wow... talk about ash wed... didn't happen for me, instead I was up early, painted, dressed up in costume, and out the door with friends, kim, lisa, and myself, and wendy too, for a shoot for society of st anne, for the HBO series treme. LOL upon arrival? tom harvey, lani, her son, and more. it just keeps gettin better. although, its sacred to done a costume on ash wednesday for some, I just keep remembering going to surrey's one year, and one will smith jr, was dressed as the pope, seating the long line of hungover folks with ashes on their foreheads...
well, this day would turn out to be a long one. Melissa Leo, brought some of David Mills ashes to the shoot, and before we shot anything? she put him in the big muddy, and that set the somber tone for the next shot. Took several takes, and I got to be done front, it was a bit chilly, and the rain was slowing down. I don't want to give away too much, so I'll keep it simple.
we did the river shot a few times, after breakfast, after lunch, then we did a scene of revelers on bourbon street. David Morse was there, he's much taller than I expected. lots of beads flying, lots of people milling about and hugging, kissing, dancing, and more. a fun shot.
then, when it was all over, went home, and woke up with mardigras/ashwed flu. horrific. ached all over, feverish beyond belief. two days of sweats, and aches, and finally broke on the third day. then the aches of coughin so much. it was a long three days.
but back to work now. life begins again.
miguel and big queen
anba dlo parade
Monday, March 14, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
bacchendymion box of wine... LOL
wow, tomorrow is gonna be a hella day. due to bad weather, endymion has been moved behind bacchus, making our little parade called box of wine? into a monster of a roll. I'm sure we'll be moving really fast. seems like parades are flying by. Anyhow, if you can get out there, look for us right behind thoth. right in front of bacchus, and racing to keep up.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
delusion indeed... deepwater
wow, what a great week. it started with the "My Scary Valentine" tumble, and ended with deepwater delusion. had a blast at both, but the gras is now upon us, and the week was long. I did banners for delusion, davis rogan, and the krewe of muu muu, PLUS, did repaint on the floats, lettering, and general run round to get stuff done. PLUS, selling lots of paintings and getting oysters to dry, paint, glue condoms on, and black pearls, and waaaaaa-lah! a fun throw. plus we made oyster shells, to wear, outta paper mache, and then separating beads, made for more mayhem. by the time we were done? wow. mission accomplished.
the line up was long, got there a little earlier than we shoulda, then got sidetracked, but eventually folded in. what a great time. the drum cart? always a favorite. they just make any parade.
the after party? didn't care for the venue. too expensive. drinks were $7 and up. no thanks. so over to Eddies house, then several venues before we settled in. Didn't drink a whole lot on the route. more interested in stayin out of any bathroom debaucle... like not finding one.
spent great times this week, and look forward to relaxing this week, before the chaos begins. Painting an entire marching krewe for sparta, then a wedding party. should be fun.
I got wildmans skeleton to finish, the banners for burning spear, and commissions... PLUS prepping for jackson square. so much to do!
stay tuned as the season keeps moving on.
the line up was long, got there a little earlier than we shoulda, then got sidetracked, but eventually folded in. what a great time. the drum cart? always a favorite. they just make any parade.
the after party? didn't care for the venue. too expensive. drinks were $7 and up. no thanks. so over to Eddies house, then several venues before we settled in. Didn't drink a whole lot on the route. more interested in stayin out of any bathroom debaucle... like not finding one.
spent great times this week, and look forward to relaxing this week, before the chaos begins. Painting an entire marching krewe for sparta, then a wedding party. should be fun.
I got wildmans skeleton to finish, the banners for burning spear, and commissions... PLUS prepping for jackson square. so much to do!
stay tuned as the season keeps moving on.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Party Like A Pyrate
YES INDEED, the people of New Orleans have their own pyrate party. Not to be confused with nolapyrateweek... thats not a locals event, but party like a pyrate is. Pub Crawls, haunted pyrate ghost tours, parades, and all out fun, with the people who actually live here.
Krewe of Wenches will be sponsering a wonderful little charity that we will unveil here really soon. keep a weather eye out!
Krewe of Wenches will be sponsering a wonderful little charity that we will unveil here really soon. keep a weather eye out!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Happy Mardigras!
it is upon us. As a local, I'm hiding, going to meetings, making plans of themes, costumes, banners, paintings, and throws. Krewe Du Vieux really kicks it off for me, and I've been a member since K. I rolled in the first parade after the storm. It was an experience that topped off going through the hurricane itself...
this year is most likely going to be different, as I'm short on cash, yet working hard FOR cash, and changing my employment to reflect more art, and less bar.
