Monday, December 31, 2007

Wet Bank Guide in Mid-Year Form, and the Year Hasn't Even Begun Yet

Mark is warming up nicely for the new year. Check it out.

In a related vein, UNO professor C.W. Cannon had a nice essay in the T-P a few days ago. Actually, not so much "nice" as "pointed."

Here is one of my favorite passages. I especially like the use of the word "darling.":
A transplant friend of mine, who still struggles with her choice to stay here, tried to put her finger on that nagging sense that New Orleans isn't a place to build a future. She said she just wasn't sure the city would even be here in a hundred years or so.

Instead of citing coastal restoration hopes, or pointing to the miracles of Dutch flood control, I just flat-out agreed with her. Yes. Of course. The city, in time, will be under the ocean, Atlantis. So will you, darling. In time the sun will supernova and the earth will be destroyed. In time the universe will expand into a dark cold place and the phenomenon of life will be no more. Do you really want to go there?

Maybe a little strategic delusion and denial is the height of rationality. Do you really think that glitzy new condo complex in some exurban boomtown is going to be there forever? Ask a homeowner with negative equity in South Florida or Phoenix. At least when we dress up like kings and queens on Mardi Gras, we don't think we really are kings and queens.

Far from being irrational, New Orleanian frivolity in the face of death and decay is actually built on a sober apprehension of reality.

And yet. And yet. I'm still going to bust my butt to make this little patch of God's green, wet, lush earth survive and thrive.

Sunday, December 30, 2007


The author of the Federal Levee Defense must leave.

And so must Devery Henderson.

And Jason David.

And Olindo Mare.

Reggie Bush must become a punt returner and slot receiver.

Deuce must return for two world class seasons at least.

To summarize:

Old New Orleans: No worries. Our Federal Levee Defense is okay. Just relax.

New New Orleans: This carpetbagger construction isn't good enough for our World Class People. We can do better. Go home, Coach Gibbs.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Back to Baked Goods

Dis one's fah Daneeta:

This Can Only Mean Trouble

But I have to start it:

Hello, fire. Let me introduce you to gasoline.

UPDATE: Okay, he took it and really ran with it. That didn't take long.

It's really cool to have a friend / NOLA blogger who acts like the Empath and draws out negative energy, experiences it more fully than we ever could, and then ejects it all into a really well done blog. Now, the Saints can truly go. Thanks, Dr. Morris. You done us proud.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

The Report Card Won't Be Pretty

Here are my resolutions for 2007, as posted last year. I'm working on a report card, which won't be too good.

Any of the ones I didn't do (and there are many), I'll carry over into 2008. I'm no good, but at least I'm persistently no good.

Monday, December 24, 2007

A Change is Needed

Dear Coach Payton,

We need to get rid of Defensive Coordinator Gary Gibbs and his patented "Federal Levee Defense." Jason David does a good imitation of the Army Corps of Engineers, but really--that's enough.

Mr. Clio

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Must-See Levee Tee Vee

Daneeta made me aware of this stunning film. It's five minutes long, and I watched it in silence, crying. Amazing.

Then I realized that I taught the creator in high school. I am honored to have spent time in the same room as him. We traded emails yesterday. He said this is is first foray into film.


Again, here is the link:

Matt Faust's email is included at the end of the film. If you like it, show him the love.

Honestly, is this Academy Award eligible? I'm not an expert on all the categories.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Out of Rehab, Back in Da House

Saw this man in Walgreen's on Tchoup today. He had an armful of Christmas wrapping paper (tubes projecting out at all angles) and other holiday goods. He looked tired, like many of us do right now.

Glad to have him back in World Class New Orleans.

The Color of the Year

I always thought that the color of the year in even-numbered years was blackandgold, and the color of the year in odd-numbered years was purplegreenandgold. No need to vote on it at all.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Self-Referential (or self-reverential)

For my post today, I am doing something that (I think) I've never done before: I'm quoting myself extensively.

In response to this brilliant post by Oyster, I commented as follows. This is pretty much what I have to say about the public housing issue addressed by the City Council yesterday.

Suffice it to say that after the vote yesterday, I am even prouder to be a New Orleanian from World Class New Orleans.

The "activists" (who seem more like "passivists" as in "passive-aggressivists") aren't interested in actual effective solutions.

They want the theater.

Looking for a good guy in this one is like looking for a good guy in the Contra/Sandinista thing in the Reagan years.

There are no good guys.

Stacy (Head) versus Tracie (Washington)?


None of the above.

The idiots (Vitter and the passive-aggressivists) have accomplished the impossible.

They have made the City Council look brilliant.

UPDATE: Adrastos really gets it right, and adds some historical/hysterical perspective.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Suddenly Relevant Again

Understand what I was saying about Carpetbaggers?

Here's what Jim Haslett, former carpetbagger here in our fair city, is up to now in St. Louis, according to Gregg Easterbrook of TMQ:
Single Worst Play of the Season So Far: With Green Bay leading St. Louis 20-14 in the third quarter of what was then a tense game, the Packers faced third-and-10. Green Bay lined up trips left with Greg Jennings the interior slot man. St. Louis defensive backs Ronald Bartell and O.J. Atogwe stood directly in front of Jennings, Green Bay's deep threat, visibly arguing with each other about which of them would cover him. At the snap, neither covered Jennings, who simply ran straight up the field alone. Brett Favre threw Jennings a 44-yard touchdown pass; the receiver was so alone he looked as though he was expecting to field a punt. St. Louis Rams, you are guilty of the Single Worst Play of the Season So Far.

Congrats, Coach Haz!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Lee de Fleur Won't Die

The Times-Pic ran his picture bigger than ever today on page c-12, with an article on New Orleans area running and races.

I was just examining his costume yesterday in my attic. It definitely has some battle scars.

All I can say about his future is that when Spiderman has to kick things up a notch and get all nasty-like, he goes with the black costume.

On the other hand, as bigshot has documented, the black costume look usually hasn't worked out too well for the Saints.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

I Taste the Difference

You can get these beauties (and buttermilk drops) at the Tastee Donuts on Clearview and West Metairie.

World Class? You decide. Damn good, I say.

