Cajun Boy

Sep 01

"People just have an affair, or even entire relationships, they break up and forget. They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with…Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover." — Celine to Jesse in "Before Sunrise." #moviequotes #RainyLaborDayMovieMarathon

"People just have an affair, or even entire relationships, they break up and forget. They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with…Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover." — Celine to Jesse in "Before Sunrise." #moviequotes #RainyLaborDayMovieMarathon

I’m totally going to make straight dudes smoking skinny cigarettes a thing. (at Barrel Proof NOLA)

I’m totally going to make straight dudes smoking skinny cigarettes a thing. (at Barrel Proof NOLA)

Aug 31

Saz and I are tending to Mr. Wu the Wonder Cat while our friends @skyetruax and @truax2 are away for the weekend. As you can maybe tell, Mr. Wu is somewhat skeptical of Saz’s good intentions.

Saz and I are tending to Mr. Wu the Wonder Cat while our friends @skyetruax and @truax2 are away for the weekend. As you can maybe tell, Mr. Wu is somewhat skeptical of Saz’s good intentions.

Aug 30

"Let me go, I don’t wanna be your hero, I don’t wanna be a big man, I just wanna fight like everyone else."

"Let me go, I don’t wanna be your hero, I don’t wanna be a big man, I just wanna fight like everyone else."

Earlier today I took an @Uber car to the airport and found myself really enjoying the mix of music my driver, an older African-American man, was playing in the car. I asked if it was a satellite radio station he was playing and, if so, which one it was. He replied that it was a CD he’d made, his own mix of personal favorites. A little while later we arrived at LAX and, after helping me get my bags from the trunk, the driver handed me a CD. 

"Here, I want you to have this," he said as he handed me the CD he’d been playing. "I know you will enjoy it." 
He then smiled widely, climbed back into his car and drove away. It was one of the nicest things anyone has done for me in some time.

Earlier today I took an @Uber car to the airport and found myself really enjoying the mix of music my driver, an older African-American man, was playing in the car. I asked if it was a satellite radio station he was playing and, if so, which one it was. He replied that it was a CD he’d made, his own mix of personal favorites. A little while later we arrived at LAX and, after helping me get my bags from the trunk, the driver handed me a CD.

"Here, I want you to have this," he said as he handed me the CD he’d been playing. "I know you will enjoy it."

He then smiled widely, climbed back into his car and drove away. It was one of the nicest things anyone has done for me in some time.

“Some people think love is the end of the road, and if you’re lucky enough to find it, you stay there. Other people say it just becomes a cliff you drive off, but most people who’ve been around awhile know it’s just a thing that changes day by day, and depending on how much you fight for it, you get it, or you hold on to it, or you lose it, but sometimes it’s never even there in the first place.” — Colum McCann in “Let the Great World Spin”

Saturday morning strolling. (at Venice Beach Boardwalk)

Saturday morning strolling. (at Venice Beach Boardwalk)

Aug 29

coketalk:

This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.
I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.
I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.
Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.
God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.
I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.
At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.
Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.

This is so impossibly stupid. Do the attorneys issuing the takedown notices know how much music I alone have discovered though Coketalk — and others I follow — on Tumblr, discoveries that led to me purchasing music and buying tickets to shows? And then for fucking Tumblr to start ripping down longtime users’ blogs because of music that was posted years ago when the site’s policies about posting music were looser/less restrictive?! I received an email from Tumblr warning that my blog would be taken down for some copyright violation but then didn’t bother to link to alleged violation or give me even the slightest clue as to what it may have been. 
Doltish dicks, all around.

coketalk:

This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.

Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.

I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.

I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.

Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.

God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.

I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.

At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.

Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.

This is so impossibly stupid. Do the attorneys issuing the takedown notices know how much music I alone have discovered though Coketalk — and others I follow — on Tumblr, discoveries that led to me purchasing music and buying tickets to shows? And then for fucking Tumblr to start ripping down longtime users’ blogs because of music that was posted years ago when the site’s policies about posting music were looser/less restrictive?! I received an email from Tumblr warning that my blog would be taken down for some copyright violation but then didn’t bother to link to alleged violation or give me even the slightest clue as to what it may have been. 

Doltish dicks, all around.

Advancing my chocolate/chocolate making education.  (at Compartes Chocolatier)

Advancing my chocolate/chocolate making education. (at Compartes Chocolatier)

Can I trust anything “red velvet” not made in the South, much less LA? I guess there’s only one way to find out! (at Cafe Collage)

Can I trust anything “red velvet” not made in the South, much less LA? I guess there’s only one way to find out! (at Cafe Collage)

Aug 26

I can’t let #NationalDogDay pass without a shoutout to the best dog in the world. He’s always looking out for me.

I can’t let #NationalDogDay pass without a shoutout to the best dog in the world. He’s always looking out for me.

Aug 25

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Aug 24

When dining at Little Jewel, the new New Orleans-style grocery in LA’s Chinatown neighborhood, I highly suggest the #22 poboy.

When dining at Little Jewel, the new New Orleans-style grocery in LA’s Chinatown neighborhood, I highly suggest the #22 poboy.

Aug 23

Order a simple mojito at @CaneAndTable and this sexy beast of a beverage is what you’ll get in return. (at Cane & Table)

Order a simple mojito at @CaneAndTable and this sexy beast of a beverage is what you’ll get in return. (at Cane & Table)