So you just might see me out there in a different krewe this year!
YES INDEED!
Some things have changed, beginning with krewe of bierbog in baton rouge. I would love to roll again, but I don't think I can, because I have to work that night. Only two shifts a week these days, so I can't really ask for them off. Last year, I rolled, and I also designed the float for this spanishtown subkrewe, and won the best float award. I had a blast, I had no idea that a parade in baton rouge could even compare to my new orleans.
then there's a new party like a pyrate party going on in april, before the pyrateweek people come here. I regret ever having anything to do with them, as they spread all kinds of BS last year. From saying they lived here, to saying they volunteered their time, to whatever other BS they could come up with. Lets just say that I'm not real fond of people who "pretend" to live here. Including the 504 area code phone that they pay for, just to keep up the charade.
either way, us locals will have already done our pyrate thing, by the time they arrive. I'm sure the entire "8" or so people they get to come, will be the ones disappointed, so I try really hard to get the word out. Whatever you do, don't give them money. you can donate your services anytime to lower nine, and you can participate in pyrate stuff here in nola, if you stay in touch with the krewe of wenches, or krewe of pyrates. nolapyrateweek is a couple from canada. NOT from nola.
boxx of wine, I think I'm rollin, right out there in front of bacchus. Krewe Delusion, and possibly the valentines parade too. we'll see. Either way, I'll be out there on mardigras day with wildman john, of the wild tchoupatoulas, and then later on mardigras day, checkin in with sysco red, and burning spear tribe at five pm at the hi ho lounge.
so get out there and enjoy the gras.
it will be a long carnival this year... YES INDEED!
this year is most likely going to be different, as I'm short on cash, yet working hard FOR cash, and changing my employment to reflect more art, and less bar.
So you just might see me out there in a different krewe this year!
YES INDEED!
Some things have changed, beginning with krewe of bierbog in baton rouge. I would love to roll again, but I don't think I can, because I have to work that night. Only two shifts a week these days, so I can't really ask for them off. Last year, I rolled, and I also designed the float for this spanishtown subkrewe, and won the best float award. I had a blast, I had no idea that a parade in baton rouge could even compare to my new orleans.
then there's a new party like a pyrate party going on in april, before the pyrateweek people come here. I regret ever having anything to do with them, as they spread all kinds of BS last year. From saying they lived here, to saying they volunteered their time, to whatever other BS they could come up with. Lets just say that I'm not real fond of people who "pretend" to live here. Including the 504 area code phone that they pay for, just to keep up the charade.
either way, us locals will have already done our pyrate thing, by the time they arrive. I'm sure the entire "8" or so people they get to come, will be the ones disappointed, so I try really hard to get the word out. Whatever you do, don't give them money. you can donate your services anytime to lower nine, and you can participate in pyrate stuff here in nola, if you stay in touch with the krewe of wenches, or krewe of pyrates. nolapyrateweek is a couple from canada. NOT from nola.
boxx of wine, I think I'm rollin, right out there in front of bacchus. Krewe Delusion, and possibly the valentines parade too. we'll see. Either way, I'll be out there on mardigras day with wildman john, of the wild tchoupatoulas, and then later on mardigras day, checkin in with sysco red, and burning spear tribe at five pm at the hi ho lounge.
so get out there and enjoy the gras.
it will be a long carnival this year... YES INDEED!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
end of the year/murder
how frustrating, to go on vacation, knowing that home invasions are up, and even rape and torture. AND to know that the victims? are friends, making it even scarier. Not so much as a peep from the police on this issue, not so much of a report listed for the public. I don't know if they were reported, and I don't know why, if they were reported? that the public hasn't been warned. I do know this, everyone is on edge, and is talking about it.
So much so, that I warned a couple of it, just doors down, before I left town. Then, the day after christmas, I get word from our housesitter, that a man had been murdered, at that very house. NOW, I'm concerned even more, and unfortunately my mind somehow had the notion, that it was the couple.
