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Oct. 30th, 2011

Nola guide

This coming week, [info]mme_printed and her boyfriend are heading to New Orleans for a long weekend / mini vacation.  Well-traveled though they are, they've never been to the most special American city.  It's been 3 years since I left, but I cobbled together a list of recommendations off the top of my head.  After emailing it, I decided to repost it here to see if anyone has any corrections, comments, or additions. . .

Getting to your hotel:  Assuming you're flying into MSY, you will be greeted at the airport with few options.  Your hotel might provide some kind of shuttle service, but more likely, you'll need to take a cab.

Always take United Cabs when you're in Nola.  There are plenty of gypsy cab companies, and one of the first pieces of instruction I received on my first visit to New Orleans was to always go with United; they're the only licensed cab company.  If someone pulls up near you and offers a ride, don't be alarmed, but do beg off. If you do get a cab, or if you rent a car, you're going to want them to either take I-10 all the way downtown or take Earhart Expressway to Claiborne.  Anything else, and they're trying to rip you off.

GEOGRAPHY: The first thing that you need to understand about getting around in Nola is that it looks like a grid, and feels like a grid when you're in it, but in reality, it's spokes on a wheel, with the Lake to the north and the famous curve of the Mississippi to the south -- you know, the Crescent City.  So while major roads seem to intersect perpendicular to each other, they are, in fact, slightly angled. This isn't always apparent when you're looking at a detailed map. You're usually better off going up and over than to follow a road around. So a ride from, say, the French Quarter to Tulane's campus can take fifteen minutes (if you take Claiborne), 45 minutes (if you take St. Charles) or an hour (if you take Tchopotoulas).  Now, at some point, you should see the garden district and ride along St. Charles, but for that, take the street car or stroll along it yourself.  And if you're a tourist, there's really no reason to take Tchop unless you really want to go to Dick & Jenny's.