Gotta love bakery items that share the name of Trey 4.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Carpetbaggers: Antithetical to Sinn Fein

The Bobby Petrino story has made me think of a few things.

First, as a Saints fan, I'm proud that the beatdown Monday night was so bad that it caused the coach to flee Atlanta and his multimillion dollar "contract."

Second, it made me think of carpetbaggers, whom Wikipedia aptly desribes as follows:

an exploiter who does not plan to stay. Although the term is still an insult in common usage, in histories and reference works it is now used without derogatory intent. Since 1900 the term has also been used to describe outsiders attempting to gain political office or economic advantage, especially in areas (thematically or geographically) to which they previously had no connection.
Apparently the term gained usage during the Reconstruction period after the Civil War.

Coach Petrino got the Atlanta Falcons job after a "national search," I'm sure. The Falcons ignored the fact that he had just signed a 10-year contract with the University of Louisville.

Thus, it seems disingenous when the Falcons' leadership cries foul and plays the victim. That same leadership actively pursued a man who was under long-term contract with another employer.

Can they actually be shocked when the same guy shows no loyalty to them and chases dollars with another team? Can they be shocked when he shows no ability to fight through tough times (e.g. a losing record and player-related scandal)?

Now, let's bring this story home to New Orleans. We are in our own period of Reconstruction, though of a radically different kind.

Who are the carpetbaggers now? They're here--people who have come since the storm and levee failures not because of a concern for humanity and our civilization, but because it's a well-paid gig. I can easily point to some of them associated with prominent New Orleans institutions (but I won't do that here).

My point is that we should all give a hard look at the neo-carpetbaggers. They had better be darn good at their jobs, because we need to understand that they will just move on to the next gig, even if it means leaving here before their jobs are done.

They'd ditch us in a heartbeat. Or half a heartbeat.

Let's not bring in mediocrities who will leave us. If we have to do "national searches," let's hire only the best, or (better yet) find locals who have world class skills and intelligence AND have a real commitment and loyalty to World Class New Orleans.

Too many New Orleans institutions chase the mediocre carpetbagger over the World Class local.
Are there carpetbaggers in your life? Maybe their skills make their presence here worthwhile. Maybe not.

It's worth thinking about and asking, Are they really worth it?

In the end, Dr. Morris got this about right in February 2006.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Two NOLA Guys with Graham Crackers, Candy, Icing, and Other Materials

I went to visit Clio II at his boarding school in northern Alabama this weekend. As a parent-child team, we were tasked with building a gingerbread house. Other parent-child teams built some wonderfully traditional gingerbread houses. This is what resulted from our work. It was Clio II's idea and design, although I take some pride in crafting the curve of the roof (using the ends of plastic spoons and icing).

Tuesday, December 04, 2007


"That call," [Bucs running back Earnest] Graham said of the fourth-down run, "won us the division."

The Tampa Bay Buccaneers have a three-game lead with four games left.

Yes, they probably have won the division. However, the football gods do not take kindly to premature declarations of supremacy.


Sunday, December 02, 2007


I had posted raw despair here.

I've deleted the previous written material so as to make the Internet a happier place.

In Homage to Chef Who Dat and NOISE

Yes, one New Orleans chef got some bad news this week, but Emeril will be back strong, no doubt.

However, another New Orleans chef wins every week. He has a John-Wooden-at-UCLA-like winning streak going, with no threat of ever losing.

Chef Who Dat quite simply is the man. Right there with Deuce. One of the Most Powerful Men in New Orleans.

And he, with Coach and with Ashley, asks us for noise. (By the way, Mr. Fujita was on the radio this week asking us to bring the noise one hour early. Dilly and Berto plan to comply.)

So let's bring it today. Let's do it for Chef and Mrs. Who Dat.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

How Does the University of Hawaii Ever Lose a Game?

It's late at night on a Saturday night. I'm watching the Rainbow Warriors play the Washington Huskies, and right now the undefeated Hawaii team is down 21-7.

Here's what I can't figure out.

You're a 17-year-old promising high school athlete. You're great. You get visited by the following people:

1. A football coach from Lincoln, Nebraska.
2. A football coach from Columbus, Ohio.
3. A football coach from Los Angeles, California.
4. A football coach from Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
5. A football coach from Gainesville, Florida.
6. A football coach from Hawaii.

They all say, "Son, we want you to come and get a university education FOR FREE and play football for us."

Why would you not go to Hawaii?

Friday, November 30, 2007

Shake It Like a Polaroid Picture

It's the attention to detail that makes this thing rock and makes it feel like this is why the Internets were invented.

Thursday, November 29, 2007


Best of luck to Mr. Melpomene and Gingerschnapps in their new crib.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Darn Right I'm Bitter

So the "rules" used to scorn New Orleans are "rules," whereas the "rules" ignored to pick Oxford, Mississippi, are "guidelines":
But the commission has been known to waive certain requirements, and its choice of Oxford, Miss., as a presidential debate site has produced particular bitterness in New Orleans. Oxford has about 700 hotel rooms, compared with 24,000 in New Orleans. Commission officials said that the hotel requirements were more a guideline than a rule, and that Oxford, home of the University of Mississippi has been interested in holding a debate since 2004. Mr. Fahrenkopf said politics had nothing to do with Oxford’s selection.
If you have time, read that whole article. It's a study in cowardly obfuscation by these self-serving airheads. From what I hear from sources very close to the situation, the real villains are Janet Brown (ridiculously biased toward small college towns) and the Republicans (whom we embarrass by our very existence).

How great to have debates in college towns, which are booming these days, and where all the women are strong, all the men are good-looking, and all the children are above average!!