It was. They had just moved here. I'm not sure what really happened, but Jon is gone, and left behind is his girlfriend and their puppy.
then, days later a fire would claim 8 more. sleeping in a warehouse, and burning debris, didn't end well. I knew one of the 8, and now just found out that one of the 8, is a friends daughter. A Local girl.
as I read posts everywhere, trying to make sense of what happened, I'm compelled to make commentary, that you might agree with, and might not.
you just don't light fires in the middle of a building, without the proper "damper" to handle the carbon monoxide. its called a fireplace for a reason. I know, it was cold out, but common sense should've still be in place. really frightening stuff.
To add insult to injury, two close friends, lost their lovers, this holiday season. To Morwen, and to Rhonda, I wish you the best. Whatever I can do for you, let me know.
To all of you out there, is it me, or does it seem that the end of the year, is always filled with murder? Like we have to try and keep those numbers up? I mean, 26 bullets into magnolia shorty? really?
well, to my dismay, the patrols have stopped here on st roch. A petition, to make them go away. days later, a murder. At the same time? those same patrols, missed gunshots just a half block away, while cruising. Police never even heard the shots just weeks before Jon's murder.
So the petition? not really the problem. more like the police.
The only way to be accountable? Or to think its all accountable? Is police reports. Basically a report of crimes in your neighborhood. The police should provide that.
transparency....
So much so, that I warned a couple of it, just doors down, before I left town. Then, the day after christmas, I get word from our housesitter, that a man had been murdered, at that very house. NOW, I'm concerned even more, and unfortunately my mind somehow had the notion, that it was the couple.
It was. They had just moved here. I'm not sure what really happened, but Jon is gone, and left behind is his girlfriend and their puppy.
then, days later a fire would claim 8 more. sleeping in a warehouse, and burning debris, didn't end well. I knew one of the 8, and now just found out that one of the 8, is a friends daughter. A Local girl.
as I read posts everywhere, trying to make sense of what happened, I'm compelled to make commentary, that you might agree with, and might not.
you just don't light fires in the middle of a building, without the proper "damper" to handle the carbon monoxide. its called a fireplace for a reason. I know, it was cold out, but common sense should've still be in place. really frightening stuff.
To add insult to injury, two close friends, lost their lovers, this holiday season. To Morwen, and to Rhonda, I wish you the best. Whatever I can do for you, let me know.
To all of you out there, is it me, or does it seem that the end of the year, is always filled with murder? Like we have to try and keep those numbers up? I mean, 26 bullets into magnolia shorty? really?
well, to my dismay, the patrols have stopped here on st roch. A petition, to make them go away. days later, a murder. At the same time? those same patrols, missed gunshots just a half block away, while cruising. Police never even heard the shots just weeks before Jon's murder.
So the petition? not really the problem. more like the police.
The only way to be accountable? Or to think its all accountable? Is police reports. Basically a report of crimes in your neighborhood. The police should provide that.
transparency....
Thursday, December 16, 2010
my black and gold reign, a repost...
I knew back a few weeks, when I decided to paint a giant Drew Brees, that something was different. Maybe it was sitting there watching each game, each week, being on the computer and sharing the plays with friends, or the entire city showing their faith, but I knew then, what I see now… A Black and Gold Supabeauxl.
From that first game after katrina that held us all together, to last nights victory, we’ve come from great tragedy to a great victory. The dome represents so many horrific things, right down to the fact that they painted it white shortly after, so as to not remind us of “Katrina”. I had friends at the dome that fateful night, and the stories were shameful. The people inside, and those at the convention center, all “Entertainment” for an America that sat and watched helpless as this city drowned. We were a tragedy unfolding, and becoming ONE giant reality TV show gone REAL.
The Emotions of that first home game with U2 and green day seemed to set the tone for the victory we would wait four years for. A Victory that each one of us earned, even though sometimes, it was on a couch with a beer in hand. Victory was KEY, to a city that has been struggling to move forward. Drew Brees coming to the game, to represent and help us rebuild, not only our Faith, but our team.
That last game? When fans showed at the Superdome with family members ashes, and more… The time had come. Fans representin the black and gold, and the decibles inside reflected the amount of pride and energy that WHO DAT fans have. Team members couldn’t hear each other, and the black and gold grew louder. Jokes with locals revolved around the fact that it was mardi gras, and we were all trained to scream for beads, therefore, screaming for a black and gold supabeauxl, had just crashed into the greatest gras since Katrina.
I remember being broken down in a car, somewhere in Alabama, driving back from a wedding we thought we’d never go to, but did,,,, once forced to leave a drowned city. Car broken down, and a new friend arriving to bring us to his house, while we waited for a ride back. He turned on that game, and I became a puddle of tears seeing the Saints on the field, while we all were roaming the country for someplace not only to live, but to SEE that game.
