Update: Saints win 23-20…Bwahahahaha…! This is the day I’ve been waiting for… New Orleans Saints vs. the San Francisco 49ers. A day that will live in infamy? The times that try men’s souls? How about it was the best of times, it was the worst of times? Fine, I’ll take the latter and in a few hours I’ll be sitting calmly in a bar in … Continue reading Knitting behind enemy lines…
The 4th of July… Tis’ a holiday of conflict. Maybe it’s twenty plus years of social work that has done this to me. Or perhaps it’s simply a matter of giving a damn about people I’ve never met in towns I’ve never been to, concerns about whether they have enough to eat, a place to live, a sense of safety and hoping these random strangers … Continue reading Independence Day…
Good morning. Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a suspicious package. It would seem my brothers and I are causing a bit of a problem in the Crescent City these days. At the WWII Museum, at the Superdome, on Canal, on Poydras, on Rampart: though my first impulse might be to apologize for the actions of my wayward brothers, I can’t. I won’t. Not … Continue reading An open letter from a suspicious package…
Walking down Polk Street and taking a left onto Sutter, I passed the entrance to one of the many bars just as a rather rotund fellow came stumbling out. He said something to me, rather excitedly but I had ear phones on and couldn’t hear him. Again, we do that here so random strangers typically don’t try to talk to us, but he was insistent. … Continue reading It happened again last night…
Only wish I could go to support, best I could do was buy the T-shirt. Best to all, best to the victims and the second line culture… Have a nice day. Continue reading Get Thee to the Benefit…Tipitina’s tonight!
Once upon a time, there was a tween named Billy in New Orleans, not yet a teenager, but no longer a small boy. He’d been having a difficult life, but his mother taught him the best she could. Billy loved his mother and Billy loved his house. Billy loved his friends and Billy loved his faithful dog, Rex, more than anything. One day, after school, … Continue reading An OPP Bedtime Story…
I like to keep a low profile. I’m the background guy, the one standing in the back of the room, watching, paying attention and figuring out what to do next… It’s a role I’m most comfortable and familiar with and my ability to hide in plain sight works well, most of the time. You see, in the city of San Francisco, I live in one … Continue reading Not so undercover…
So, today’s the day. The big civil trial in New Orleans: BP vs. the world with all the lawyers, guns and money…all that kinda shit. Course, both the government and British Petroleum been working hard, meeting and organizing and negotiating to try to find a settlement, a way out of this whole trial mess, come up with the exact amount of money BP will have … Continue reading Fines vs. Penalties
Making things right. Let me just tell you how much I hate every possible phrasing of this sentiment. Previous to the Deepwater Horizon, whenever I head this phrase used, it carried a certain ring of sincerity, of concern, of really trying to make amends for a wrong, but my how things have changed. Now, “Making things right” is just a punchline, a big joke or … Continue reading Reality is what you pay for…
Best to everyone down in New Orleans…enjoy and be safe! Well, kind of safe… Here in San Francisco, I’ll be celebrating at work, having organized the celebration for the building. Music, food and film…but alas, no beer despite my building being all harm reduction and stuff. Apparently it’s not cool for staff to bring in alcoholic beverages. I checked. See you all soon and have … Continue reading You all enjoy yourself now…
Drake Toulouse: Photography and Words 