Ms. Brown presides over a bunch of goons whose job (as Tim pointed out in a great comment here at WCNO) is to exclude anybody but the Republican and Democratic candidates from the debates. Check this link for the way they treated Ralph Nader in 2000 for even daring to be present on a campus where a debate was taking place. (Yes, that's a Green Party press release. If you think it's biased or wrong somehow, I dare you to find anything there that's not factually correct.) Also, in the same article, here's a nice description of the Commission, headed as it is by lobbyists for gambling and drugs:

The Commission on Presidential Debates was formed in 1987 to replace the non-partisan League of Women Voters, which included independent candidate John Anderson in the first 1980 presidential debate and prohibited the major party candidates from selecting the debate panelists in 1984. Frank Fahrenkopf, then chairman of the Republican National Committee and now the leading lobbyist for the gambling industry, and Paul Kirk, then chairman of the Democratic National Committee and now a lobbyist for the pharmaceutical industry, created The Commission on Presidential Debates.

Financed by Anheuser-Busch, Philip Morris and other multinational corporations, the Commission on Presidential Debates has excluded popular third-party candidates, most of whom are critical of the Big Business agenda.

Although he received $29 million in public funds, captured 19 percent of the popular vote in the previous 1992 election, and 76 percent of eligible voters wanted him included, Ross Perot was excluded by the two parties from the 1996 presidential debates. Both Pat Buchanan, who collected over $12 million in federal matching funds, and Ralph Nader, who attracted the largest paid audiences during his campaign appearances, were excluded from the 2000 presidential debates, although in a national poll, 64 percent of eligible voters wanted them included.

Now, Ashley has a very interesting post that indicates the handicap that our city continues to carry with Mayor Nagin (you know, when he's actually in town). However, you know as well as I do that if the leadership of the Commission actually wanted a debate in NOLA, they would've found a way. That's what leaders do. They find a way. Spineless yellow bellies do things the way Dubya and the Commission on Presidential Debates do it. They find a way . . . to run and hide.

Friday, November 23, 2007

There Are Limits

Now, I'm a big believer in practicality when it comes to clothing and fashion. For example, I don't hold fast to the "Memorial Day to Labor Day only" rule about seersucker. I consider Easter to be the first seersucker-wearing day in New Orleans. And I've been known to wear seersucker well into September and maybe even early October, given the 90 degree days that we see here in World Class New Orleans even in early fall.

But Mr. Brees is way out of whack in this picture from yesterday's Times-Pic. Seersucker at the Fairgrounds? On Thanksgiving? When it's like 48 degrees?

P.S. Mr. Brees, I write this as a fan. I never would've bothered to write about Jim Everett's or Wade Wilson's clothes.

P.P.S. Seersucker consistently screws up in digital photography. The tight lines are too much for pixels to handle, as you can see above.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving!

I am thankful for, among other things, the wonder computer of the 198os:

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Go Read This

Ya can't say it any better than Dangerblond:
The thing that really aggravates me about Texas people rubbing Katrina in the faces of New Orleanians is that I know how we would treat them if a disaster should befall, say, Houston. We would take them in, feed them the first decent meal of their entire lives, show them how to do something with their hair, give them some “what not to wear” tips, and help them turn that frown upside down.


Jim Henderson said in yesterday's commentary that Jason David has given up more yards than coastal erosion.

Monday, November 19, 2007

I Am Disgusted with My Country Today

New Orleans will not be one of the four cities to host a presidential debate.

Read the link to listen to the passionless, ostrich-like, pitiful excuses.

New Orleans didn't deserve a debate because we suffered a tragedy. We don't want pity.

New Orleans was the best place for a debate (or even all four of them) because all of the major issues facing our country and world have been on display here for over two years: a national infrastructure at risk, homeland security (our port and levees), race, education, economic opportunity, global climate change, wetlands degradation, agriculture and aquaculture, crime, corruption, crony capitalism.

Instead, the debates will be held at Ole Miss and Hofstra. (Hofstra?) Oh, and St. Louis and Nashville.

If I lived in the West, I'd be pissed too.

If you're not happy about this, call or email Mr. Paul Kirk Jr. See the link for what seems to be some contact info for him. I emailed him the following:

Mr. Kirk,
You and the Commission on Presidential Debates had a chance to do the right thing. You had a chance to face our nations' challenges and shortcomings squarely in the face by putting at least one of the four presidential debates for 2008 in New Orleans.

Instead, you and your comrades gave aid and comfort to the enemies of our nation and world by choosing head-in-the-sand locations like St.Louis and Oxford.

To be clear: the enemies of our nation and world are complacency, arrogance, and negligence. Today, those qualities won. Integrity and truth-seeking lost.

I am disgusted with my country today because of your poor choice. I will get over
it, but I will not forget what you have done.

In effect, you are no better than the failures at FEMA who left us abandoned when the levees failed. You are no better than the criminally negligent people at the Army Corps of Engineers who gave us the levees that failed in the first place, and who continue to lie to us today.

I hope that one day you understand the serious mistake you have made.

Mr. Clio

Friday, November 16, 2007

Brand New

I have a friend at work looking for one ticket to the 11/20 HOB show of "Brand New." They've tried the more traditional means like stubhub. Can anybody help?

Thursday, November 15, 2007


I have a piece of paper that says the following:


This means that that radioactive stuff didn't find anything interesting in my innards. I'm free and clear.

Free and clear to find something else to die of.

Because we're all mortal, after all.

Because John McCain is a decent, smart, humorous man . . .

he may not have a chance to be President.

But his position on torture and (at least as important) his way of articulating it is completely compelling. Read this:

“One of the things that kept us going when I was in prison in North Vietnam was that we knew that if the situation were reversed that we would not be doing to our captors what they were doing to us,” he said. . . .

“I want to tell you, Rudy Giuliani, Fred Thompson, and Mitt Romney all think it is O.K.,” he said. [McCain should have added Dubya to that list.]
I am proud to be an American when a candidate for a party I normally oppose can be so compelling on such an important issue.

Who are we? Al Qaeda lite, sprinkled with holy water from Jesus? (That's what Dubya has created.)

Or America?

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Thought of the Day

Jason David has a $15.6 million contract to do whatever he does on the football field.

On the brighter side, my blood test came out great, and I'll know something in a couple days about the result of my radioactive romp. Things are looking up.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Cool! I get involved with the word "gamma."

This morning, I will be injected with some sort of radioactive stuff.

Then the radiology staff will use a gamma camera on me. The whole process is called an octreotide scan.

I am hoping that the result will be the ability to look like this when I get angry.

