marina and into another (long story). The distance between the two points is roughly 8-10 minutes by car and about 45 minutes on the water. Think of moving the boat down the river from, say, Audubon Park to Chalmette (if there was no current to push you along).

WHY, then, did it take TWO HOURS to get back? Simple — three phone calls to two different cab companies produced no cab, then the trolley system took a roundabout route though some back streets. We could easily have walked this distance in less than half the time. But nooooooooooo — I wanted to see how the system “worked.” It doesn’t.

I will never, ever, ever again gripe about an RTA bus that pulls out in front of me, about some RTA car blocking the street or about a streetcar moving too slowly for my particular mood. Despite some shortcomings, they are reminders we can fairly consistently move from Point A to Point B in this town.

More Photo Zen


Another Poll

We’re in the running for “Most Gay Friendly City” and “Most Lesbian Friendly City,” but we’ve been screwed (sorry for that pun) out of the categories of “sluttiest city”, “most fetish-friendly”, and “sexiest city”… bollocks!

Cox Online, eh?

I generally don

Terms of use | Privacy Policy | Content: Creative Commons | Site and Design © 2009 | Metroblogging ® and Metblogs ® are registered trademarks of Bode Media, Inc.