WHERE TO EAT/DRINK: I'm so brimming over with recommendations here that I almost don't know where to begin. But I'll start with places you MUST go:
  1. Cafe Du Monde -- You can't say you've been to New Orleans unless you've had beignets and chicory coffee from the cafe, but that's easy to do, since it's open 24-hours.  During the day, the covered dining area is so packed that it's impossible and unpleasant. Our favorite way to enjoy this French Quarter staple is to order take-away and then eat and drink sitting on the steps on the edge of the levy, overlooking the Mississippi.  You get there by going up the walkway, over the streetcar tracks, and over to the walkway that runs the length of the levy (seriously, you could follow it for miles).  Remember, there are 3 beignets to an order, and each will come in a paper bag with an extra 1/2 cup of powdered sugar in the bottom. I generally find that one order per person is sufficient; more than that, and you might pass out. Also: take plenty of napkins, and don't wear black.
  2. Jacques-Imo's -- You want to try real New Orleans food?  Food that will make you weak in the knees and your mouth water just thinking about it years later?  You need to start here.  The trick is that it's all the way on the other side of the city (in the Riverbend area, west of Tulane's campus and Audubon Park), and it doesn't take reservations (unless it's a party of 5+).  So the key is to get there early -- like, arrive just as it opens, or you'll face hours of waiting in a marginally sketchy neighborhood.  Plan your schedule accordingly.  When here, you HAVE to try the legendary alligator cheesecake.  The garlic cornbread comes automatically, and the shoestring fries are terrific.  You do want corn mache as a side.  Be warned: Jacques is a crazy place -- you enter through what was once a tiny, neighborhood bar, then up the stairs, through the kitchen, and then down and maybe up again and around into the random little rooms and converted closets and hallways where they've crammed tables.  The atmosphere is colorful and bustling and exciting.  That is, unless they've stuck you in the overflow building next door.
  3. Pat O'Brien's -- It's famous and touristy, but not as cheesy as you'd expect.  You've got to have a Hurricane at some point, and there's a reason the place became famous. [And I mean the real bar off Bourbon Street, not the tourist trap overlooking the river.]  It's a great bar, and it has fantastic bathrooms (upstairs).  Go here your first night in town, sit in the courtyard (even if it's chilly, there are heat lamps), and have yourself a Hurricane.  Buy the glass and keep it.  When you take your first sip, you'll say, "Whew, that's strong!" You can judge your tolerance by how far down in the glass you get before you say, "Gee, all of the alcohol must have floated to the top, because this just tastes like yummy fruit juice!" Be careful; hurricanes can be dangerous.
  4. d.b.a. - down on Frenchman Street, my all-time favorite bar, and that's saying a lot. They usually have live music in the evenings (Jean Boutte frequently plays Saturday night sets).  It's my idea of the perfect bar. That's all I can say about that.
  5. Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop -- the oldest structure used continuously as a bar in the US, it pays tribute to the pirate, Jean Lafitte.  So they've kept it looking pretty much as it did in his day, except for the electricity to power the slot machines in the corner.  Oh, you didn't realize gambling was legal in La?  Be prepared for slots in the airport.
  6. Irene's [no website, review will have to do] - this is a quiet, hole-in-the-wall kind of place on the far end of Bourbon Street, but it has the best steak in the city -- certainly, the best steak I've ever eaten.  I didn't realize it's actually an Italian restaurant (I generally hate Italian food), but the steak! It's classic New Orleans, and it was one of the first restaurants back up and running after the storm.  I've only been there once, but a random second-line came marching through in the middle of my meal -- just 'cause.
  7. Columns Hotel -- bars and restaurants are a bit few and far-between once you get into the Garden District on St. Charles, but Columns is perfection.  Welcome to the Old Skool South.  Sit on their varandah and sip an afternoon cocktail and admire all the beads in the trees.
  8. Dick & Jenny's -- this restaurant is down on Tchopotoulas, not far from Tipitina's.  It's very similar to Jacques Imo's (both have alligator cheesecake), and the fried green tomatoes are great. I took my cousin-cousin here for her first meal in Nola, and it's still her favorite restaurant anywhere ever (and she's still at Tulane, now as a grad student). Where Jacques Imos feels like you're walking into a party, Dick & Jenny's is homier -- there's a porch swing in the waiting area, and the main dining room feels almost like a livingroom. It's similar, just . . . different.
  9. Dante's Kitchen -- I know this is one of Jasmine's favorite places to go, but I've only eaten there once.  It was very good, but I had a fixed menu as part of an event/party, so I didn't really get to appreciate it.  But definitely on the list of great places. It feels more like a real, grownup restaurant than either Jacques or Dick & Jenny's.
  10. LUKE -- very close to where you're staying, this is just an excellent restaurant that opened up after the storm.  French, Louisiana cuisine, but exquisitely done. Atmosphere is far classier (and dressier) than, say, Jacques or Dick & Jenny's.
  11. Cochon -- As the name might imply, this restaurant is known for their meat.  That's its "thing."  This is another one that's new Post-K, but it quickly rose to stardom because it's apparently that good.  I never had an opportunity to eat there.
  12. Napoleon House -- across the street from the law library, it's on a quiet corner, but it's a very cool little bar famous for their version of the Pimm's Cup.
  13. Crescent City Brewery -- on the western end of Decatur, it's, yes, a brewery that has a very decent restaurant.  If you're in that area and looking for a decent, casual place to eat, that's what I'd recommend. That can be an area full of mediocre, overpriced tourist restaurants (like Bubba Shrimp), so having a solid fallback is helpful.
  14. Commander's Palace -- I've never been (shocking! I know), but the place is legendary.  I believe you normally need reservations for its more popular mealtimes, namely, Friday lunches and Sunday brunches.  The Friday lunch at Commander's and at Galatoire's are legendary because all martinis are 25 cents with purchase of an entree, but otherwise ridiculously expensive and overpriced.  So that means that you can get exceptionally drunk while eating an excellent meal for very, very little money.  Be warned.
  15. Bulldog Magazine / Bulldog Mid-City -- These bars are big favorites.  Both of them boast extensive beer menus (dozens of beers on tap), funky, outdoor beer gardens, excellent pub food, and a dog-friendly atmosphere.  The Magazine bar is less than half the size, and it's fine, but nothing special.  Mid-City Bulldog has couches and bookshelves inside, and feels more like an English pub. Outside, there's a large beer garden with ample fountains for dogs to drink.  Unfortunately, there's really nothing else near the Mid-City one -- it's across from a cemetary.  But it's not far from City Park, if you ever happened to be up that way.
  16. Cat's Meow -- (on Bourbon) I've never been a fan, but it's my friend Jill's favorite place, and my brother loved it, too.  I guess it depends on how you feel about pop music and karaoke, and I would wager that it's the rowdiest and most entertaining karaoke bar in the country.  Something that really just has to be experienced.  There's also a balcony upstairs, and I'd recommend heading up and taking in the scene from above when Bourbon Street gets overwhelming.  Because if it doesn't get overwhelming, there's probably something wrong with you.
  17. Camellia Grill -- considered "THE" place for breakfast/brunch, be warned that the wait times can be hours.  It's like walking into another century -- a century when Black waiters grinned behind white marble countertops and served up malted milkshakes and orange freezes (like a Julius) and all the food gets cooked on one, gigantic fry top. It's open 24 hours, but the mornings -- especially weekend mornings -- tend to be impossible, particularly due to the proximity to Tulane and Loyola.  I'm glad I've been there, but I don't think it's essential.  Others disagree.
  18. Port of Call -- I have never been there, but I have many friends whose visits back to Nola are incomplete without one of their burgers.
Remember to drink Abita (Amber and Purple Haze should be available pretty much everywhere) if you want beer, and you probably should try a Sazarac somewhere, at some point, just 'cause.

