The day that these arrive in the mail is always one of the best days of the year.
Of the 300+ emails I received today, this was by far the best one.
Joel Embiid hasn’t played a single game in the NBA yet and he may already be my favorite athlete to follow on Twitter.
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.
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Channeling my inner goth tonight. (at Mahalia Jackson Theater)
Obligatory Jay & Bae concert shot. (at Mercedes Benz Superdome)
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.
"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)
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. — Celine to Jesse in “Before Sunset.”
"Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike, I love the girl who cares who you like." New Edition at the Saenger Theater. (at The Saenger Theatre)
"Can I please come to bed with you? I promise not to kick during the night. Please."
"Wine" (at Matassa’s Market)
Gon’ be eatin’ blackberries for days ‘round here. (at Crescent City Farmers Market)
NOLA bike art. (at Lilly’s CAFE)
The lobby of the hotel I’m staying at strikes me as something Ron Burgundy would enjoy. Hell, he may have even designed it. I love it. (at Gild Hall - a Thompson Hotel)