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On the 17th day of 2017, join me to celebrate my half-century mark.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017, 6-UNTIL at Banks St Bar
4401 Banks St, New Orleans, Louisiana 70119
Details subject to change. Check Facebook for updates.
Just excavated an old paper, not by me but about me — check it out.
I’m quoted in the this article by the indefatigable R Stephanie Bruno. Continue reading “New Orleans bicyclists enjoy improved conditions”
I’m going out on a limb and predict Obama wins in 2012. You may scoff but remember I have an unblemished record of success in this arena.
Forget two-point-oh, the web is turning two-oh (that’s twenty) in just over a month. Please join the celebration.
Got my check for working as an extra for HBO’s Treme. It seems the going rate for this kind of work around here is $7.25/hour for a non-union extra like me. Eight hours of that plus four hours at time and a half equals $101.50; after taxes, I got $95.77.
I was just coming home from the first real parade of the carnival season, fired up and aglow with the love, and I get online and I check my e-mail and I find myself on Facebook, looking at a kindly invitation to enjoy the next night’s diversions, looking at the profile of a friend, and I can’t help but notice his significant other is not listed — and the reason is fairly obvious. Even in our present day and age, homosexual relationships are not acknowledged and accepted in many circles. So I go to the kitchen for a late snack, and skim the paper’s entertainment supplement, and read of a documentary about how gay carnival krewes pioneered gay rights in this country well before Stonewall. And ultimately I can’t help feeling a deep sense of outrage: What is wrong with people? I remain forever committed to the idea that all is permitted, so long as we’re not hurting anyone.
Last Mardi Gras, a dog bit me on the calf. The marks are still visible today, one full year after the fact. I was recently informed that the dog has died. A friend joked that I had come out on top, which I thought was funny, but I do feel sorry for the dog and offer my condolences to the owner, should he ever read this.
Stirrings Espresso liqueur contains caffeine. The label notes that it contains caramel coloring, and not a word about caffeine. But trust me — it’s in there. Stands to reason, I guess. Live and learn. Now it’s after midnight, and I’m wired.
Folks who subscribe to e-mail updates for this blog (via Feedburner) may have noticed they aren’t coming regularly. This problem has been ongoing for about a week and I really have no idea why.
The time has come … for destroying those who destroy the earth.
Revelation 11:18 (New International Version, ©1984)
In addition to Xy’s birthday, we’re also celebrating Persephone’s 25,000th hour of life today; but how to explain this number to a toddler?
In case you missed it, a photo by yours truly featuring the infamous Xy is gracing an article on Lifehacker right now.
I just unearthed an old post, incomplete and never published, about going to church with Xy. I dusted it off, fleshed it out to the best of my memory, and it’s now available in the archives under March 18, 2007, which is probably wrong but it’s my best guess.
Some people criticize the green movement for being almost like a religious faith. Others say the green movement has lost touch with its spiritual roots. Now Dark Green Religion by Bron Taylor has landed on my reading list. I’ll report back if I figure anything out.
I’m quoted in this article from the morning paper.