WHAT TO DO -- Obviously, you should wander around, soak up the music and the energy, and explore the city. Pick up a Gambit newspaper when you first arrive, and see what music is playing and what festival might be going on, and explore from there.  But if you want to make plans, here are some plans to consider:
  1. Ghost Tour -- (Haunted History Tours) -- New Orleans is a city that was meant for a ghost tour.  It starts from Rob Zombie's Voodoo Shop, which is across the street from Preservation Hall (as in jazz band) and Pat O's.
  2. Jackson Square / St. Louis Cathedral -- this is kind of obvious, but don't forget to give yourself time to wander and explore and soak it in.
  3. Carriage Tour -- I always turned my nose up at this, but it really is a great way for a newcomer to get a feel for the lay of the land in the Quarter.  They're a bit pricy, but they do take you all through the Quarter, stop at the most famous cemetary (Easy Rider-trippy), past Armstrong Park, and past Brad and Angelina's house.
  4. French Market -- Part of your wandering around the Quarter should involve the French Market, which is a big, open flea market which begins where the walking-mall area next to Cafe Du Monde ends. This is where you can find good, cheap souvenirs to bring home (like voodoo dolls and alligator-claw back scratchers) and the cheapest sunglasses, along with all kinds of other stuff you don't need or want.  There are a few real artists thrown into the mix though, and some delicious food.
  5. Preservation Hall -- Classic Jazz, as classic as it gets, but it's really just a big empty room with a few boxes and things to sit on; mostly standing-room only, and no refreshments.  We took my mom here after Pat O's, and she was about as looped as I've ever seen her.  She danced and grinned and loved every minute until the booze hit harder and she needed to go out and get fresh air and some water.
  6. Tipitina's -- one of the most famous music venues in Nola, it's down on Tchop.  Look to see if anything good is playing and check it out.
  7. WWII Museum -- if you've got time and want to do a museum thing, they really did a wonderful job of setting this up and presenting the information in an interactive and engaging way.  It's delightful.
  8. Riverboat Tour -- This can be a lot of fun if you have the time and money and the weather's right, but it's also easy to skip.
  9. Audubon Park / Zoo -- Audubon Park begins across the street from Tulane University, and is a huge, wild, mess of a place, with a little six-hole golf course at the far side. Across the street from it on that far side is the entrance to the Audubon Zoo, one of the best zoos in the world.  I don't know how you feel about animals, but the brilliance of the Audubon Zoo is that it only houses animals that are native to a tropical climate -- so no polar bears agonizing in Louisiana heat -- and it's divided by geographic region rather than animal type.  It's not as big as the San Diego zoo, but I found it far superior.  Very fun.
  10. Audubon Aquarium / Insectarium -- these are downtown, far from the zoo proper.  I haven't been the aquarium, but the insectarium, especially the butterfly room, is really cool.
  11. The Fly -- sitting just behind the Audubon Zoo (the entrance is right next to the zoo entrance) is a public park along the levy known as The Fly. It's just a big, grassy area with soccer fields and a fenced-in dog park, some walking trails and park pavilions.  It's not well-kept, but it's one of the prettier spots, and a good, easy place to bring a picnic and appreciate the river in relative quiet.
  12. Abita Brewery -- Across Lake Pontchartrain, offers a free tour and tastings of all its delicious beer, which happens to be the best beer in the world.
  13. Oak Alley and other plantation houses -- If you head west on I-10, you can do plantation tours.  It's a good thing to get out and see a bit of the rest of Louisiana, if nothing else, then for comparison.  You don't appreciate how awesome New Orleans is until you leave it. If you want to take that adventure, pick up brochures or ask at your hotel -- there's a whole driving tour.
  14. Swampboat Tours -- these are really neat, but I've never gotten to do one.  Talk to the concierge at your hotel for info or google.
  15. Barataria Preserve / Lafitte Park & Preserve -- Only about a 1/2 hour south of the city, across the river.  This is a small state park that offers a bunch of hiking trails, which mostly amount to boardwalks through the bayou.  You'll want to stay on the boardwalk to avoid the alligators, which you're pretty much guaranteed to see.  The most distressing part of this experience is the fact that you can look down some of the canals and see straight to New Orleans.  You shouldn't be able to do that, but that's what natural gas dredging gets you.
  16. Harrah's -- I don't know if you'd want to go to the casino, but it's there.  I find casinos creepy, but the night that we were trapped in the World Trade Center elevator for an hour and had to walk down 72 stories in heels, well, that night I was glad to get to the bottom and go have a drink across the street at Harrah's.  But that's really the only fond memory I have of the place.
Got anything else to add?  Questions to ask?

