Sunset on the Atchafalaya River. #nofilter  (at Port of Morgan City)

Sunset on the Atchafalaya River. #nofilter (at Port of Morgan City)

14 hours ago 11 notes #nofilter

"Hero" by Family of the Year

Been listening to this on repeat ever since seeing “Boyhood” on Saturday night. 

Let me go
I don’t wanna be your hero
I don’t wanna be a big man
Just wanna fight with everyone else

Your masquerade
I don’t wanna be a part of your parade
Everyone deserves a chance to
Walk with everyone else

2 days ago 2 notes
My hotel room in Houston came complete with a Texas-themed rubber ducky.

My hotel room in Houston came complete with a Texas-themed rubber ducky.

2 days ago 68 notes
One of my favorite things about traveling via Amtrak is being seated with strangers in the dining car and hearing their stories. For lunch today my dining companion was Dee-Dee, a profoundly precocious 10 year-old from Austin who’s traveling with her grandparents. After telling her I was going to Texas just to see Boyhood she responded, “You’re traveling just to go see a movie? That’s AWESOME!” Dee-Dee totally gets it.

Dee-Dee wants to be a surgeon when she grows up and her nickname at school is “the chocolate girl.” (With her finger covered in chocolate syrup in the photo above, perhaps you can see why.) When I asked if she prefers traveling by train or plane she said the following: “Can you stretch out and lay down and go to sleep on a plane? No! Can you have a good dinner in a dining car on a plane? No! Can you look out the window and watch the country go by on a plane? No! So the answer is train, obviously.”

Dee-Dee has a black lab named “Prince” and two border collies named “Eli” and “Peyton.” Eli, she says, is “really, really dumb.” 

Dee-Dee is my new best friend. (at Mermentau River)

One of my favorite things about traveling via Amtrak is being seated with strangers in the dining car and hearing their stories. For lunch today my dining companion was Dee-Dee, a profoundly precocious 10 year-old from Austin who’s traveling with her grandparents. After telling her I was going to Texas just to see Boyhood she responded, “You’re traveling just to go see a movie? That’s AWESOME!” Dee-Dee totally gets it.

Dee-Dee wants to be a surgeon when she grows up and her nickname at school is “the chocolate girl.” (With her finger covered in chocolate syrup in the photo above, perhaps you can see why.) When I asked if she prefers traveling by train or plane she said the following: “Can you stretch out and lay down and go to sleep on a plane? No! Can you have a good dinner in a dining car on a plane? No! Can you look out the window and watch the country go by on a plane? No! So the answer is train, obviously.”

Dee-Dee has a black lab named “Prince” and two border collies named “Eli” and “Peyton.” Eli, she says, is “really, really dumb.”

Dee-Dee is my new best friend. (at Mermentau River)

3 days ago 56 notes
This is what I woke up to this morning. Coincidentally, this is what I wake up to most mornings.

This is what I woke up to this morning. Coincidentally, this is what I wake up to most mornings.

5 days ago 24 notes
The Pimm’s Cup daiquiri at St. Lawrence is still the finest daiquiri in all the land. Just FYI. (at Saint Lawrence Nola)

The Pimm’s Cup daiquiri at St. Lawrence is still the finest daiquiri in all the land. Just FYI. (at Saint Lawrence Nola)

5 days ago 5 notes
The day that these arrive in the mail is always one of the best days of the year.

The day that these arrive in the mail is always one of the best days of the year.

5 days ago 28 notes
Joel Embiid hasn’t played a single game in the NBA yet and he may already be my favorite athlete to follow on Twitter.

Joel Embiid hasn’t played a single game in the NBA yet and he may already be my favorite athlete to follow on Twitter.

1 week ago 18 notes
A herd of 10,000 shrieking, frenzied cats could be running in circles all around him and I doubt he’d take his eyes off of this dumb tennis ball.

A herd of 10,000 shrieking, frenzied cats could be running in circles all around him and I doubt he’d take his eyes off of this dumb tennis ball.

