From now on, you go into a New Orleans bar, you go to Jazzfest, you go to a restaurant, you gotta show ID. If you have a south Louisiana ID, you get one rate; you don’t, you pay more. That's the way it is now, bitches.
If we aren’t Americans, then these motherfuckers are going to pay for not being New Orleanians.
Hell, I want a Fleur-de-lis on my passport, not a bird.
When I go to Europe, I can say, hey, I just want some levees, not bombs.
People around the world do this. In Germany, people from Munich think of themselves first as Bavarian, then eventually as German. In Prague, they are Bohemians first, and Czechs second. It’s not pure isolationism, but we need to take it further.
They’ve rejected us, we need to reject them.
Does anybody other than the Brits and the Commonwealth care about cricket? No. But there, it is life and blood. It used to be that way in the South with NASCAR, but now that has been homogenized and made palatable for the masses in places you wouldn't want to live inon a bet. Cricket is in the commonwealth culture, and they don't care if you don't understand it. If the rest of the US wants any of our culture, they must pay.
We have our own culture, our own society, our own history (not like theirs), our own little part of the world, and we don't give a flying fuckeroonie what they think.
And Alphonso Jackson? Fuck. You. I don’t want some cocksucker like you deciding who gets to come back to MY town. Go back to Dallas and hang out with Laurel Keating. I think you two will get along fine, except for the fact that you’re black, and neither one of you want to live around black people. You’re blunt. Fuck you. More like dull, blunt, obtuse, rounded at the free end. Maybe if you smoked more blunts, you wouldn’t be such a cocksucking, asshole piece of shit.
I hope Tiger Woods loses a testicle. Why can this motherfucker say he’s taking time off from playing golf to be with his dad, yet really go car racing and bungee jumping. Just to avoid coming to New Orleans to play in our golf tournament. If you don't want to come here, or if you're scared of being around black people, just say so. Lying sack of shit. Why the fuck aren’t you in New Orleans, bitch? Did we not pony up enough of an appearance fee? Like hell you drive a Buick, you lying piece of shit motherfucker. Why not just change your name to Nike, and cut the bullshit. You should be here in New Orleans as an ambassador of your sport. Well, you’re an ambassador of greed, an ambassador of all that’s wrong with your sport. Fuck off and die. Maybe they’ll bury you in a Nike-logo’d casket.
And Houston. Houston? I say we pull a Fidel Castro, and release all our prisoners, and give them a bus ride to Houston. That will save us money, and give them problems. Hell yeah. Let them wreak fucking havoc on your suburban sprawl, your big-ass SUVs, your vinyl-siding artificial ugly motherfucking houses. Katrina fatigue my ass. Bitches, we used to be Americans, too. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. Katrina fatigue. Fuck you. You want crime? We can go medieval on your ass, you fucking fucks.
As you may recall, last quarter I had my DB design class create a database for FEMA. A logistics database that was concerned with getting stuff from people that have it to people that need it. The students had to do a lot of work, researching things from sources they wouldn't normally use (WWL, T-P, FEMA). Most of the class was successful.
One student, who has since become an employee of Goldman-Sachs, happened to go to a conference, where she met Captain Tim Bayard, commander of the Vice and Narcotics division of the NOPD. She related our project to him, and he gave her his cell phone number. "He was quite interested in our project and the first comment out of his mouth when I told him about it was something to the effect that they really could've used something like this before and after the hurricane hit. He's definitely an interesting man!"
Today, I bought season tix for the Saints. I just couldn't bring myself to drop $1400 a piece for seats, so I'm sitting in DillyBerto land.
Section 635, row 7, is now da hood.
Here's a verbatim quote from my email:
I'm a huge fan of your blog, I log on everyday, seeing if you have made an update. I myself, am 22 years, old, I was born and raised in Mid-City (N. Hennessy Street), as a kid, I attended St. Anthony of Padua, John, Dibert, and Lusher. Unfortunately, while I was in 8th grade at Lusher, my parents decided to move to Metairie, and I had to finish up my high school in a no soul Metairie high school. Once I graduated high school, I was fortunate to go to Tulane, and graduate from there in 2005 May of last year, from the undergraduate business school program (finance major), so your constant updates on the disaster that is Scott Cowen in a post K world, are very welcoming.
When the storm was breathing down our throats, me and my family went to Atlanta, then Miami, and while I was in Miami, on a whim I decided to drive to Chicago, to make 'my life."
I was up there, staying in the oak park area (working in Naperville), and would frequent the Lincoln Park area, and thought it was nice, especially catching live concert shows, at Park West and Metro. I was in Chicago up until January of 2006. Then, something came over me, where, the constant strip mall paradise, and cookie cutter suburbs, just made me realize how much of a special place New Orleans was/is, and I told myself, "screw it, I'm going back, I'm not one to cower, or give up on MY city." So I returned to New Orleans.
While I was back here in New Orleans, during February, I'll admit, I had many doubts, I thought I made the wrong decision in leaving Chicago (as far as my personal professional development), and I would drive around New Orleans, seeing the depressed city it had become, and I myself became depressed.
