Get Thee to the Benefit…Tipitina’s tonight!

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.

An OPP Bedtime Story…

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…

Not so undercover…

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,…

You all enjoy yourself now…

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…

Down: A little New Orleans in San Francisco…

Last night I attended a little shindig put on by Down, a great band from New Orleans. Great show. Knew all the songs. Got some bruises. A lot of spilled beer. I suppose that’s all I need to say about it and if it had been a normal night, maybe that’s all I would…but when…

Well, that explains a lot…

Much like Sarah Palin or Ann Coulter, whenever Michael Brown pops up in the news, on a radio or television station, my first response is typically “Umm, why the fuck are we supposed to care what you think about, well, anything?” I mean, Sarah was a shit governor nominated on a lark in a losing…

It’s a love/hate thing…now featuring GoatWhore!

I woke up this morning in San Francisco, stumbled to the coffeemaker and then to my desk…and after turning on the computer, I put on the latest release by GoatWhore, one of New Orleans finest metal bands and leaned back in my chair. Coffee was good, not chicory good, but certainly¬†Peet’s good. I heard shouting…

Across the bow…

Best of luck to everyone in New Orleans over the next couple of days…in my thoughts. More to come… PJ Harvey -The Words that Maketh Murder   And she ain’t talking about Steve Newhouse killing the Times-Picayune. Have a nice day.

Today would be that day…westward.

By the time any of you read this, I will have left my comfy confines in the Midwest for a far more uncertain future on the West Coast…San Francisco to be exact. Got some money saved, a lot of social work experience, several contacts and possibilities and a 2nd job interview already scheduled for three…

A GOP meteoroligist – on climate change…

As any who check this site with any regularity are sure to know, my politics run to the left, really far to the left… Left like Obama? No…fascist. Left like Russ Feingold? No…he’s nothing more than a covert member of the Heritage Foundation. My politics…they run further left than professionals of this ilk, they rumble…