1 week ago 22 notes
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Channeling my inner goth tonight. (at Mahalia Jackson Theater)

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Channeling my inner goth tonight. (at Mahalia Jackson Theater)

1 week ago 10 notes
Obligatory Jay & Bae concert shot. (at Mercedes Benz Superdome)

Obligatory Jay & Bae concert shot. (at Mercedes Benz Superdome)

1 week ago 14 notes
I was supposed to be on an Amtrak train back to NOLA from Texas right now. As a hopeless Richard Linklater fanboy, the idea of waiting until the middle of August for Boyhood to open in New Orleans made me ill, so I decided to journey across state lines to see it (it’s already showing in Austin and Houston.) But at 6am on Saturday morning Amtrak called to say that the train I was scheduled to take to Texas had been cancelled, foiling my plans. That said, I suppose all the thinking about the film I’ve done of late has led to me nostalgically reflecting a lot about my own boyhood. And, as Don Draper once noted, nostalgia “takes us to place where we ache to go again.” So this morning I went to one of those places.

Some background: When I was growing up in Chauvin, one of my favorite things to do was to go crabbing in the bayou by simply taking a long piece of string, tying something bloody to the end of it (chicken parts, the remains of a filleted fish, etc.), and tossing it into the water. As soon as the line became tight, indicating a crab had latched on, I’d slowly pull the line in and plop the crab into a 5-gallon bucket. Occasionally, we’d cook up the crabs I caught for dinner, but more often than not I’d leave them in the bucket for the local raccoons to feast on later. Usually a little after sundown they’d come out and converge upon the bucket containing the crabs and it was a cheap form of entertainment watching them — especially the young, inexperienced raccoons — attempt to get the crabs out of the bucket without getting pinched. So I went back to the spot where I caught so many crabs way back when on Bayou Petit Caillou and caught a few more. I left my haul in a cheap ice chest I picked up at a nearby gas station so that the raccoons of Terrebonne Parish can feast again tonight. You’re welcome, raccoons of Terrebonne Parish. You’re welcome.

I was supposed to be on an Amtrak train back to NOLA from Texas right now. As a hopeless Richard Linklater fanboy, the idea of waiting until the middle of August for Boyhood to open in New Orleans made me ill, so I decided to journey across state lines to see it (it’s already showing in Austin and Houston.) But at 6am on Saturday morning Amtrak called to say that the train I was scheduled to take to Texas had been cancelled, foiling my plans. That said, I suppose all the thinking about the film I’ve done of late has led to me nostalgically reflecting a lot about my own boyhood. And, as Don Draper once noted, nostalgia “takes us to place where we ache to go again.” So this morning I went to one of those places.

Some background: When I was growing up in Chauvin, one of my favorite things to do was to go crabbing in the bayou by simply taking a long piece of string, tying something bloody to the end of it (chicken parts, the remains of a filleted fish, etc.), and tossing it into the water. As soon as the line became tight, indicating a crab had latched on, I’d slowly pull the line in and plop the crab into a 5-gallon bucket. Occasionally, we’d cook up the crabs I caught for dinner, but more often than not I’d leave them in the bucket for the local raccoons to feast on later. Usually a little after sundown they’d come out and converge upon the bucket containing the crabs and it was a cheap form of entertainment watching them — especially the young, inexperienced raccoons — attempt to get the crabs out of the bucket without getting pinched. So I went back to the spot where I caught so many crabs way back when on Bayou Petit Caillou and caught a few more. I left my haul in a cheap ice chest I picked up at a nearby gas station so that the raccoons of Terrebonne Parish can feast again tonight. You’re welcome, raccoons of Terrebonne Parish. You’re welcome.

1 week ago 28 notes
"A dog that begs its human to take it for a walk in the pouring rain will soon be a wet dog filled with regret." — Unknown. (at Mojo Coffee House)

"A dog that begs its human to take it for a walk in the pouring rain will soon be a wet dog filled with regret." — Unknown. (at Mojo Coffee House)

1 week ago 38 notes
I always feel like a freak, because I’m never able to move on…People just have an affair, or entire relationships…they break up and forget. They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals! I feel like I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with…Each person has their own, specific details. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost.
1 week ago 26 notes
"Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike, I love the girl who cares who you like." New Edition at the Saenger Theater.  (at The Saenger Theatre)

"Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike, I love the girl who cares who you like." New Edition at the Saenger Theater. (at The Saenger Theatre)

2 weeks ago 10 notes