I saw this parked behind the library today... (the downtown library, not the pretty one I showed you in the last post)
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Thursday, September 25, 2014
I've spent most of the week dealing with Job1 and the Louisianna Workforce Commission.
And, while they're a tad bit more convenient and user friendly than the Texas incarnations of their offices, the key word in that sentence is, 'tad.'
Anytime the government is involved, you're in for a big hot mess of 1) self important non-entities and 2) conflicting information.
By Wednesday, after spending a soul sucking morning I needed a soul feeding afternoon.
So I bought a book of Emily Dickinson poetry at Goodwill and settled myself at a street cafe with a cup of cafe au lait. I considered wearing a beret. But that would just be pretentious. Not as pretentious as showing up with a poodle who smokes. But still.
So, fully recharged, I went off again today... to a completely futile day at aforementioned institutions... (I was told to be there at 2 pm for something that doesn't happen until 9 am tomorrow) And there's only so much that caffeine and Emily Dickinson can be expected to achieve...
I'm thinking booze.
And a poodle that smokes.
Friday, September 19, 2014
First of all... the possibility of Ebola coming in on that freighter, (named the Marine Phoenix) turned out be Malaria, but there are stories on the news about Ebola right now, because it kind of made everybody panicky.
Fortunately, the city had been spraying for mosquitoes all summer anyway, due to West Nile virus, So there shouldn't be any problem.
And for another update... remember on my first trip down, back in June, I showed a pic of the gargoyle on the clock tower? The one that looks like a monkey holding a bunch of bananas but on closer inspection turns out to be some demon holding a severed head?
Well, I still haven't figured out exactly who it is or who its supposed to be... but I have found out that you can get a foam version, four foot tall, for Halloween decor. Cool, huh?
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
So, I took an afternoon nap, and when I woke up, I turned on the news and there was a story all about a freight ship on the river that had six people that were sick.
It hailed from West Africa, the Congo to be exact, it was in Belle Chase, (according to my maps app that's about six miles from where I sit) And six men were transported to West Jefferson Hospital. (Which is confusing the newscasters because they insist it would be more normal to quarantine)
Nobody is saying the word 'Ebola' of course, which means that they either don't know or they don't want to start a panic.
I'm not actually that worried. Cases of Ebola have already shown up in American travelers, particularly in some of the doctors that have come back, and I'm reasonably certain that everything will turn out fine.
I'm fascinated more from a plotting point of view.
About a week ago, it occurred to me that there wasn't a zombie story located in New Orleans. Well, there's voodoo zombies, not the modern people eating incarnation of zombies. It's kind of fascinating to watch this, as it kind of shows the path a plague would have to take to find entree into the city.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
So I was on the balcony this morning when I saw something on the handrail... it turned out to be a pair of tiny little mushrooms...
Monday, September 15, 2014
Friday, September 12, 2014
Not overly thrilled with life at the moment...
When I arrived at this guesthouse, it turns out that the reservations I'd made 2 weeks before had disappeared. Along with the deposit.
I finally pulled up my bank statement online and they finally conceded that yeah I'd made a deposit... it was (pardon the language) a shit storm.
But I got past it. Shit happens.
So, the second week, I requested new sheets. (This is a guesthouse... you'd think there'd be a schedule for this sort of thing, like every Monday or something, but apparently not) so the next thing I know, the rather rough little woman who is being housekeeping is banging on my door and she's pissed, because they told her that I'd made some huge complaint, (which I hadn't, I'd just asked for sheets which I'm perfectly willing to change myself, I don't care) and I've been fussed at by o.e of the staff... and as far as I'm able to determine most of the staff arrived here origionally as guests after being released from various half way houses (not hating, good for them on getting a job and more power to them... But they're rough looking, And they should seriously consider getting them uniforms to work in because some one in a ripped t shirt, grungy shorts, and flip flops isn't really creating a wonderful impression for the clientele)
Now I generally have a three strikes policy before I hit the roof... and I spent a good hour trying to figure out if the deposit/reservation is one strike or two... because if it's two I have to schlep my tookas down three flights of stairs to raise hell, (and since this is a Victorian building with 11 foot ceilings three flights of stairs is more than you'd think,)and I'm actually feeling kind of lazy right now... So I could use the ancient elevator, (which is a little frightening and has a smell) but if it's just one strike then I can delay raising hell until somebody else screws up... so, just public notice, they're on the second strike...
I've also been going through Craig's list to answer job ads... someone needs an internet marketing specialist, which means someone to list crap on eBay, but it pays good so what the hell, I used to be a Power Seller, so I can do that...
That's about it...
Tuesday, September 09, 2014
New Orleans drivers are interesting to say the least.
Many people in the city have just gave up, and rely on the public transit system. Which, after you figure it out, is pretty reliable.
Those who have a vehicle are a little batty.
As I speak, I'm saying at an outside table drinking my cafe au lait, watching the dog walkers (they do love their dogs here) the children walking to school in their uniforms, and the joggers.
There are also bicyclists.
I acknowledge that a bicycle is a great way to get around the city. I'm not sure that riding a bike down the white line in the middle of the road is a great idea. Especially if you're going the wrong way on a one way street. And I personally wouldn't wear a kilt while doing it, But thats just me...
Regardless, I drove professionally for a few years, and I think I actually honked my horn 6 times. These people love their horns.
I swear that some of these people only have a vehicle so they can have a horn. And they aren't honking for any good reason.
I just saw a guy honking at an 80 year old man in a crosswalk. 1) he's going as fast as he can and 2) if he drops dead from a heart attack, you're gonna be even more delayed. Just rudeness. I about picked up a brick and went over there to give him something to honk about.
And what's the use of honking at a garbage truck? There's two lanes, go around. Do you really want to annoy men who have ready access to throwable trash? Think about it.
I guess I'm just too mellow.
Monday, September 08, 2014
Friday, September 05, 2014
Thursday, September 04, 2014
So, I made it. Im staying at St. Vincents again...
Monday, September 01, 2014
Sunday was my final day at the flea market... I'm leaving lots of friends behind me.
First of all... cotton candy factory, take note...this is what a farewell cake looks like. Just sayin'.