mardiclawblog: summertime, and the livings FAR from easy

Sunday, June 13, 2010

summertime, and the livings FAR from easy

When Jazz Fest arrived right round earth day, we all were on a big high... Afterall, it seemed like it was gonna be a good year. We had rebounded, and we're coming into that five year window, that WE survived. As a city, as friends, as a community.

Then, that fateful blowout in the gulf, and the amount of BS, from BP, MSM, and the fed's. The lies, upon lies, upon lies, making it seem like Katrina all over again... only worse. Watching the news spin it, watching BP buy up huge lots for ads claiming they're doing all they can, and now FEMA, that four letter word, coming into play.

and just when it was safe to enjoy our summer.

I am horrified, discusted, and angry. I'm trying my best to put it on canvas, and I have a feeling, the country will be seeing OIL SPILL fatique, much like katrina, before summers end. Only that OIL? is WAY more than they ever said.

watching rachel maddow the other night, was one of the few reports I've seen that was accurate. Anderson Cooper stands in the quarter with James Carville, speculating... But Rachel? she gets in a boat, and takes you there.

John Voight decides to blast the president... Yeah, we live in the age of the blame game. Its all Obama's fault, cause thats how the republicans spin things, when they don't want you to see the real truth. A big Halliburton sign should be hung right there, where it says to blame Obama. This has more to do with Bush, and Cheney, than it does Obama. Those two made sure regulations were removed, and those two sold this country to corporations, and to big Oil, making us all slaves to the big oily man.

Sorry, but there will never be a day in my life that I forgive Dubya, and Darth Cheney. After eight years of wars we went into, so they could profit, to watching those two turn disaster upon disaster into more profits for them, I began to find the america I grew up in? A place of lies, greed and deceptions. Still is, I'm still standing here at ground zero, watching it unfold again.

However, I believe in being proactive, so I paint my anger, I doth protest too much, and I make damn sure that I collect dog food, for families who now can't afford to keep their pets... put together a benefit, to save the birds, and will continue to keep chipping away at the false american dream, for those that are glued to the corporate idiot box, brainwashed, and Oiled, by an american nightmare.

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parking issues

now that I've sold my car, I can relish in the fact that I'm not part of the arguement between home owners, renters, and people who like to park their abandoned cars in front of my house. I mean, if your not driving your car? park it on your side lot, at YOUR house, not in front of mine.

this was a HUGE problem after katrina, and now has returned, as they took away parking spaces, so we could have a bike lane to nowhere. great urban planning, whomever decided to screw us... I really don't understand the bike lane. it turns on my street, runs up to the cemetary, and ends.

we didn't need a bike lane, this isn't a busy street, and we certainly didn't need to have parking spaces taken away. I'm sure the next thing coming? will be paying for parking, as I laugh, because I'm now carless.

I do agree with my neighbors. I mean, if your going to leave your car abandoned? put it on your property. the coming and going of random spaces, always has worked fine, until someone new moves into "the orange house", and then dumps their car in front of my house.

I remember one lady who dumped her car, and parked it about a foot and a half out into the street. her car was full of clothing, garbage and more. she didn't live in the orange house, but she had friends there. I got up one morning and decided I'd had enough. I pushed her car with mine, and then she appeared, and finally moved it. she had texas plates.

then there was the guy who dumped his car without an engine in it, in front of my house. Another who dumped a car that they were stripping.

it gets old. show some respect for your neighbors, and don't hog all the spots. put your abandoned vehicle somewhere else.

SURREYS uptown

I have had another surrey's opportunity for the holiday season. The new surrey's opened a while back next to le bon temps rouler. WHAT a great marriage of breakfast food, and bloody mary's while you wait.

I'm pretty partial to surrey's food. I love the shrimp and grits, the banana's fosters french toast, costa rican breakfast, and even the tofu breakfast with its thai twist, a little heat, a lotta bell peppers. ( I'm not fond of mushrooms, so they make it bell peppers for me )

Lita is an awesome chef. she has a few specialties that aren't on the menu, but I've had the pleasure of trying them. I especially loved the butternut squash soup, and the white bean and turkey chili she had over the holiday.

you can sit outside, or in. you can even sit outside with your dog, which many folks do. I really enjoyed the clientele, and the service.

I especially love the new art up. YES, its myself, judy digeorge, rachelle o brien, and one other I can't pronounce, or spell. but either way, you gotta admit, surrey's always has great stuff on their walls.

get up there enjoy lunch, brunch or breakfast, and buy some art. ENJOY!

the case of henry glover vs NOPD

and the officer laughed, as he burned the body of henry glover, a man who just days after hurricane katrina, was brought by his friends to the police station, for medical attention. his friends beaten, and henry taken out in a car to the levee, a bullet to his head, and a flare in the car, burning the evidence. Including, the officer returning to the scene of the crime to steal the skull from the victims body.

I don't think Duress properly explains what happened here. I think RACIST SHIT is a better explanation. COLD blooded murder, in the name of NOPD.

And to think our tax payer money is spent on racist shitheads like the officers who did this.

I know that they needed a break, we all did. but it doesn't give ANYONE the right to murder.

five year anniversary of katrina, with wild man john and flagboy honee

I really want to take the time this year to commemorate the growth we've had since K. I know that the oil spill seems to be overshadowing everything, but I think its important to rejoice in rebuilding, and passing this five year anniversary.

With the Treme ending its first season, seeing friends immortalized on television, knowing that maybe, just maybe, Americans now have a sense of what we're about, or not, just knowing that my hood has changed for the better.

Used to be a drug house, just houses away... now gone. Used to be murders one block up by children, upon children... finally stopped. Seeing the possiblity of a grocery store within a block of my house? Well, progress indeed.

But my point is this... Join me, and The Mardi Gras Indians this August 29th, as we do a mini pub crawl/secondline, into the hi ho lounge... to celebrate our moving forward, and our positive affirmations, that this city has come a long way since that fateful day.

I collected hurricane stories when I returned to New Orleans... As a Bartender in the CBD. many of the stories I got were from folks returning to the ninth ward. The restaurant/Bar I worked in was well known for soul food, so many of the customers were African American, Creole, and born and raised in New Orleans. They provided some very interesting insight into things I had no idea that went on. I will share these stories from time to time, eventually I would love to publish them, along with some 7,000 photos I took when I returned home. I went out and shot spots over and over as they changed. you'll see some of these from time to time too.

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Sunday, June 13, 2010

summertime, and the livings FAR from easy

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