I think this will be effective at work and with my kids, as well as when I am cheering the Saints on to victory over opponents and the referees.

P. S. This is a precautionary test. Things appear to be fine.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

A Brief Excursion into the Spirit

This little song by Norah Jones pretty much nails my faith life of late--particularly these lines:

What did you say?
I know what you were singing
But my ears won't stop ringing
Long enough to hear
Those sweet words
And your simple melody

I just have to hear
Those sweet words
Spoken like a melody

I just want to hear
Those sweet words.

And these:

All your love
Is a lost balloon
Rising up through the afternoon
'Til it could fit on the head of a pin.

Lots of glimpses and longing, with just enough hope to keep me going, but not enough discernment or clarity to . . . to . . .. I don't know.

Friday, November 09, 2007

In Economics, Isn't This Called an "Opportunity"?

I'm posting from Atlanta, where they only have 70 days of water left for a very large metropolitcan area.

70 days of water left.

Now, I've noticed that in New Orleans--as recently as October 22--we have no shortage of water.

Can't we work something out?

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

More and Better Sustenance

From the poem "The Rules of Evidence" by Lee Robinson. I love this poem.

. . . Every question is a leading question.
Ask it anyway, then expect
what you won’t get.
There is no such thing
as the original
so you’ll have to make do
with a reasonable facsimile.
The history of the world
is hearsay. Hear it.
The whole truth
is unspeakable
and nothing but the truth
is a lie . . ..

Monday, November 05, 2007

Darn. Missed again.

Gambit has posted its 40 under 40 list again.

Once again, I'm not on it.

Maybe it's because I'm:
1. not under 40.
2. not a winnah.

P.S. UPDATE: Blake's congratulatory words and proper attitude make me want to say that my attempt at humor above is not intended to take away from the many cool stories listed in Gambit's effort to honor people making a difference in our city and region. Among my faves are the Forjet's, proprietors of Randazzo's Goodchildren Bakery that was wiped out in St. Bernard. Now they're fighting the good fight for delicious Italian baked goods and king cakes on the Northshore. Check out Nonna Randazzo's sometime.

A Good Day

Dilly had a good day at the game yesterday.

Sunday, November 04, 2007


Words from Andy Rubin, the guy in charge of developing the new Google phone:
“I want to find something that delights people so they use it, and they use it for the merits of it being it.”

Friday, November 02, 2007

World Class Vision

Hey, America.

CPW showed us two photos in comparison that I had never seen before.

On the left is my region at night, before Katrina and the levee failures.

On the right is my state at night, after Katrina and the levee failures.

Dramatic, eh?

Thing is, when I look at the one on the left, know what I feel and know?

I feel and know that my city (New Orleans) is unlikely ever to burn that brightly in the night again.

On the one hand, that's a crying tragedy, because President Bush--through ineptitude and cynical neglect--is ensuring that there aren't as many lights on at night in my city right now, today.

On the other hand, maybe it's a sign of a truly brighter future, because maybe an even bigger and better New Orleans won't need to burn as many lights (and as much fossil fuel) because we'll be greener and smarter.

We're tough enough and smart enough to make up for the impeachable pinhead who is our President these days,

UPDATE: Great. Now we learn that President Pinhead's neglect is hurting the Port of New Orleans. Impeach and convict him. NOW. He is worse for our nation than Al-Qaeda. Much worse.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Comparing Katrina & Levee Failures to Wildfires

CPW proves once again that when I was born, I left most of the brains in the gene pool for him to scoop up.

Here are just a couple of rows from a great comparison chart he has posted:

NOLA: The Superdome and Convention Center had no power, no utilities, and no security.
California: Qualcomm Stadium had beer and hot dogs for everyone.

NOLA: 350,000 homes were destroyed.
California: 1800 homes were destroyed.

Check out the rest here.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

World Class Halloween

1. One of my female coworkers came to work costumed as me (big bozo redheaded clown wig, bow tie, seersucker suit). Not sure if this is a good thing or not.

2. Trick or Treated with Spiderman-costumed Clio IV on Octavia Street. I dressed as Guy Who Just Had Surgery (e.g. no costume, just easygoing clothes). Dr. Mrs. Clio dressed as a chef. Came home with more beer than I left with, plus smelling of the cigar that Ashley gave me. Saw Oyster and Dangerblond too. A good night.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Another View

NoPickles has a hardhitting critique of the T-P's take comparing Katrina and the Levee Failures with the SoCal Wildfires. It's worth a read. When NoPickles really gets going, he can be exasporating. He might even make fun of your teeth. But he always makes you think in a slightly new way. You always end up in a better place in the end, even if you find yourself checking your pearly whites in the mirror after.

One important point he makes is that we will all benefit from what FEMA (and even the President) learned from the failure in our backyard. Hopefully, our state and local officials learned too, and continue to learn from the current troubles in Cali.

I still think perspectives like Jon Stewart's are useful. Last night he said comparing the two disasters is like comparing apples and orang . . . DRAGONs.

Monday, October 29, 2007

"We're still under water."

Well, not literally--though some of America still thinks we are--but that's what Coach Payton said correctly about Our New Orleans Saints and (by extension) our city.

We're making some progress, but we've got a long way to go. Keep on keepin' on. That's all we can do, one day at a time.

Friday, October 26, 2007

The President is a World Class A** Coverer

President Bush, to the Associated Press, explaining the difference he sees between post-levee failure New Orleans and wildfire-stricken southern California:

"It makes a significant difference when you have somebody in the statehouse willing to take the lead."
It also makes a difference when you have a President now trying to make everyone forget his colossal failure in managing the worst manmade disaster in American history. I find President Bush to be incredibly motivated these days when it comes to disasters.

Please note: I don't remember President Bush proactively calling Louisiana's governor and doing everything he could. We learn from the NY Times that the President just couldn't wait to call Governor Terminator to find out what he needed:

Mr. Stanzel said Mr. Bush and the governor, mindful that a presidential visit could drain police resources from a state already pushed to the limit, determined that Thursday would be the best day for Mr. Bush to go. But he began offering help as early as 4 p.m. Monday, calling Mr. Schwarzenegger rather than waiting for the governor to call him.