Then the return to the dome, and U2, green day, september ending, and the beginning of the mass return to New Orleans herself. Coming home to no electricity, no heat, no hot water, and yet, proud to be home. Even if it meant racing from one red cross station to another for ice, one salvation army truck after another, or driving long distances to make groceries, or dealing with a forced curfew, that you NEVER thought possible in a city once 24/7. Katrina may have crushed us on television sets, but back home, we were finally rising up, and returning…. NO MATTER WHAT.
It became evident that something was happening. That Gras had no brass bands until we got to muses… and babylon and chaos… that night the music returned, and that night a white float passed by with no riders… symbolizing all those lost during that fateful night. The playing cards I scored that night spoke of all the politicians who had turned their backs on us, and left us to drown. An Entire country that saw us as less than human, like animals caged and set free to pillage a city that was left behind. NOT ONE GOOD story that happened, was put on tv to linger as long as the stories of looting, and shooting. AND as someone who DID stay and walk around, my anger inside was turning to rage. A nation that sat glued to a television set watching a third world country go through a MAN MADE disaster… (yes thats right, the levee failures) and a nation making social commentary on the fact that THEY didn’t think we should EVEN HAVE A GRAS!
Well, I think that southern comfort billboard said it all…. NOTHING STOPS MARDI GRAS…. NOTHING.
We were all returning, home or no home, to bond as new orleanians at the mardi gras. Some for the first time since the storm.
And now, the Black and Gold Mardi Gras begins… From what I saw out and about last night? This will be a gras to remember. One filled with as much Joy as that first one after katrina. People were in their cars headed to the french quarter last night… the entire gulf coast just took a deep collective sigh, and felt that release of grief, that relief of pride and glory, KNOWING that last nights television airing of the supabeauxl, was now showing america something heroic, and not a tragedy.
That fateful day, that brought us to our knees, was forever changed by one Drew Brees….
I can honestly say that I’ve never felt such emotion during a football game. We had a few who hadn’t seen a supabeauxl game, we had a few who knew nothing of the game, we had some who had a hard time watching because they had been such lifelong fans, and then there were those in the room so confident that they just smiled during those first few moments where we were behind.
Texts poured in from friends all over the country at the beginning of this game… a nationwide WHO DAT NATION rose to the occasion…. I mean, who doesn’t like to see the Underdog win? . I laughed at all the music that has risen up just FOR this occasion. WHO DATS everywhere were joyful, and we were ALL IN THAT NUMBER. We were all marching in at that kickoff…
I knew a voodoo priest who had blessed them, I knew fans with parents ashes at that game, I knew there were voodoo dolls with pins waiting to come out, I heard about the citywide prayer vigil, I knew that this religious city would bring out all the spirits, and those long gone, would be standing over us, and I knew it was going to be a victory. The Spirits, the Sinners, and all the Saints, would make sure that the black and gold were no longer “Ain’ts”.
Knew the second half would be when we made it OUR game.
And there it was. the entire room rose up, and the city with it. The deafening sound of victory in New Orleans was now rising, and we were there.
I ran out the house with friends into the street… Cars were going by playing get crunk! Standing there in the middle of the street in the cold? was something I’ll remember for a lifetime. You could hear bourbon street, you could hear the neighborhood, and car horns, fireworks, who dats everywhere windows flew up and yelling WHO DAT WHO DAT WHO DAT WHO DAT…
It was almost like a Dr Seuss dream… all the cindy lou who dats were out the BOX!
I even got a text “WHO DA FUCK DAT”, and it was like the WHO DAT that went around the world.!!
I know for the next six months the “WHO DAT” will be the common greeting. I know that come tuesday, I will see history… the parade that we have waited for, will come out of the DOME SWEET DOME, and roll through this great city… a sea of black and gold, and JOY… sheer JOY.