Jun. 18th, 2011

Here.

I think this is the longest I've ever gone without posting since I started this LiveJournal back in December 2001.  Last I posted was April 30th.  April thirtieth!!  That's six weeks ago.

Just so you know, I haven't died.  I've been just fine. The fact is that I discovered 750words.com and have been using that quite diligently.  So to me, it doesn't feel like I haven't posted because I've been posting at least seven-hundred-fifty words every single day since that last post, it's just that no one else can see them.  And for me, it's what I've needed.  I needed a place to just do a brain dump and spew whatever was on my mind at the end of the day without worrying about revealing any confidential information (although I don't use names, because it's still online), or worrying about having to give backstory or explanation or make it comprehensible or have any discernable cogent thoughts.  I don't have to worry about presenting a balanced peek into my life so people don't comment and tell me that I'm miserable when I'm not.  I don't have to worry about getting or not getting or responding or not responding to comments at all. It's a simple, private journal, only I can write in it much, much faster than I can with my paper one.  And my arm doesn't cramp up.  And I love it. 

You can also use it to track various metrics, so I've been tracking hours of sleep, sleep quality, weather (on a 10 point scale), mood, grumpiness, and happiness.  Then the site lets you compare how two metrics line up. What's most surprising is how little any of these factors track each other.  I mean, some of my grumpiest days are also my happiest, and vice versa.  There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it other than weather, but that's okay.

Anyway, that's one of the things I've been up to.  I haven't missed a day since I started, except for one Saturday when I only wrote about 500 words and then had to go somewhere, and then I forgot to finish.  So I've only just earned my albatross badge (30-day streak). I've got turkey, penguin, flamingo, albatross, cheetah, and hamster. I should have a turquoise horse soon, but then I go on vacation in July. I'm already worrying about how I'm going to keep up when I'm on vacation at the lake, because I'm not wild about the prospect of writing 750 words on a Droid.