He told Mr. Schwarzenegger to call him back “if there were any additional needs,” Mr. Stanzel said, and about an hour later, the governor did, to ask for military assistance and alert Mr. Bush that a request for the president to declare a state of emergency would probably be forthcoming. Mr. Bush authorized the declaration before leaving the West Wing;
it was announced later by the press office, presumably while the president slept.

I DO remember President Bush criticizing Governor Blanco because she didn't jump through the right hoops or ask EXACTLY the right question. For the federal flood, the President's public stance was essentially, "Well, she didn't call me and fill out the right forms, and she wasn't specific enough about her requests."

What a cynical, negligently homicidal jerk.

P.S. I'm no Blanco fan, but I just can't take this guy anymore. If, like an insurance company, I had to ascribe a percentage blame to Bush, Blanco, and Nagin when it came to post federal flood fault, I do it like this: Bush 40 percent, Nagin 40 percent, Blanco 20 percent. I'm no Blanco fan, but I thought she was better than our two "market-driven recovery" idiots.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Source of Bad Karma Found and Removed

The Saints' puzzling start to the season has confused us all. Were these the same guys? Had Aaron Brooks donned a #9 jersey? How could we be so unlucky as to lose Deuce for the year?

A two-game win streak has made us all feel a little better, but I was still feeling not quite comfortable with this team, and I could sense similar feelings in others.

Then, a watershed event early Tuesday made everything clear, and subsequent events have restored order and balance to the Black and Gold Force.

You see, dear reader, little did I know that my own appendix had been storing up bad Saints karma bit by bit over the years. Believe me: this was no noble gesture on my part. It was an involuntary organic process. Like a cosmic sponge, this organ in my abdomen was taking it all in--the kinds of events documented here by moosedenied--the drafting of Erxleben, Lansford's kick in 1983, and so on.

Well, thanks to Dr. Jim Brown at Tulane Lakeside Hospital, problem solved.

Starting late Monday night, my appendix couldn't take it anymore, swelled up like a ballon, and started telling me loud and clear (ouch!) that it needed to come out. At approximately 11:00 a.m. on Tuesday, Dr. Brown took care of business and purged our fair city of all that bad karma. Appendix removed, Clio smiling, all clear. The patient is recovering nicely and is going to work today; the appendix and all that karma are gone.

It is intriguing that the appendix is considered vestigial, but these authors believe that it does in fact serve a purpose:

"Its major importance would appear to be financial support of the surgical profession."
Alfred Sherwood Romer and Thomas S. Parsons
The Vertebrate Body (1986), p. 389.
In any case, we can look forward to good things for this season and beyond.

This week, World Class New Orleans associate Angels and Saints and Bears Oh My will be in da house to see the Saints take on Beerman and the Niners. Expect good things for the Black and Gold. Also, Monster Park can expect strong beer sales in one particular section.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

A Big Saints Win

Posted without comment (other than the title):

New era. Let's go!

Okay, President Bush. Now that we've got the right kind of governor according to your narrow definition, will you finally live up to that sound and light show you put on in Jackson Square?

I'm honestly giving Jindal a chance. I want him to succeed.

On a lesser note, do I really have to choose between Willard Lewis and Clarkson? Cheesh.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Models of Resilience

The U-10 soccer team I coach, which started the season 0-2, is now 3-2 after a third straight win, 5-2 today. The girls shut out the other team in the second half and scored 4 goals during that time period.

This is what the Saints are capable of in the coming weeks.

Please note. Devery Henderson has gotten NO playing time on my team in the last three weeks, and we've gone 3-0. Coincidence? I wonder. . .

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Linebacker Sighting

I spotted Number 55 in Whole Foods this evening, so I walked over and spoke with him.

I was wearing my Hofstra football T-shirt, which amused him. He was a nice fellow. We discussed mutual disappointment about the Cal Bears' "blowing it" this weekend. I told him how much my friend angels and saints and bears likes him and how her family members had been at the Cal Bears game this weekend.

Mrs. Number 55 was with him. Mr. and Mrs. Number 55 are expecting a child; it appears they will be parents very soon. Perhaps Little Number 55 will join the legion of other Saints players' children who grow up to play football in New Orleans area schools.

A good day in World Class New Orleans.

The world looks so much better after a win.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Like Many Things in NOLA, Better than Ever

Guy's, my round-the-corner neighborhood poor boy shop, is reopening today after a fire shuttered it for months.

They've got balloons and flowers out getting ready for the grand reopening.

I'm headed for the roast beef.
UPDATE: I added the menu above. I had the small roast beef, dressed. Clio III had the large shrimp, dressed. I finished. Clio III couldn't. Oh, and we ordered fries too.

"They are people of hellfire and I have no concern for them."

This is a lovely quote from a young man in North Carolina.


What is really telling, however, is that if I tell you that he writes like this and is from North Carolina, a plausible conclusion might be that he is an evangelical Christian.

He's not. He's a Muslim (of a certain kind).

Among the scourges of our species are people who know exactly what "God" wants and are messengers for God's chosen messenger/incarnation/manifestation (Jesus, Mohammed, et al).

When you "know" what "God," wants, anything goes. Anything is possible.

I will no longer listen passively to lectures/homilies from people who know what God wants. They're lying.

A faith life is guesswork, and any "guess" that involves cruelty to others is a lie--puffed-up self-promotion.

It is amusing and sad that the Americans who beat their chests most prominently about fundamentalist Islamists are the same Americans who give aid and comfort to Christians of similar ilk.

Friday, October 12, 2007

World Class Cheesy Delicious

This isn't the same as seeing them at a Hornets halftime show, but it's still pretty good.

Question, though: who wins, Paul Potts or Quick Change, in an ultimate "Got Talent" showdown?

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Whom would Sluggo endorse?

Mr. Bill is endorsing Foster Campbell for governor.

I just can't get excited about any of these guys.

Campbell's got tired solutions. Georges and Boasso? Nah.

Jindal? He's intelligent. He tries to get things done. He's probably a decent guy. He's a real Saints fan. All good.

