One day, I will hit every parade on the eastbank. Not this year.
The 1 1/2 year old got a cold, and last night at the Thursday night parades got whacked in the face by an over-exuberent Chaos crew member who flung an unwrapped bundle of beads at her. Mom was holding her, and despite being Czech, doesn't have the Hasek-like reflexes of dad, so she got it in the face. She cried for a while, then recovered and wanted more beads, but today, the cold was really bad, and she had 2 kinda black eyes and a swollen nose.
Which meant we had to blow off parades on Friday night, including one of my faves, Krewe d'Etat. Gotta love the skull beads with the LEDs, man. I have some from 2002 that still work!
Elizabeth Hovde, a frigid bitch from the land where they think that using black pepper is living on the wild side, says that using taxpayer money to rebuild NOLA is a waste. In my typical understated, subtle way, I emailed her a response, and asked her to do something that is probably physically impossible (though I'd like to try) with a kitchen utensil.
OK, it was a rolling pin. I thought about a baseball bat, but I figured she had a rolling pin in the house.
And anybody that cites Tim Kusky as an authority is totally incompetent. This guy studies plate tectonics. I have more business being an expert on the levees as a PhD that actually studies geography, and lives here. Don't believe me, then ask NATO. I really want to bitch-slap this guy in person, not just in print.
My one paragraph on the ports: With globalization and this post-capitalism mentality, I can see how having a UAE firm managing the ports could happen. What if they reincorporate in the Carribbean? Will that make a difference? It did for Stanley, until public outcry forced them to backtrack. The problem for the Bush adminstration is that they have everyone so reactionary to fear and Arabs, that when something like this comes along (as is inevitable with globalization), they can't have it both ways. The whole fear Arabs and embrace globalization, because it's really good for
the boards of multinational corporations the American people has collided, and this is the crap that BushCo now has to deal with. And not everybody's buying it, although it did come from Pottery Barn.
Speaking of globalization, when will we get rid of this Olympic patriotic act. Let's have olympians compete for their corporate sponsors.
And in the medal count, Jim, Nike is kicking the holy shit out of Adidas/Salomon/Reebok by 217 to 12.
That's gotta hurt Adidas/Salomon/Reebok, Bob.
Not really, Jim. Think of Adidas/Salomon/Reebok as the Greece of sport manufacturers. They had their glory years, and now they are on the wane. Nike, of course, is China.
You know, Bob, Nike does make Google filter out all criticism of Nike in Oregon.
As well they should, Jim. It's their state.
Doesn't that mean it's China's state?
Right you are, Jim. Now, back to the Gatorade curling finals!
This guy has much more patience than me. I would have been courted off by air marshalls about 10 minutes after takeoff. My technique for my weekly Chicago-NOLA flights is to wear stinky shoes with no laces, and be as sleep deprived as possible. The Run-D.M.C. look makes it easy for me to take the shoes off for the metal detector (Thanks, TSA! to be read with the same sarcasm as Thanks, Houston), and the stench keeps fellow passengers from conversing with me. The sleepiness, along with a couple of Vicodin every trip, help me ignore my flightmates, and the associated drool scares off even those desperate for conversation.
Man, are these things beautiful. Here's a great idea, in the tradition of great architectural ideas following tragedies, and this probably won't see the light of day. I want to see these everywhere. For the price of a FEMA trailer, which have a life expectancy of less than a year, these can be built. They aren't eyesores, they fit just about anywhere architecturally, and they can be expanded. I wanna see some in purple. Hell, I want one in my backyard. I need the rental income to pay my newly raised Cox, Entergy, and Farmer's rates.
So I plan to go to Gatemouth's funeral on Saturday, the Wild Magnolias on Sunday, and all the parades in between. Also plan to meet up with some fellow blogger types.
Oh, and it happened. Somebody recognized me as the Krewe du Vieux mime, when I was in street clothes. Oh, the horror. Actually, it was one of the guys at the flag store at Magazine and Jackson, so it wasn't too bad. I was in there picking up my NOLA flag, my trois-fleurs-de-lis French flag, and my tricolore French flag. With those, and the Czech and Carnival flags we already have, there should be a nice rotation on the front of the house. Until Tuesday: the blue french flag and the carnival flag. Next up: NOLA.
Passez un bon week-end.