I've also been working on getting back into shape and getting in a serious workout every day, which I'd really let slip. I've finally managed to get strong enough that I started running again.  I know better than to run before strengthening the muscles in my legs (especially around my knees).  Also, my old roommate from Nola, Jill (who just ran her first marathon), gave me an autographed copy of Born to Run as a Christmas/birthday gift, and I finally got around to reading it. It's more like I've been devouring it. It's a fantastic read! I'm going to turn into quite the evangelist for it. Once again, it's validating everything that I knew instinctively about running that was drilled out of me in gradeschool gym class and made me hate athletics.  I'm past the bitterness, though, and I'm just excited to get stronger. 

The problem is, of course, that when I went on my first run on Wednesday evening, I decided to go with the more natural, "barefoot running" gait.  My lungs and legs felt like I could run forever, but my hips and ankles seemed to disagree, so I took it easy and walked a lot.  Apparently, I didn't walk enough, because shortly after I got home, my left leg seized up in one gigantic spasm/cramp from mid-thigh to toes.  I spent the night slathered in Flexall, begging my leg to forgive me.  But I'm good now and ready to get back to it.  Baby steps. . .

So I guess that's all for now, but that's where I'm at.

Dec. 12th, 2010

By the way . . .

Abed's Uncontrollable Christmas (Community) may be the best Christmas episode of any show ever.

The Christmas train's speeds are Aloof, Detached, Distant, and Bjork.  How can you not love that?

"There's nothing to do now but heal -- and share the experience with as many reputable journals as possible."

Nov. 1st, 2010

Heavy Rotation: September-October 2010

IMG_2455October was so busy, this was as close as I got to posting for September..

  • Car music: Roadtrip Mix.
  • Desktop:  Baobab Trees (from here)
  • Watching: Mad Men, ND Football
  • New TV: Boardwalk Empire kicks ass.
  • Uneasily Anticipating: Election Day
  • Making: spinach-lentil-potato ragout
  • Accomplished: Many, many protective orders granted.
  • Eating: caramel-apple-oatmeal cookies from the Farm Market. Wow.
  • Traveling: Brooklyn, NY; rural MD; South Bend, IN; New Brunswick, NJ; Washington, DC
  • Contemplating: abusive dynamics between political parties
  • Activity: running at Blandy

It's November already!?

Sep. 19th, 2010

Weekend.

There are very few things I hate more than chopping onions.  I would clean toilets all day to not have to do it.  My eyes are so sensitive.  You know how you maybe tear up a little and your eyes sting when you chop an onion?  That's what happens to me when I put on moisturizer with sunscreen in it.  Chopping an onion, even with sunglasses on and all pieces of onion covered (aside from those immediately being sliced), still leaves me with tears dripping down my face, barely able to see, having to take frequent breaks to wash my hands and leave the room.

Last night, I decided to chop up two huge onions I'd gotten at the farmer's market and then freeze them.  The freezing thing is a trick I learned from Seema's mom, who has to use onions all the time for Indian cooking but hates to chop them.  I've been wanting to actually cook a few dishes that required onions, and the chopping thing was holding me back.  So I got myself one of those slap-chop things (not the actual Slap-Chop, but some fancy one from Germany that I picked up at TJMaxx for a fraction of the price).  It took a little while to get used to how it works, but then it worked just fine.  The problem is that the space in the container isn't big enough to chop more than a few little pieces at once.  I was scrambling to go as fast as I could, but the ordeal still took a long time – a long time of pain and tears and tissue breaks.  And now my whole house smells like onions.  I need to do laundry and vacuum and scrub down the kitchen and take out the garbage, and then I think that'll fix that issue.  They were gorgeous onions, as onions go.

ND lost to Michigan State in double-overtime, after the Spartans kicked a field goal to tie it up after the OT clock had run out.  Bullshit.  I only know this from the screenshot that my cousin posted online.  I, myself, went to bed.  I was finding that ND scored only when I left the room, so at that point, it was better to just look away.

After this week, I was too tired to do much of anything yesterday.  I had such grand visions of being productive, but aside from dusting and chopping onions and paying and filing bills, I didn't do much.  Today I'll be hitting up the Apple Harvest Festival.  (After I take that awful garbage out.)