I just can't forgive him for carrying George W. Bush's jock strap for the past six years.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Two Ways to Fix New Orleans Immediately

1. Fix the levees and restore the wetlands.

2. Cut Devery Henderson. With Lance Moore or David Patten or Robert Meachem or Joe Horn in Devery's slot, we would be 2-2. Devery lost us the Tampa game in subtle ways, and he blatantly lost us the Carolina game yesterday. Olindo Mare is bad, but he should've been irrelevant yesterday.

On a side note, I am starting to think that the clothes I wear while I watch/attend Saints games does NOT affect the team's performance on the field. I've switched up several times (yesterday, I switched from a Saints hardhat to a Panama hat), and the team still loses.

This surprises me. I had thought my sartorial choices had more effect on the game.

Question: Hey, West Coast, what do the Angels need to do to get right? Perhaps Jeff Tedford could give some seminars to Coach Payton and Manager Scioscia?

Sunday, October 07, 2007

A World Class Football Coach . . .

would cut Devery Henderson and Olindo Mare this evening.

Please note that the LSU Tigers have reached #1 AFTER Devery graduated. He had been holding them back.

Sports Roundup

The U10 girls' soccer team I coach won their first game yesterday, 5-2, to bring us to 1-2 on the year.

LSU won in one of the better games I've ever seen.

USC lost, putting the Cal Bears in a very interesting position.

Finally, Tulane did the patriotic thing by taking a dive against Army.

Is a Saints win to much to ask?

Friday, October 05, 2007

LSU is #1

Tulane is not.

That's what I have to say on the relative merits of two football teams.

For criticizing a certain kind of LSU fan--certainly not all LSU fans--I was accused of elitism, weakness, spreading tuberculosis, and causing the federal deficit.

My tone was out of line. However, I intended no offense to the many decent Tiger fans.

Also, yes, LSU athletics is a revenue generator, but LSU as an institution is indeed a taxpayer-funded institution. So, no, I am not misinformed on that basic fact. There is nothing wrong with being a taxpayer-funded institution, nor do I object to my tax dollars going to LSU. Nowhere in the offending post did I complain about that.

Thursday, October 04, 2007


I took down my Schadenfreude post, which a couple of people whom I respect and care about took as hate-speech (I guess that's what Schadenfreude results in, really). If by taking down the post, I'm violating blogrules, so be it. I'm a violator.

I'll reply to their comments as soon as I get time. I don't regret everything I said, but I regret some of it, as well as the tone. There's a legitimate basis in reality for a good bit of what I said, but I'm not pleased with where I took that.

Monday, October 01, 2007

What's the Opposite of Schadenfreude?

1. Way to go, Angels! Now, let's take it one game at a time and slowly dismantle the Boston Red Sox.

2. The Cal Bears are creeping up on that lesser school to the south. The Bears have a smart coach, a Heisman-quality receiver, a fun running back to watch, a gorgeous place to play, and a classy fan base. (How's that, JSTB?) That's gonna be a great showdown, and I think USC looks sketchy.

3. I spoke to some Californians over the weekend who have sent their son here to New Orleans for college. It's not scientific, but I keep talking to Californians who "get it" and understand what's going on here and what went on here. I also keep talking to Midwesterners who have no clue and seem full of self-righteous contempt. I guess Californians understand what it is to live with the whims of nature, and then we can help them understand living and dying because of the incompetence and corruption of government. Midwesterners? Many seem to live the myth of self-reliance. The point is, thanks to the Californians who get it and who will not give up on us.

4. I am really enjoying the Fats Domino tribute album that I downloaded from iTunes.

5. My friend just sent me this link. It's Deuce's thank-you to the city, which ran on the entire back page of yesterday's sports section in the T-P.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Schadenfreude Sunday

"From Hell's heart, I stab at thee... For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee..."
Captain Ahab; also, Khan Noonien Sing

We have crummy levees; we've been taken to the cleaners by our pathetic president, our mediocre governor, and our clownish and lazy mayor. Oh, and our football team is 0-3.

The Saints are guaranteed NOT to lose this weekend (Yay! for the first time since last month), so today is the perfect day to revel in others' misery.

1. Here's to all the LSU fans who had to change their pants at halftime yesterday because they had made a mess in them between the hours of 11 a.m. and 12:30 p.m. Tulane stuck it to the Tigers in the first half, beat the heck out of their quarterback, and threatened their doomed dream of a perfect season. Yes, LSU won 34-9, but still . . .

1a. By the way, I find this amusing: if you polled LSU Tiger Nation and asked them whom they voted for in the presidential elections of 2000 and 2004, I have no doubt that it would come out 75 percent Dubya, 25 percent Democratic. This from a fan base whose lives are devoted to a government-funded, free-market distorting institution. These are the same people who scoff at the idea that anyone from hated New Orleans deserves any claim on the American government or the American people, despite our city's destruction due to American-designed and constructed levees.

UPDATE: Congrats to LSU for their new ranking of Number One. It took a victory over a quality, world-class opponent like Tulane for the Tigers to reach their promised land. Temporarily.

2. Here's to the San Diego Chargers, who fired a good head coach and now are complete losers, having given up a lot of points to the woeful Kansas City Chiefs.

3. Here's to the St. Louis Rams, who are 0-4. Serves 'em right for hiring Jim Haslett and Rick Venturi.

4. Here's to Jamarcus Russell, who watched from the bench as Daunte Culpepper played a good game and delayed even further Russell's entry onto an NFL field.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Deutsches Haus Commences Oktoberfest Tomorrow

Have you ever been to this amazing German New Orleanian tradition?

If there is a more inexplicable fest in a more inexplicable location anywhere on Planet Earth, I'd like to see it.

One thing: I've brought kids before, and it just doesn't work. It's just too crowded, and the kids and Dr. Mrs. Clio and (ultimately) me end up having a bad time.

Leave the kids at home, go to this wonderful, wunderbar experience, and enjoy.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Which Leads Me to Ask, How Much Would it Cost to Build Levees on the Moon?

