I’ve mostly been trying to avoid all the Katrina anniversary hoopla but then Sazerac posted a link to the Big Picture and I am now crying in my office. I think this photo did the trick because my dad is now dependent on oxygen due to his lung cancer.
Evelyn Turner cries alongside the body of her common-law husband, Xavier Bowie, after he died in New Orleans on Tuesday, Aug. 30, 2005. Bowie and Turner had decided to ride out Hurricane Katrina when they could not find a way to leave the city. Bowie, who had lung cancer, died when he ran out of oxygen Tuesday afternoon.
Well now I’m crying in my office with you, M.
So I adopted this guy over the weekend. Since he’s a slightly tubby New Orleans cat with a sometimes abrasive personality, I have named him Ignatius.
Let the catbloggin’ begin.
(Also, Ignatius? You just can’t stop yourself, can you? ;)
Emphasis Added!: my tumblr playlist!
Sorry about bombing your dash with sweet jams all afternoon
BUT I recently discovered that I have my own trntbl page! [What’s trntbl? It’s basically a playlist of all the songs you’ve posted to tumblr. And it’s pretty awesome]
Thank you thank you! I’ve been scratching my head, trying to remember what the tumblr music post aggregator thingamabob was called (Google’s no help in this regard).
And here are two truly great ones:
Ms. Lana’s
Mr. Low’s
… and of course this trove of NOLA songs.
First fashion, now art….
Brian Borrello New Orleans Skyline 2010
“New Orleans Skyline” is a high-resolution digital print on archival paper with oil collected from the BP Deepwater Horizon spill. Borrello has been integrating motor oil and other materials of a deadly beauty in his artwork since 1993. He is an artist/facilitator with the US Army Corps of Engineers and the EPA, as part of their Brownfields Initiative Program, conducting vision-planning sessions with brownfield communities nationwide since 2004.
Jonathan Ferrara Gallery announced a limited unique edition print by artist Brian Borrello that will benefit the expansion of resources and mental health support for children and families affected by the oil spill.
You see, boyfriend-who-doesn’t-read-my-blog? There IS a difference between NYC-hot and NOLA-hot. For one, our asphalt doesn’t revolt in anger.
A street in New Orleans buckled from the heat, a somewhat common occurrence in certain neighborhoods around here. It is gross hot out right now, like you walk from your front door to the car and sweat bricks hot.
OMG KITTENS.
promprom me you’ll watch this.
I don’t care if you’re saving lives (DK) or defending them (AY);
you deserve this.
“I poo… in blue… “
Stylish diapers! Just in time for Tails of the Cocktail, which my love and many friends are attending this weekend.
Remember, children: you can do anything in New Orleans, absolutely anything. Except pee on the street. That’s a one-way ticket to the OPP — and orange is not your color, darling.
You guys!! Abita has a new girlybeer. I’ll try so you don’t have to.
My friend Liz’s tiny turtle, Treynilla, was a good pet. She was quiet and never fussed. One of my fondest memories of Treynilla was when my roommate and I turtlesat for her. We didn’t want her to be lonely so we tore out pictures of tropical fish from a National Geographic and taped them to the outside of her tank (I’m pretty sure we were stoned). She stood on her turtle-sized island and stared at those fish like a general marshaling her troops.
When Liz evacuated before Hurricane Katrina, she left Treynilla behind because of course she thought she’d be back in a few days. But then she couldn’t come back and a week after the storm she was watching the news, just like the whole world was watching the news, and she saw her apartment building burning down. Half the city was underwater but there was no water to put out the fire, so she watched it burn, just like the whole world watched it burn.
Treynilla may have been the hurricane’s tiniest victim but I like to think she was one its mightiest. I like to think she went down fighting, like a ninja.
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The Meters, “Hey Pocky A-Way” // via songsfromtreme
They played this as the hot sun went down at Jazz Fest ‘06, the one that patched our broken hearts, the one we needed way down in our soul. Never danced like that before, never will again.
PS: If you’ve never heard this song … it moves me, makes me believe….
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Rebirth Brass Band, “Do Watcha Wanna” // via songsfromtreme
REBIRTH IS PLAYING AT MY FRIENDS KATIE & CHRIS’ NOLA WEDDING.
Hell to the yes.
That is all.
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