I'm still working my way through the first season of The Young Riders on Netflix Watch it Instantly.  It's so great.  The plotlines are so earnest!  They always do the right thing, stand up for the little guy, for the escaped slave, for due process under the law, etc.  And then there's this cheesy rock music in the background that was supposed to make it feel gritty and fresh when it came out, but now just makes it seem c.1989-1992 (which it is).  Awwww.

Sep. 1st, 2010

Heavy Rotation: August 2010

IMG_1871 I feel like I was just doing this for July . . .

  • Car music: She & Him Vo. 2 / Samantha Bee's new book 
  • Desktop:  Flamingos
  • Accomplished: tried windsurfing!
  • Watching: Mad Men, Psych, Lie to Me
  • New TV: Rubicon
  • Reading: The Wordy Shipmates
  • Making: tuna salad/big bowl o'protein
  • Visiting: New Hampshire, Baltimore
  • Anticipating: Android 2.2 (Froyo)
  • Frustration: of a legislative / public policy nature
  • Discovered: Virginia State Arboretum
  • Google Reader stats: 
    From your 180 subscriptions, over the last 30 days you read 14,998 items, clicked 397 items, starred 36 items, shared 51 items, and emailed 43 items

And suddenly it's September, and I've been here almost a year.

Aug. 29th, 2010

Five years.

Yesterday was the five-year anniversary of when Katrina made landfall.  Today is the five-year anniversary of the levee breaches from the storm surge. 

On Friday, I was thinking back to where I was five years ago – remembering that crazy morning when Sean woke me up from my intense hangover with a phone call.  I thought he was crazy when he told me to turn on the weather and get out.  It wasn't until Tina called and made a case for city-wide flooding that I actually got out of bed, downed a diet coke (which was basically all I ate or drank all morning) and started packing.  Well, you may remember my posts here and then here, anyway.  So I posted on Facebook on Friday morning, remembering how it went down and thanking Sean and Tina and my aunt and uncle for taking me in on such short notice.

But the coolest thing is that I sparked a meme – all of my friends from Nola then shared their "five years ago today" evacuation stories.  And some of the stories I knew, and some of them I didn't.  So many of our situations were so similar – everyone was hungover from being at the first Bar Review at the Goldmine the night before; so many people had a friend/family member call them, demanding that they leave; so many of us didn't believe that person at first.  I think we're the only ones I know who didn't hit traffic.  We had I also didn't realize that two of my friends from college had gotten married that day, and I'd kind of forgotten that [info]devi_pavarti had her baby that day, too.  I remember talking to Kara two days later; she called to check on me.  But reading all those posts on Facebook on Friday reminded me of the play that one of my law school friends wrote, collecting and interweaving all our experiences.  I want to see it again, or at least read the script. . .

It's funny to go back and read my posts from those days.  I remember all those details as if it had been yesterday (although I'd forgotten the names of the undergrads we took with us).  The funniest thing is how concerned I was about my stuff.  That was maybe the biggest lesson learned: none of the stuff matters.  I learned what to take with me in a hurricane – irreplaceable family photos (namely, the old b/w ones of my parents and great-grandparents), the afghan my grandmother crocheted for me, hard drives, and some clothes.  That's all.  Everything else can be replaced.  None of it really matters.

But as for remembering five years ago today. . . THAT I don't really want to remember.  Because five years ago yesterday and five years ago today and tomorrow and so on, I was in hell.  I was curled in a ball on the couch in my uncle's basement, glued to FoxNews and CNN, eyes swelling with tears, struggling to parse the conflicting messages from the university, the government, and new law-school friends, and feeling like my entire world had just been thrown upside-down and shaken.  The only thing that kept me sane were my cousins' babies.  Because how can you feel too sad when you have all of this to play with? [Even though they're seven and five now, those pictures still makes me laugh and laugh.]

So enough of that.  All of that was a universe away, and it's a new day.

Jul. 31st, 2010

Heavy Rotation: July 2010

Skyline Drive, Virginia This month had some many different sections, it's hard to find any consistent patterns. . .

