Cajun Boy

Sep 28

#WhoDat #EatShitDallas #FuckTheCowboys (at Barrel Proof NOLA)

#WhoDat #EatShitDallas #FuckTheCowboys (at Barrel Proof NOLA)

Sep 26

Nice mugshot, “Redrum.”

Nice mugshot, “Redrum.”

Sep 25

Eight years ago tonight, right around this time, a punt was blocked, and a NOLA hero was made. (Photo by @mererichards22)  (at Mercedes-Benz Superdome)

Eight years ago tonight, right around this time, a punt was blocked, and a NOLA hero was made. (Photo by @mererichards22) (at Mercedes-Benz Superdome)

That thing where the you check the mail to find the latest issue of GQ, a magazine you’ve read and subscribed to for years, and discover your website got name-dropped by Jim Nelson in his “Letter from the Editor” column: “I was pretty certain I’d read everything Uproxx ever published.” Yeah, that.

That thing where the you check the mail to find the latest issue of GQ, a magazine you’ve read and subscribed to for years, and discover your website got name-dropped by Jim Nelson in his “Letter from the Editor” column: “I was pretty certain I’d read everything Uproxx ever published.” Yeah, that.

Quiche is one of my favorite words. Coincidentally, it’s also one of my favorite things to eat. #decisionsdecisions #fuckitgivemeoneofeach (at La Boulangerie)

Quiche is one of my favorite words. Coincidentally, it’s also one of my favorite things to eat. #decisionsdecisions #fuckitgivemeoneofeach (at La Boulangerie)

Sep 24

natgeofound:

A solitary fisherman’s home keeps watch on quiet Placentia Bay in Newfoundland, Canada, 1974.Photograph by Sam Abell, National Geographic Creative

Is this heaven? It kind of looks like heaven. And I want to go there.

natgeofound:

A solitary fisherman’s home keeps watch on quiet Placentia Bay in Newfoundland, Canada, 1974.Photograph by Sam Abell, National Geographic Creative

Is this heaven? It kind of looks like heaven. And I want to go there.

(via nprfreshair)

Here, have some Saz with your morning coffee.

Here, have some Saz with your morning coffee.

Sep 23

“ACTRESS SHANNEN DOHERTY BEARS WITNESS & LIVE STREAMS BRUTAL DOLPHIN HUNT DURING VISIT TO TAIJI’S INFAMOUS COVE TO STAND WITH SEA SHEPHERD COVE GUARDIANS”

ACTRESS SHANNEN DOHERTY BEARS WITNESS & LIVE STREAMS BRUTAL DOLPHIN HUNT DURING VISIT TO TAIJI’S INFAMOUS COVE TO STAND WITH SEA SHEPHERD COVE GUARDIANS”

One of the many great benefits of fall-ish weather descending upon New Orleans is me being able to work outside in my courtyard again.

One of the many great benefits of fall-ish weather descending upon New Orleans is me being able to work outside in my courtyard again.

Sep 22

I’ll take “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU TWEETED THAT?!” for 500, Alex.

I’ll take “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU TWEETED THAT?!” for 500, Alex.

Yesterday after the Saints game I went to Harry’s Corner and met a man with a pretty great tattoo of Omar from The Wire.  (at Harry’s Corner Bar)

Yesterday after the Saints game I went to Harry’s Corner and met a man with a pretty great tattoo of Omar from The Wire. (at Harry’s Corner Bar)

Sep 21

The Jackson State band just blew the roof off the Superdome at halftime of the @Saints vs. Vikings game. #WhoDat  (at Mercedes-Benz Superdome)

The Jackson State band just blew the roof off the Superdome at halftime of the @Saints vs. Vikings game. #WhoDat (at Mercedes-Benz Superdome)

Sep 20

Taking my former editor at the @NYTimes Connor and some of his high school buddies from Pennsylvania to their first LSU game ever. On the tailgate menu: fried catfish and shrimp fettucine. They’re not gonna want to leave.

Taking my former editor at the @NYTimes Connor and some of his high school buddies from Pennsylvania to their first LSU game ever. On the tailgate menu: fried catfish and shrimp fettucine. They’re not gonna want to leave.

We called him “the Pigeon  Whisperer.” It wasn’t the most original nickname, but for a guy who would spend hours sitting in a chair in the middle of an empty lot surrounded by, and often covered with, pigeons, it fit. He was by far the most friendly and most sane resident of the neighborhood flophouse the locals had been trying to shut down for years. Many of the its residents were mentally ill, but because NOLA still lacks adequate 1st world mental health facilities, they’d find shelter in places like this house at the corner of Magazine and Thalia. The owners of the house, the family of a retired judge, would collect the residents’ social security checks in exchange for room and board. Nothing shady at all about that!

I later came to learn that the Pigeon Whisperer’s actual name was Jim. After the flophouse was finally shut down — I guess it was a little over a year ago — he rented a room from someone in the Irish Channel, so I’d still often see him around the ‘hood, usually at my neighborhood coffee shop. He’d sometimes rant about the Vietnamese restaurants that have popped up nearby in the past couple of years, which led me to believe that he was a Vietnam War vet with some lingering issues/resentments. But he would almost always greet me with a smile and a pleasant demeanor and he always wanted to pet my dog.

I wanted to know his story. I often thought, “One of these days I’m going to sit down with this guy and get to know him.” But I never made the time and a few weeks ago I noticed that I hadn’t seen him around in a while. Not long after I learned that he’d recently had a massive stroke and passed away. I never did make the time to get his story, and that’s probably something I’ll always regret. 

RIP Jim, aka the Pigeon Whisperer. The pigeons still come looking for him in the empty lot next door. 

(Photo credit: @hunterholder)

We called him “the Pigeon Whisperer.” It wasn’t the most original nickname, but for a guy who would spend hours sitting in a chair in the middle of an empty lot surrounded by, and often covered with, pigeons, it fit. He was by far the most friendly and most sane resident of the neighborhood flophouse the locals had been trying to shut down for years. Many of the its residents were mentally ill, but because NOLA still lacks adequate 1st world mental health facilities, they’d find shelter in places like this house at the corner of Magazine and Thalia. The owners of the house, the family of a retired judge, would collect the residents’ social security checks in exchange for room and board. Nothing shady at all about that!

I later came to learn that the Pigeon Whisperer’s actual name was Jim. After the flophouse was finally shut down — I guess it was a little over a year ago — he rented a room from someone in the Irish Channel, so I’d still often see him around the ‘hood, usually at my neighborhood coffee shop. He’d sometimes rant about the Vietnamese restaurants that have popped up nearby in the past couple of years, which led me to believe that he was a Vietnam War vet with some lingering issues/resentments. But he would almost always greet me with a smile and a pleasant demeanor and he always wanted to pet my dog.

I wanted to know his story. I often thought, “One of these days I’m going to sit down with this guy and get to know him.” But I never made the time and a few weeks ago I noticed that I hadn’t seen him around in a while. Not long after I learned that he’d recently had a massive stroke and passed away. I never did make the time to get his story, and that’s probably something I’ll always regret.

RIP Jim, aka the Pigeon Whisperer. The pigeons still come looking for him in the empty lot next door.

(Photo credit: @hunterholder)

Sep 16

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