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My first mehndi.
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Here’s me in Bryant Park with the puddles, the begonias, the sycamores, and the ghosts of the heroin addicts and male prostitutes who used to call...
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I won you guys (at Marquee)
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Talking Heads- Sugar On My Tongue
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Today was/is my mom’s birthday.
Because I am a stupid fool and because I haven’t fully grokked enough Greek mythologies about pride and hubris, I...
Missing walking on the bayou at sunset tonight.
TONIGHT EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING.
We split a half and half fried shrimp and oyster po boy from Mahony’s today. Also the best coleslaw I’ve had in New Orleans - something to do with the mustard seeds, I think.
I regret nothing.
I was watching the local news the other day and the two top stories were about things collapsing. The first was a parade float, and the other was a house. “Who is responsible for float safety?” said the newscaster. It’s a serious question he’s asking.
Today there is a wicked storm, and no matter where I go, the lightning looks like it is landing just a block away. A tornado warning blares every five minutes on the radio. There are just some days here where I feel like the city might explode at any minute. All the electricity in the air. Everything is so old and rickety and combustible. One errant match is all it would take.
It only took me two and a half months to find my favorite cafe in New Orleans.
A lot of NYPD here. It was nice to see them. They were a big hit with the crowd.
The crawfish boils spill on the streets here.
“Each Friday during Lent, churches around New Orleans are transformed into bustling community cafeterias, full of people, suffused with the aroma of frying fish and driven by the pulse of deep tradition.”
More.
(Also: LOOK AT THAT PERFECT SIGN.)
These two were also facing each other. And actively not speaking.
These two were facing each other. Conversating.