Gregg Easterbrook has this brilliant passage on President Bush's big plans for the moon:

Lunar note: Here's me talking on NPR's Morning Edition about the absurdity of the NASA moon-base plan. Although someday men and women will live on other worlds, until there is a propulsion breakthrough, it is folly for NASA to contemplate a super-expensive base on the moon, especially without a scientific rationale. Using current rocket technology, it costs about $25,000 to place a pound of cargo on the lunar surface. That means a moon-base crewmember would consume about $1 million per day worth of water, food and air, while the overall moon-base project might cost $200 billion or $300 billion. When 45 million Americans lack health care insurance, it is absurdity squared to contemplate taxing that group to spend $1 million per day per astronaut just for supplies on the moon -- especially when the main thing the crew of a moon base would do is monitor instruments, which could be accomplished from an office building in Scottsdale, Ariz. Anyway, after being on NPR, I received this delightful short poem from a listener:

Since we've conquered poverty
And put an end to war,
Since we've now discovered
What this life on earth is for,
Since we've made a paradise
Of this precious, Godly place,
Let's gather all that wisdom
And move to outer space.-- Jim Terr, Santa Fe, N.M.

P.S. Easterbrook also gets it exactly right in writing about the Saints' plight:
Now as to what's wrong with the Saints, ye gods, their offensive line has gone from great to awful. TMQ believes that Freudian analysis of football always begins with the offensive line, and the New Orleans offensive line needs some cognitive therapy. Reggie Bush isn't going to gain many yards if he is hit by multiple defenders in the backfield, as he was on several snaps last night. Tennessee leading 10-0, New Orleans had first-and-10 at midfield in the second quarter; Jammal Brown and Jamar Nesbit, both good performers last year, simply straightened up and stood watching, blocking no one at all, as a Tennessee defensive lineman blew in to force Drew Brees to throw the ball away. On the first New Orleans snap of the second half, three Tennessee defenders hit Brees as the highly paid Brown simply stood watching, not even attempting to make contact with anyone. Brees was sacked and lost a fumble to start the fourth quarter and at that point New Orleans self-destructed; on the play, it seemed like the Saints had no offensive line at all.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Dispatch from Tennessee

Over the weekend, I infiltrated Tennessee Titans territory.

At a Champs location at the mall in Chattanooga, I noticed these displays. Please note that Vinse Yung (thanks, Moose Denied) was not featured, nor was Roydell Williams.

Our New Orleans Saints were in the windows.

Not sure what this means, but it seems to imply a lack of pride.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Mancuts Set!


Mancuts are set for this Saturday, first ones start at 11:30 and proceed through 1:00. Be there at 11:15 or so. I count Ashley, Rey, Oyster, Chef, and Berto in that number.

To make that many appointments at once, I had to pre-pay for all of you hairy people. Please give payment to Berto on Saturday so that he can promptly spend it all on beer on Monday. I did not include gratuity, so that's up to you.

I am having my mancut at Aidan Gill on Monday at 2:00 p.m., so I too will be purged of odious 0-2 growth.


Tuesday, September 18, 2007

I Generally Like K-ville . . .

Also, the Librarian did what we expected him to do. And I'm okay with that.

But I'm still gonna watch the show, and mostly like it (but partly not like it.)

K ville. (Has anybody discovered a fleur-de-lis key on the keyboard?We have to love K ville just because it's the first show to include a fleur-de-lis in its title.)

Monday, September 17, 2007

Mancuts Update and Nitty Gritty

Okay, here goes:

1. I'm trying to set up the reservations at Aidan Gill. I will be calling Kathleen there with the final count. I have so far: Ashley, Rey, Berto, Oyster, and Chef.

If anyone else wants to add on, feel free.

I need to know what each of you wants (shave, haircut, or both. And none of it is anywhere near two bits.) Post a comment or email me by early tomorrow morning.

2. Gents, unlike our football team, Clio II has in fact been EARNING IT at his boarding school in Alabama. In fact, with unexpected rapidity, he has earned a weekend visit from Dr. Mrs. Clio and me this weekend. This is a very recent development. It would break his heart if I didn't go, so unfortunately I cannot attend the mancuts session on Saturday. Berto says that the show must go on, and so I am happy to make your reservations.

I plan to go on Monday during lunch or after knocking off, so that I too will be free and clear of 0-2 hair and whiskers by gametime.

Let me know by tomorrow a.m. so I can make the reservations.

Thanks, Mr. Clio

How to Fix the Saints (2-minute drill)

NOTE: This is my last Saints-related post until we are at .500 or above. It's not that I won't care until we're winning; it's just that I want to start focusing on other things. I've been too Saints-heavy lately.

1. Fix the levees, restore the wetlands, and stop building slab-grade housing in low-lying areas. (This is the first solution to ALL problems in south Louisiana.)

2. Cut former LSU Tiger Devery Henderson. He has no heart. He has no hands.

3. Use Deuce A LOT more. Stop pulling him out of the game in favor of Reggie or Stecker. We need the momentum and heart that Deuce gives us.

4. Read the riot act to former LSU Tiger coach Gary Gibbs. His schemes result in long pass success for the other team. In addition, ever since he showed up, we can't buy a turnover.

5. Give Reggie Bush a patience infusion. Cheesh, dude. Trust your blockers. Show some vision like Deuce, not like Vaughn Dunbar.

6. Cut Jason David. I'll take Jason Craft or Fred Thomas over the guy with two first names. He's bad. And he's tiny. That's a lethal combination in the NFL.

7. Did I mention "Cut Devery Henderson"?

8. Throw the ball to Colston BEFORE we're down by 21.

9. Throw the ball downfield.

10. Did I mention "Use Deuce A LOT more"?

11. Change Olindo Mare's number from 2 to any other unused number. 2 is cursed for the Saints.

12. Re-sign Michael Lewis. OR give Reggie Bush the Beerman's old number (84), so we can lay this whole running back thing to rest.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Where's the Hemlock and Razor Blades?

1. Congrats, Tampa.

2. I am rapidly coming over to the Jeffrey the Librarian School of Reggie Bush Theory.

3. Need a post-loss laugh? Read the heartless but hilarious first two comments on this update. (I promise I didn't write them. I'm not that funny.)

I Love These Guys

Remember these guys from last year's home win over the Bucs?