However, I found your blog one day, and immediately was inspired by the passion you have for New Orleans, I suddenly remembered the pride I had in New Orleans, I had as a kid growing up in New Orleans; and I thought to myself "you know, Ashley is right, F, Houston, F, Atlanta, F Chicago, they have nothing on New Orleans, and the majority of the country will never truly understand what it means to live in New Orleans"
One thing you blog has taught me, is that, sometimes life is more than pursuing lucrative opportunities, sometimes it's just about being true to yourself, and New Orleans is true to me. This is an unprecedented time, a rebuilding of one of the greatest cities in the world, and I definitely, want to be a part of it, it's being a part of history.
I am slightly confused, however. Are you currently living in the New Orleans area? The only reason I ask, is because your typepad profile has you living in New Orleans, but your vita/resume, has you presently teaching at De Paul (which, by the way, is a nice little area, right in the heart of Lincoln Park).
Either way, I just want to thank you for your blog, your passion, and your efforts to New Orleans.
I feel so damned good about making people that need to be here want to come back here. People that don't want to eat at Chili's.
Amen. We need people like Ricky here. We need people like Whitney Marcell back here, too.
When I lived in Naperville, my wife would threaten me every winter because I would cocoon in a quilt and refuse to leave the house. When she asked why, I told her: "The people suck, the weather sucks, the food sucks, the architecture sucks, the music sucks. Why should I leave the house."
I go out all the time now.
I can only think about having forced exile in Houston or Atlanta now. Not getting anything close to a po' boy, let alone good crawfish or gumbo. Not having everybody say "how ya doin?" when they pass on the sidewalk. Not having neighbors who know each other. Not seeing the beautiful fretwork of a shotgun house.
If you're displaced, please, if you can, come on back home. We want you back.
“I’ve got to do some campaignin’, cause Ron sucked up all the money” -- C. Ray Nagin, interviewed after the election by WWL
Congrats to all the winners, and congrats to everybody that made the runoff. If you didn’t make the runoff, but you ran a clean campaign, then congratulations, you did yourself and your city proud. If you didn’t make the runoff, and you ran a mudslinging campaign, then apologize to your opponents before you lay your head down tonight. Shame on you.
Forman resorted to some utter garbage tactics toward the end, like the full page ad in the T-P stating that Landrieu was soft on juvenile crime. OK, Ron, and you’re soft on pay reform for CEOs of non-profits. Tacky, even for you. Bye-bye, go back to being the highest paid employee in Louisiana.
Couhig put up numbers that bode well for him in the future. Forman was like Couhig lite. I swear, if I found myself identifying with Forman’s platform, I would just go for Couhig. With Couhig, you know what you’re getting. I think that since Ronnie didn’t make the runoff, he should just go ahead and switch back to being a Republican.
Wilson did as poorly as I thought she would, and Watson did horribly. Go figure.
Oliver Thomas did very well, and got a straight-up win. Good for him. Looks like a runoff between Jackie Clarkson and Arnie Fielkow. I thought that Lapin would put on a stronger showing, but I was wrong. Between these two in the runoff, I’m supporting Mr. Fielkow, like I did in the primary, but I think that he may stand an uphill battle against Ms. Clarkson. And what was up with Willie Roaf calling me? Arnie, I got your signs in my yard!
I'm a bit confused. Theoretically, if an at-large candidate got 25% + 1 vote, then they won a seat. But it is possible for 3 candidates to do that, no? So can somebody point me to the tiebreaker? This sounds like when the Saints got rooked out of a playoff spot.
The problem with the IQ ticket (danger: multimedia-filled annoying web site) is that it only works as a block. If one IQ candidate wins (say, the one in the 6th district, mine), then chances are that they will find that the assessments are below market, and the assessments in that district will rise. Assessments in every other district where the incumbents were retained will remain where they are. So we’re penalizing the people who want change…at least, until a single assessor can be named, and I don’t see that happening any time soon. For this, blame the T-P and Gambit, who failed to promote the IQ ticket. Let’s see what Nancy Marshall does with this opportunity.
Let’s hear it for Frank Minyard. He ran unopposed for what has to be the most thankless, the most unimaginable job in Orleans Parish. Who on earth would take the responsibility of being the Coroner for a city that is still finding bodies that have been decomposing for 8 months. I commend Dr. Minyard and his staff to no end. Minyard doesn’t have to do this, people. He’s been doing this for over thirty years, and he probably deserves a nice dock, a fishing pole, and a cooler. At least, that’s what I’d want when I retire. Cheers, Dr. Minyard.
Most of the City Council races played out like I thought they would. District A has a runoff between Midura and Batt. A whole lot more is coming up about Batt soon, trust me on that one. District B had the predictable runoff between Gill Pratt and Head. District C is going to be the crapshoot of all crapshoots. Cynthia Hedge-Morrell did a good job, and got to avoid a runoff, as did Cynthia Willard-Lewis.