Looking about the room at that victorious moment? TEARS streaming, TEARS flowing… laughter, tears, joy and more… Then seeing all the who dats in Miami, refusing to leave the stadium? BIG LAUGHTER all around. When I got home later? They were still sitting there WAITING for their team…
I ate so much food yesterday, because of the anxiety, because of all the energy I was expending just watching… waiting for it.. I felt I had played that game by the time it was over, I was exhausted. I got to watch it with some very close friends too, which made it even better…
Then the texts poured in again from all over the country. WHO FUCKIN DAT, seemed to be the resounding who dat pouring forth…
The walk to the quarter, staring at that giant parking lot of fans, flags, screams, horns, high fives, sheer joy, and more… the party had officially started.. my thoughts of how great it would be, having america see us, ALL of us, showing our black and gold… WITH NO RIOTING…
An incredible thing to even think of going to miami? I don’t think so. I’m proud fans went there, I’m even prouder that folks are heading here right now… knowing that this mardi gras is gonna be the shit. Knowing that the amount of money pouring out of the pockets, and into the city? YEAH U RITE! I can only believe what the quarter looks like RIGHT NOW. No one has slept, NO one… NO ONE WILL BE AT WORK TODAY…
we have come back… we brought the hurricane brees to miami, we have a NEW MAYOR, and a NEW BEGINNING, and no more PITY PARTY… but a Pride that will glow for quite some time. LOMBARDI GRAS is ON!!! If you are thinking of coming here? get moving… this is history, and this time? I hope Americans who dissed us take note… We might be a third world country inside the US, but WE HERE… WE BACK… WE DAT!
WHO DAT!
From that first game after katrina that held us all together, to last nights victory, we’ve come from great tragedy to a great victory. The dome represents so many horrific things, right down to the fact that they painted it white shortly after, so as to not remind us of “Katrina”. I had friends at the dome that fateful night, and the stories were shameful. The people inside, and those at the convention center, all “Entertainment” for an America that sat and watched helpless as this city drowned. We were a tragedy unfolding, and becoming ONE giant reality TV show gone REAL.
The Emotions of that first home game with U2 and green day seemed to set the tone for the victory we would wait four years for. A Victory that each one of us earned, even though sometimes, it was on a couch with a beer in hand. Victory was KEY, to a city that has been struggling to move forward. Drew Brees coming to the game, to represent and help us rebuild, not only our Faith, but our team.
That last game? When fans showed at the Superdome with family members ashes, and more… The time had come. Fans representin the black and gold, and the decibles inside reflected the amount of pride and energy that WHO DAT fans have. Team members couldn’t hear each other, and the black and gold grew louder. Jokes with locals revolved around the fact that it was mardi gras, and we were all trained to scream for beads, therefore, screaming for a black and gold supabeauxl, had just crashed into the greatest gras since Katrina.
I remember being broken down in a car, somewhere in Alabama, driving back from a wedding we thought we’d never go to, but did,,,, once forced to leave a drowned city. Car broken down, and a new friend arriving to bring us to his house, while we waited for a ride back. He turned on that game, and I became a puddle of tears seeing the Saints on the field, while we all were roaming the country for someplace not only to live, but to SEE that game.
Then the return to the dome, and U2, green day, september ending, and the beginning of the mass return to New Orleans herself. Coming home to no electricity, no heat, no hot water, and yet, proud to be home. Even if it meant racing from one red cross station to another for ice, one salvation army truck after another, or driving long distances to make groceries, or dealing with a forced curfew, that you NEVER thought possible in a city once 24/7. Katrina may have crushed us on television sets, but back home, we were finally rising up, and returning…. NO MATTER WHAT.
It became evident that something was happening. That Gras had no brass bands until we got to muses… and babylon and chaos… that night the music returned, and that night a white float passed by with no riders… symbolizing all those lost during that fateful night. The playing cards I scored that night spoke of all the politicians who had turned their backs on us, and left us to drown. An Entire country that saw us as less than human, like animals caged and set free to pillage a city that was left behind. NOT ONE GOOD story that happened, was put on tv to linger as long as the stories of looting, and shooting. AND as someone who DID stay and walk around, my anger inside was turning to rage. A nation that sat glued to a television set watching a third world country go through a MAN MADE disaster… (yes thats right, the levee failures) and a nation making social commentary on the fact that THEY didn’t think we should EVEN HAVE A GRAS!
Well, I think that southern comfort billboard said it all…. NOTHING STOPS MARDI GRAS…. NOTHING.
We were all returning, home or no home, to bond as new orleanians at the mardi gras. Some for the first time since the storm.
And now, the Black and Gold Mardi Gras begins… From what I saw out and about last night? This will be a gras to remember. One filled with as much Joy as that first one after katrina. People were in their cars headed to the french quarter last night… the entire gulf coast just took a deep collective sigh, and felt that release of grief, that relief of pride and glory, KNOWING that last nights television airing of the supabeauxl, was now showing america something heroic, and not a tragedy.