  • Car music: Samantha Bee, "I Know I Am, But What Are You?" and Summer 2010 mix
  • Desktop:  Cranky Peacock (yes, still)
  • Watching: Deadliest Catch, Psych
  • Welcoming Back: Mad Men, My Boys
  • Accomplished: rearranged living room
  • Collecting: more and more houseplants
  • Surviving: absurd heat, poor air conditioning
  • Travelling: Skyline Drive, Blue Ridge Parkway, Asheville, NC, Cherokee Scenic Byway, Lake Lanier, GA
  • Anticipating: trip home to NH
  • Stressing: 5-year audit at work; overwhelming client need
  • Loving: having intern minions to do my bidding
  • Enjoying: tubing at Harper's Ferry
  • Drinking: vanilla frozen yogurt+blueberry smoothie+lime seltzer water

It can't be August already.  It just can't be.

Jul. 19th, 2010

In no particular order

I'm back from Vacation 1 (and have been back for a week), and it was delightful.  But at the moment, I'm tired and feel some numbered paragraphs of randomness coming on. . .

  1. My father and brother played 63 holes of golf today, breaking their previous single-day record.  They are INSANE, but apparently, very pleased with themselves.
  2. I rearranged some of the furniture in my livingroom yesterday, and I like it so much better!  It has much better chi and flow.  I didn't realize how much it was cramping my style, and all I did was move the coffee table to the other side, move my orange chair to where the coffee table was, and stick the 3-legged table and my pothos where the chair was.  Fascinating how a tiny change like that can change the whole feel of a space.  Why yes, yes I did finally finish reading the Apartment Therapy book.  I liked it, but it mostly validated stuff I already knew.
  3. I recently signed back up for E-Music because they wooed me with rollover of unused credits.  After watching Treme (which is still my most favorite television show of all time), I had a strong urge to listen to more Nola music, but most of my brass band CDs are mysteriously missing.  The cases are here, but the CDs are gone.  I suspect my mom stole them, but she swears she didn't.  Hmmm.  Anyway, I needed some Rebirth.  It's so good.  And then I saw Pirate Radio (which has a weird ending, but which is thoroughly delightful) and I missed all the music of my youth, so I had some fun with my "signing bonus" tracks from E-Music.
  4. All of #3 was really to get to this point: I'm listening to some of my recent acquisitions right now, and I think it betrays either a serious lack of knowledge or a seriously limited category list if you're calling The Coasters "hip-hop."  No, they are definitely not hip-hop.  Nothing was hip-hop for about 20 years after they recorded their last track.  So no.  Still, they're awesome.
  5. I spent the evening dancing in the kitchen to The Dimension Dolls while I cooked food for lunches this week.  (Yes, I cooked.)  Some of those songs are great, but so many of them indicate some seriously dysfunctional if not abusive relationships.  It's almost comical.  (I am laughing rather than obsessing over the unhealthy professional hazard of noticing dysfunction in relationships everywhere.)  But seriously, "He tells me that I'm pretty / And then I feel pretty / He says I make him happy / And that makes me happy!"  Good grief.  And, "He's not happy working / he's got no use for school / never feels the least bit sorry / when he treats me cruel / he's a bad boy / I'm a fool."  Which follows, "I won't have a happy birthday / without a boy to love."  And, "I'm everything a girl should be now / 36-21-35 / I tell you girls grow up faster than boys do / so baby, I'm old enough for you."  *sigh*  Oh, early 1960s.  I'm ready for Mad Men to return.
  6. My plants have kind of exploded lately, and I'm very proud.  The pothos seems overjoyed with its spot and seems to have doubled in size while I was away.  The jade is growing so fast I need to pinch it back again and plant more babies.  The African violets are quiet (no blooms) but happy.  Even my dragon tree has new growth on it for the first time, like, EVER.  My ivy seems happy.  The Boston fern is doing fine.  The peace lily was unhappy for a while there, but then I repotted it and gave it some fresh soil and food and it's doing beautifully.  The cactus is bubbling over in its pot, and I genuinely fear the pain involved in repotting it.  The only one who doesn't seem happy is the anthurium my parents sent me for my birthday.  All through the winter, it had nice red flowers and seemed happy.  But now that it's warmer and humid (supposedly its preferred environment), the flowers are fading to pinkish/whitish/greenish.  Is that normal, or am I doing something wrong?  I keep it moist, it's not in direct sun, it's in the warmest, moistest part of my home.  It seems otherwise happy.  I just don't know. . .
