Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
I was working in Louisiana. It was a bad deal. But-
Louisiana was amazing. I would get out of my truck while "Mardi Gras Mambo" was playing to go & eat red beans and rice with a pork chop & sport peppers, served by 300 pound ladies with 100% gold teeth. "Poke Sallet Annie" played the minute I left seeing Pulp Fiction for the first time. "Nicky Hoeky" would play - whenever. I would eat a gator po' boy in a place with cable spools for tables and Shaquille O'Neal's shoe in a glass box. It was like a steaming, spanish moss covered movie set.
Then it was Mardi Gras. It's not like anywhere else in the US when this happens. Green Gold ad Purple everywhere - like some new holiday in another dimension. Being gripped in the fever of events, I sent a King Cake home to my family, and I guess I didn't explain fully that there was a little golden baby baked inside and that whoever got the baby would have good luck.
After my family consumed the cake and I asked by phone, "Who got the baby?" my wife commenced to search through my smallest daughter's soiled diapers for it - because there wasn't one.........or was there?
Luck. Funny stuff.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Spooky Head In the Attic
Originally uploaded by lex10.
My town is struggling to strike a balance. It used to be like Harvest Home - people knew when you were an outsider and you stayed that way. Time wounds all heels, though. I've come to see that insularity as beneficial when faced with burgeoning jerk developers who cannot see the next empty patch of earth as anything but a McMansion twisting and torturing the law in order to destroy the atmosphere of this place. Progress stemming from a lack of insularity has given us rubber sidewalks so people in wheelchairs can get to the doctor, sidewalks that don't push children into the street at intervals and Fireworks on July 4th. In the old days they just would've left it & no complaining allowed 'cause that was proof you didn't fit in. I love it here and I hope it doesn't get absorbed by the amoeba of progress. I love it here.......