That fateful day, that brought us to our knees, was forever changed by one Drew Brees….
I can honestly say that I’ve never felt such emotion during a football game. We had a few who hadn’t seen a supabeauxl game, we had a few who knew nothing of the game, we had some who had a hard time watching because they had been such lifelong fans, and then there were those in the room so confident that they just smiled during those first few moments where we were behind.
Texts poured in from friends all over the country at the beginning of this game… a nationwide WHO DAT NATION rose to the occasion…. I mean, who doesn’t like to see the Underdog win? . I laughed at all the music that has risen up just FOR this occasion. WHO DATS everywhere were joyful, and we were ALL IN THAT NUMBER. We were all marching in at that kickoff…
I knew a voodoo priest who had blessed them, I knew fans with parents ashes at that game, I knew there were voodoo dolls with pins waiting to come out, I heard about the citywide prayer vigil, I knew that this religious city would bring out all the spirits, and those long gone, would be standing over us, and I knew it was going to be a victory. The Spirits, the Sinners, and all the Saints, would make sure that the black and gold were no longer “Ain’ts”.
Knew the second half would be when we made it OUR game.
And there it was. the entire room rose up, and the city with it. The deafening sound of victory in New Orleans was now rising, and we were there.
I ran out the house with friends into the street… Cars were going by playing get crunk! Standing there in the middle of the street in the cold? was something I’ll remember for a lifetime. You could hear bourbon street, you could hear the neighborhood, and car horns, fireworks, who dats everywhere windows flew up and yelling WHO DAT WHO DAT WHO DAT WHO DAT…
It was almost like a Dr Seuss dream… all the cindy lou who dats were out the BOX!
I even got a text “WHO DA FUCK DAT”, and it was like the WHO DAT that went around the world.!!
I know for the next six months the “WHO DAT” will be the common greeting. I know that come tuesday, I will see history… the parade that we have waited for, will come out of the DOME SWEET DOME, and roll through this great city… a sea of black and gold, and JOY… sheer JOY.
Looking about the room at that victorious moment? TEARS streaming, TEARS flowing… laughter, tears, joy and more… Then seeing all the who dats in Miami, refusing to leave the stadium? BIG LAUGHTER all around. When I got home later? They were still sitting there WAITING for their team…
I ate so much food yesterday, because of the anxiety, because of all the energy I was expending just watching… waiting for it.. I felt I had played that game by the time it was over, I was exhausted. I got to watch it with some very close friends too, which made it even better…
Then the texts poured in again from all over the country. WHO FUCKIN DAT, seemed to be the resounding who dat pouring forth…
The walk to the quarter, staring at that giant parking lot of fans, flags, screams, horns, high fives, sheer joy, and more… the party had officially started.. my thoughts of how great it would be, having america see us, ALL of us, showing our black and gold… WITH NO RIOTING…
An incredible thing to even think of going to miami? I don’t think so. I’m proud fans went there, I’m even prouder that folks are heading here right now… knowing that this mardi gras is gonna be the shit. Knowing that the amount of money pouring out of the pockets, and into the city? YEAH U RITE! I can only believe what the quarter looks like RIGHT NOW. No one has slept, NO one… NO ONE WILL BE AT WORK TODAY…
we have come back… we brought the hurricane brees to miami, we have a NEW MAYOR, and a NEW BEGINNING, and no more PITY PARTY… but a Pride that will glow for quite some time. LOMBARDI GRAS is ON!!! If you are thinking of coming here? get moving… this is history, and this time? I hope Americans who dissed us take note… We might be a third world country inside the US, but WE HERE… WE BACK… WE DAT!
WHO DAT!
Monday, December 13, 2010
new art market
So since changes are goin on at the hi ho lounge, I decided to back off and let things go, however, they're going to go. Myself? a new direction, so as I lose saturday nights, I gain one saturday day. and its an art market idea. I have been asked to alternate my saturdays, which I won't do. So I'm giving them up, and just going to move in another direction. I am more concerned with my art, then the drama of booking, and arguing over something as trite as finding someone to blame for the mishaps of successful evenings.
the market will cost each vendor about ten dollars each, and we take no cut after that. we have two backyards and two stages, so we will add the element of live music to it. I'm madly searching for someone to do food. artists are easy to find, but food, not so easy, so I might approach Biddles, to bring his bbq. By the time the temperatures warm up, the backyard, and outside of bar, can be utilized, making for a fun day of art, food, music, and drinks.
if your interested, drop me a line.
thanks.
