stove up April 30, 2008
I’ve come down with a bad cold. I’m sure that being out in the rain all weekend didn’t help. I imagine that the pharmacy shelves all over town have been emptied of cold and sinus medicine by all the people who braved the weather at Jazz Fest.
Luckily Sophmom, like all mothers, is an amateur physician. She read the ingredients on my over-the-counter medicine stash and determined they were child’s play. She pulled out her own stash and started handing me pills. I meekly took them as she called out the chemical names, which mean nothing to me. All I know is that we could make methamphetamine if we had a Bunsen burner.
in which i roll April 29, 2008
I had to get Eddie to take the Exploder in and replace the front bumper. He gave me a car to drive until Friday, and it’s a very nice Volvo. I noticed yesterday that the Volvo symbol on the steering wheel is a circle with an arrow pointing out at 2:00. It’s the well-known symbol for the male gender. It’s also the symbol for the planet Mars in astrology, and it’s the symbol for iron in alchemy lore. “Volvo” also means “I roll” in Latin. Well, I don’t know what it all means, I’m just sayin’.
weather geek report April 26, 2008
Sophmom is a big weather geek. She knows what the weather is going to do before the weather knows. Her verdict: today is not going to be too bad, but it’s going to rain all day tomorrow. Bummer. It’s unusually cool for Jazz Fest this year. We’re hitting the Fairgrounds today because there might not be a tomorrow!
such a beautiful day, such a beautiful day, i think i’ll wear my brand new negligee April 25, 2008
Actually, the day was mostly filled with work, including a round trip across the river to Gretna, but what can one do? I didn’t get to go to Jazz Fest, but I’ll catch up tomorrow. The weather was extra pleasant.
I met Sophmom and some of her friends at Ralph’s on the Park. I could hear Sheryl Crow playing as I walked up to the restaurant. There was a really handsome man in the group who was giving me the eye, so, naturally I spilled red wine on my shirt. Later, we went to R&O’s and I ordered boiled shrimp. I proceeded to squirt shrimp juice on top of the wine stain. This display of klutziness only endeared me to him further. Who can explain men?
insurance, sophmom, and two cute guys April 23, 2008
I got a letter from the insurance company saying that my homeowners insurance on the house in Hammond expired on April 9 for non-payment of the premium. Huh? I called over there and the mortgage company had indeed paid it. I guess it was just a joke. A little pre-hurricane-season unfunny insurance company humor.
I accidentally deleted the post a wrote a few days ago about my job. I was going to try to reconstruct it, but nah. Bottom line, I’m working for a family lawyer. It’s quite different from anything I’ve done before. It’ll help me on the bar exam when I have to take Code I again. I’m enjoying the office being 100% women, also a new thing. It’s close to my house, which is nice since it now costs $50.00 to fill up the Exploder. I don’t feel comfortable at all writing much about it because the issues are very personal. It’s interesting and I am learing a lot.
Sophmom, world’s greatest house guest, is staying here with me for the duration. This is her first Jazz Fest. The other night, we went to Vega Tapas with Patrick and B, and it was excellent. Tonight, we are cocooning and watching Top Chef. Georgina loves having Sophmom around, she calls her “Aunt Sophmom.”
a politician for whatever
Here is a funny website about John Kennedy, our senatorial candidate who believes in whatever. Check out the exclusive A-list blog roll.
from my cold, dead hands
So, my boss and B are in favor of the cellphone-while-driving ban. What is the matter with people? Do you really want a law that allows the police to pull you over for talking on a cell phone while driving?
On the way home from work yesterday, I was driving along, talking on the phone with my son. I needed to make a right turn, so I pulled into the turning lane. Suddenly, an old white guy in a banged up pick-up truck came over into my lane and cut me off. He did not even see me. He had no cell phone, he was just driving around oblivious to other people on the road.
I’m with Jeff Arnold and J.P. Morrell on this one. This bill does nothing but allow police another reason to pull people over and search their cars. It will not make driving any safer for the average person. There are many more things that distract people while driving. The worst distraction in a car is kids, followed by fooling with the radio.
We already have laws against running into people and failing to change lanes properly. Why don’t we just wait and punish cell phone users after they have committed those violations?
I guess I’ll have to dig out that little earphone thingy that came with my phone and learn how to use it when I’m in the car. I hope I don’t run into anyone.
franklin adams April 20, 2008
Except for the beautiful weather we have enjoyed lately, April has been a cruel month. First, Ashley Morris died. Then, on Tuesday, Don told me that Franklin Adams had passed away from leukemia.
Franklin was an amazing person and a great, polymathic talent. I worked for him as his studio assistant in 1988 and 1989. We worked in his house on Dufossat Street. At that time, I didn’t know how to pronounce “Dufossat.” Franklin said, “Doo-FAWcett. Like, ‘if it don’t fit, don’t fawcett.’” Franklin helped me design Don’s and my wedding announcements in 1990, and he did the calligraphy in his beautiful hand.
Franklin loved Cajun dancing and he travelled every weekend to hear the best bands. All day long while we worked, he played Cajun music on the stereo. He didn’t like air conditioning, so we worked, even in the summer time, with the windows of the old house wide open and those mosquito-repellent coils smoking all over the place. At that time, Franklin was having vivid dreams which he would record as soon as he woke up. Sometimes he would read me the dream and we would talk all day about the significance of people and things in dreams. He was a very sensitive person and I remember him crying for a whole afternoon when his children’s pet rabbit died.
On some days, Franklin would send me down to All Natural to pick up lunch. Most days, however, he cooked lunch for both of us, and which ever of his friends would drop by, in his wonderful vintage kitchen. Franklin was an incredible cook in addition to all his other talents, and I still make all of the simple but brilliant salads he taught me. He loved simple, light food and he told me that he thought Paul Prudhomme was “the culinary antichrist.” I still laugh when I think of him saying that in his deep bass voice.
In addition to making ads and booklets for Mignon Faget and Joan Vass, I also worked with Franklin on an exhibit for the 200th anniversary of the U.S. Customs Service. I spent months cutting out mounted photographs with a routing tool and listening to Cajun music while Franklin worked at the other end of the work table. I consider that time to be among the most peaceful and enjoyable of my life, and I think of it often. I’ll always be grateful to Franklin for all the things he taught me about art, design, music, kids, men, penmanship, and life in general. My thoughts are with his family today.
what are you TALKING about? April 17, 2008
I watched some of the Democratic debate last night and I heard absolutely nothing that has anything to do with anything. I endorse this hilarious recap. Via Sinfonian.
leges who lunch April 15, 2008
I can’t really add to this from C.B. Forgotston about our pampered state legislators. We have created a class of people who whine when they’re not wined and dined in Baton Rouge.
I was thinking today about how out of touch the legislature is. I heard on the radio that they are busily working on a bill to ban talking on cell phones while driving. I heard it while driving home from work. Every person I passed who was stuck in traffic was talking on a cell phone. So what? Is there nothing more important to legislate about? If not, then give it a rest.
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