  7. Oh, while I'm on the recommendation train: I used my bonus, freebie audiobook from emusic to get Samantha Bee's I Know I Am, But What Are You? for my road trip.  I didn't listen to it until my long, boring drive back north on 81, but it's TERRIFIC.  She's crazy, but I kind of love her so much more now.  So count that one highly recommended.  And after the last chapter, I kind of want to go on vacation to a dude ranch with her family.  Because watching her and Jason Jones ride horses would be guaranteed hilarity.
  8. As for my vacation, it was lovely.  I drove down Skyline Drive and the Blue Ridge Parkway as far as Roanoke, then on to Asheville, NC to visit a friend from law school.  As much as I have a grudge against NC (due to a case I have), I really, really liked Asheville.  Then it was on down to Atlanta for a family reunion.  Okay, not actually to Atlanta – I never got that far south.  I did get down to the Perimeter area to meet up with a law school friend for lunch, but that's actually as close as I got.  The family stuff was all at Lake Lanier, and it was a lot of fun.  The actual reunion was about 4 days of nonstop food (mostly fried) and talking and laughing and playing with little kids. 
  9. I think it's fair to say that my parents and I were the most popular among the little kids.  That would probably be because we bribed them with toys (bubbles, games, books, gliders, glow-in-the-dark bracelets) and candy (lollipops, M&Ms, swedish fish, sugar cookies, blondies, ice cream), and I gave them my old camera with which to take their own pictures.  We loved it, although I think my dad was starting to hit a wall on the last morning when he was awakened by a crew of giggling 4-7 year olds who then stood around and watched him brush his teeth, urging him to hurry up and fix their airplanes. 
  10. My favorite story of the weekend involves my dad and the oldest of the kids, my cousin's seven-year-old son, Will, who was very into the gliders Dad brought.  At one point, while they were making adjustments and seeing how many loop-de-loops they could get, Will asked my dad what he did for work. 
    The Professor: Well, I'm a teacher at a college.
    Will: (pause)  What do you teach?
    The Professor: [standard kid explanation of philosophy] I teach people how to think.
    *long pause*
    Will: Could you teach me that now?
  11. The worst part of the whole adventure was that my brother didn't get to join us.  He was in a wedding the first night of the reunion, but he was supposed to fly in the following morning.  He sat in the plane, on the runway, for an HOUR before they cancelled his flight.  By the time they rescheduled him to arrive, it wasn't worth the trip, since he'd be arriving just as everyone was leaving.  It just broke our hearts.  Stupid Newark!
  12. On the upside, the friends whose wedding he was in are just adorable.  They're on their honeymoon, and they keep posting pictures from their phones on Facebook.  Ordinarily that would be really annoying, but they're just so HAPPY and having so much fun and are clearly in such awe of Hawaii's beauty that it's cute.
  13. I saw this today, and I realized that I've lost count of how many cases I have that are almost exactly this.  See the part where he advises her to consult with an attorney?  If her income is under 200% of poverty and she's in my service area, that would be ME.
  14. I also got some very sad news on Friday, but since this is generally a happy post, I'm not going to go into details.  It's just that I have a few close friends / family members that have been through so much in 2010 already. . . ENOUGH!
Okay, happy post!

Jun. 30th, 2010

Heavy Rotation: May-June 2010

IMG_0816All I want is to go more than two full weeks without any health issue.  Nonetheless, good adventures for these two months. . .

  • Car music: She & Him, Volume Two, on repeat.
  • Desktop:  Cranky Peacock (perfectly suits my mood lately)
  • Frustration: health, or utter lack thereof
  • Watching: Deadliest Catch, Treme
  • Annoyance: record-breaking heat, cat-calls
  • Welcoming: Dillon, Sean, T, Mia & Rob
  • Anticipating: Ottepalooza 2010
  • Dreading: Organizational audit and site visit
  • Planting and potting: baby jade cuttings, root-bound peace lily
  • Cooking: egg-tuna-hummus salad
  • Visiting: Poughkeepsie, NY, Baltimore, MD

Is it really July already!?

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