MC
the market will cost each vendor about ten dollars each, and we take no cut after that. we have two backyards and two stages, so we will add the element of live music to it. I'm madly searching for someone to do food. artists are easy to find, but food, not so easy, so I might approach Biddles, to bring his bbq. By the time the temperatures warm up, the backyard, and outside of bar, can be utilized, making for a fun day of art, food, music, and drinks.
if your interested, drop me a line.
thanks.
MC
Thursday, December 2, 2010
yoga classes at skull club
thanks to Melissa for the wonderful class. Especially with all the illness Kim and I have had for the last week, that class kicked by azz. lots of sweatin, stretchin, breathin, and more. I'm pretty stiff, hours later, while the girl behind me stretched herself like a pretzel. WOW.
I look forward to this every thursday. at eleven am, a most wonderful way to start my day off. Ashanti yoga isn't a competitive thing, more of a stretch, and beginning learning session for those who aren't necessarily limber enough to do yoga. I have bad knees, so there's quite a bit I can't do. Melissa didn't push me.
At times I felt pretty weak, but all in all, I feel very balanced today. Moving all that blood, and oxygen? a great thing!
If your at all interested in joining up with us? I will tell you DO IT! I feel sore, tired, but energized, and I know that down the line? I'll be a much healthier person for it.
I look forward to this every thursday. at eleven am, a most wonderful way to start my day off. Ashanti yoga isn't a competitive thing, more of a stretch, and beginning learning session for those who aren't necessarily limber enough to do yoga. I have bad knees, so there's quite a bit I can't do. Melissa didn't push me.
At times I felt pretty weak, but all in all, I feel very balanced today. Moving all that blood, and oxygen? a great thing!
If your at all interested in joining up with us? I will tell you DO IT! I feel sore, tired, but energized, and I know that down the line? I'll be a much healthier person for it.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
and they call that jury doodie!
dog doodie indeed! the entire month of november I found myself at the mercy of the new orleans criminal justice system. there was a couple of thursdays thrown in for good measure, but a total of six days spent in a room, with uncomfortable chairs, unknowing temperatures, and I felt like a hostage.
my first court case lasted all of ten minutes. we went upstairs, 55 jurors, and they brought out a man in chains. He was accused of first degree murder. He looked at us, and then spoke something to his lawyer. then he plead guilty. case over. 20 years. The judge bascally said that he brought us up, cause the guy WAS guilty, and they knew he'd fess up.
Hmmm, and drug dealers, and armed robbers get longer sentences. I looked up the guys case, and he did some pretty brutal murder. I don't think that getting 20 years, and possibility of parole for good behavior, is any way to solve this guys glitch. Or Mine.
then the next five days passed. sitting sometimes four hours, sometimes five, and today six. I got called up on a case of heroine and crack cocaine. they said it would be a case that would take an entire day. I pretty much have had the flu for the last week. I haven't felt well, or slept well. Thanksgiving was spent pretty much sucking down theraflu, and sleeping. I was not in a good mood, so when they asked if anyone had a problem with drug dealers? I spoke up and said, I'm a graveyard bartender, and I haven't slept. I see drug dealers every day, and I really don't see the difference between what he's sellin, and what I'm sellin. A drunk driver killing an innocent / a drug dealer selling heroine. Both guilty, so as far as I'm concerned, I don't think I'm really going to pay much attention to this case. I'm tired, and I've been up since yesterday afternoon.
Another guy spoke up and said he was a graveyard worker, and hadn't slept either. I basically closed my eyes, and just sat there, pissed off, tired, and waiting to see if my entire evening was about to be ruined.
about ten minutes later, the judge excused me and the other gentleman. We were told to go back downstairs, to sit and wait for????? I waited til about two, then got up, went to the front desk, and asked the woman WHEN do I get to go to lunch. She replied, What? you didn't go to lunch? I said, NO cause I got called to a case, and then sent back down here. I would like my hour lunch. Then the guy that was excused came up to my side, and said the same thing. The lady at the counter, made a few calls, and gave us ALL kinda attitude. Then the gentleman spoke up, and said, there's no reason to be rude, but WE BOTH were excused, and would like the same treatment as the rest of these folks.
another call, and suddenly, she looks at us, asks for our badges, and says go. I say, to lunch? she says, no your excused. So then the gentleman says, we have to come back? she glares and says , you can go home.
wow, I'm getting paid six dollars a day for five of the days. getting 20 for the two days I was called up. the check won't arrive, if it does at all, for another six months. In the meantime, It cost me cab fare several times to get there, because I work late, and I gave up, and lost my tuesday night shifts at work, because I work crazy shifts. 10 on sat nights, 14 or 15 on sunday nights, and another long monday... with the fringe fest and such the weekend before thanksgiving? I really got NO sleep, and ended up sick.
the justice system is flawed. For doing my civic doodie? I was treated like a criminal by the women who check you in. Glared at, each time I went to the bathroom, or went to get something to drink upstairs. The chairs? uncomfortable, since I have problems sitting so long. From one day to the next, the temperature would either be roasting, or freezing. courtrooms, always freezing.
all in all? I almost got put on the henry glover case, which is STILL going on a month later. How they can even try that case here? is beyond me. How they can even think that its going to be a fair trial? just proves my point. Orleans Parish? needs to get their shit together.
Jefferson Parish? one day jury duty, and 30 dollar pay.
WTF?
my first court case lasted all of ten minutes. we went upstairs, 55 jurors, and they brought out a man in chains. He was accused of first degree murder. He looked at us, and then spoke something to his lawyer. then he plead guilty. case over. 20 years. The judge bascally said that he brought us up, cause the guy WAS guilty, and they knew he'd fess up.
Hmmm, and drug dealers, and armed robbers get longer sentences. I looked up the guys case, and he did some pretty brutal murder. I don't think that getting 20 years, and possibility of parole for good behavior, is any way to solve this guys glitch. Or Mine.
then the next five days passed. sitting sometimes four hours, sometimes five, and today six. I got called up on a case of heroine and crack cocaine. they said it would be a case that would take an entire day. I pretty much have had the flu for the last week. I haven't felt well, or slept well. Thanksgiving was spent pretty much sucking down theraflu, and sleeping. I was not in a good mood, so when they asked if anyone had a problem with drug dealers? I spoke up and said, I'm a graveyard bartender, and I haven't slept. I see drug dealers every day, and I really don't see the difference between what he's sellin, and what I'm sellin. A drunk driver killing an innocent / a drug dealer selling heroine. Both guilty, so as far as I'm concerned, I don't think I'm really going to pay much attention to this case. I'm tired, and I've been up since yesterday afternoon.
Another guy spoke up and said he was a graveyard worker, and hadn't slept either. I basically closed my eyes, and just sat there, pissed off, tired, and waiting to see if my entire evening was about to be ruined.
about ten minutes later, the judge excused me and the other gentleman. We were told to go back downstairs, to sit and wait for????? I waited til about two, then got up, went to the front desk, and asked the woman WHEN do I get to go to lunch. She replied, What? you didn't go to lunch? I said, NO cause I got called to a case, and then sent back down here. I would like my hour lunch. Then the guy that was excused came up to my side, and said the same thing. The lady at the counter, made a few calls, and gave us ALL kinda attitude. Then the gentleman spoke up, and said, there's no reason to be rude, but WE BOTH were excused, and would like the same treatment as the rest of these folks.
another call, and suddenly, she looks at us, asks for our badges, and says go. I say, to lunch? she says, no your excused. So then the gentleman says, we have to come back? she glares and says , you can go home.
wow, I'm getting paid six dollars a day for five of the days. getting 20 for the two days I was called up. the check won't arrive, if it does at all, for another six months. In the meantime, It cost me cab fare several times to get there, because I work late, and I gave up, and lost my tuesday night shifts at work, because I work crazy shifts. 10 on sat nights, 14 or 15 on sunday nights, and another long monday... with the fringe fest and such the weekend before thanksgiving? I really got NO sleep, and ended up sick.
the justice system is flawed. For doing my civic doodie? I was treated like a criminal by the women who check you in. Glared at, each time I went to the bathroom, or went to get something to drink upstairs. The chairs? uncomfortable, since I have problems sitting so long. From one day to the next, the temperature would either be roasting, or freezing. courtrooms, always freezing.
all in all? I almost got put on the henry glover case, which is STILL going on a month later. How they can even try that case here? is beyond me. How they can even think that its going to be a fair trial? just proves my point. Orleans Parish? needs to get their shit together.
Jefferson Parish? one day jury duty, and 30 dollar pay.
WTF?
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