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Getting Close to Gameday

I still still like a whipped dog after that trip to Indy. Can't wait to purge this feeling.

In the meantime, I offer this link to the webpage of one of Clio IV's daycare teachers.


Thursday, September 13, 2007

Mancuts, etc.

Okay, I alienated a best friend (angels and saints and bears oh my) and a favorite blogger with this post.

Look, I was just trying to avoid certain problems that certain bloggers might have when they, let's just say, are married to someone who might not like them hanging out with people of another gender, even if it's not really an issue, and oh I just went on too long on this, didn't I?

But look, let's just call it moot.

Angels and saints and bears oh my gave me the wonderful term "mancuts" to describe what we need to do on Saturday. Look, I can't help it if Aidan Gill is a mancuts only place. I just report the news; I don't make it. (Hey, angels babe, if you were here, you'd be in, of course.) And Aidan Gill serves you a libation before you get the cut.

Anyway, I want to book the appointments tomorrow. So here it is: Saturday, September 22, sometime in the late morning or afternoon, who's in for mancuts and shaves, in anticipation of the big Monday Night Whodat Fest versus the Houston Oilers, er, Tennesee Titans?

So far, I think we have me, Berto, Oyster, Ashley and his son Da King. Who else?

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Supa Saint Tragedy Averted

We already had enough tragedy Thursday night, and then I encountered this comment on Haney's blog. Thank goodness things turned out okay:

Sorry to announce Supa nearly ended his life last night. He was seen throwing himself off of the roof of the St. Bernard Civic Center. Luckily his beautiful hair provided enough cushion protect his inteligent brain from being crushed.

He has the weight of the world on his broad, well-developed shoulders and he wanted me to write his fans to express his sorrow. He feels he let the fans down by not properly preparing the team before entering this blood bath of a game. He feels confident he can right the ship and turn this pirog around. Hang in there trouts.-

Supa's Intern number 3
Posted by: Supa Saint's
Intern Sep 7, 2007 12:14:52 PM

Friday, September 07, 2007

The Day After: Live Update from Indy Airport

Here are some things I learned last night:

1. The Colts played like champs, and we didn't. That was a definitive loss. However, we in New Orleans, the Republic of West Florida, know about meaningful losses. We also know how to learn from loss and how to become stronger as a result. Character counts. Attitude matters. We will Earn It. Compared to what we endured and continue to endure, this was nothing.

2. One ridiculously vulgar and obnoxious and relentless Indy fan sitting right next to Berto and me can ruin all of the goodwill generated by dozens of fun and decent Colts fans. Berto and I were relentlessly good hunored and positive with Colts fans, and most returned in kind. However, on the street I was called a dildo, told to go to hell, and so on. I learned how to treat guests via negative example.

3. The Superdome, the Sacredome, built in 1975, is a world class facility. Want to upgrade it? Fine. The RCA Dome, build much later, is merely UNO Lakefront Arena on steroids, and without the charm. People stand up a lot there because they are miserable on aluminum benches. Indy is getting a new stadium, and I'll bet the Superdome still stacks up pretty well.

4. I learned that what I love about the Saints games are the people first, and the football second. Our crowds in the Superdome are much more diverse, much warmer, and less vulgar.

5. People in Indy and at my conferene (e.g. people from all over the country) were very open to my message about the fundamental lies, broken promises, deceptions, and incompetence being perpetrated by our President, our "Recovery" Czar, and federal representatives regarding their support of a dynamic renewal in New Orleans and on the Gulf Coast.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Dispatch from Indianapolis

1. This post may be influenced by alien influences.

2. I am not making this up: At 6:45 p.m. EST, I walked out of the Embassy Suites onto the streets of Indy. I was looking for a place to eat.

Who did I walk into? Archie and Olivia Manning.

I was dumbfounded, but I acted smooth. "Mr. Manning, it's so good to see you here."

I shook his hand, and nodded at Mrs. Manning.

He said, "Hi. How ya doing?"

I said, "You can't lose tomorrow night." I immediately felt stoopid.

He replied (something like): "Well, we'll see."

I said, "Well, yes, it is your son after all."

And then we each went our way.

I ended up eating at St. Elmo's, which is the same place the Manning ate.

What was beautiful was that I observed Archie and Olivia walk right past Ruth's Chris as they went to St. Elmo's. (You know, Ruth's Chris is run by cowards. Their sizzling steaks are ruined by the disgusting human beings who run the company, now located in Orlando.)

Here's the weird part:

I now understand all those pictures from the early 60s of those teenage girls weeping after they got close to the Beatles.

Because, readers of worldclassneworleans, I have to tell you:

After I shook Archie Manning's hand, I walked very quickly up the street to get ahead of him and Miss Olivia.

You know why?

Because I got tears in my eyes.

You see, people, you don't understand. I was born in 1966. When I came of NFL age, in, say 1975, Archie Manning was God. Even better, my Dad hated the Saints, so Archie was God, the Antichrist, and Capn Crunch (also banned from my house) all rolled into one.

I almost wept in the streets of Indianapolis, because I shook hands with Archie Manning.

That's enough for now.

Monday, September 03, 2007

A Proposal: Preparation for the Saints' First Home Game on 9/24/2007

I may be wading into gender politics on this one, but I have an immodest proposal for gentlemen Saints fans who read this blog, as well as their gentlemen friends.

In addition, I am a Coach Payton disciple, so I firmly believe in one game at a time. I am not making predictions about the Saints' record this year or their future. I only know that they are 0-0 right now and that I am only preparing concretely for the Indianapolis Colts.

However, logistics demand that (as the Saints probably already have their practice schedule planned for the run-up to the Tennessee Titans) we must at least get our calendar in order. So here it is:

Catholics have Lent. Muslims have Ramadan. Native Americans have the Sweat Lodge.

I suggest that a group of us gentleman Saints fans have a Weekend of Preparation for the Monday Night Return to the Dome. It would go something like this:

Friday evening, September 21: On your own: have a cocktail or beer, watch Saints highlights on You Tube or your DVD or DVR player.

Saturday morning, September 22: A group of us amass at Aidan Gill for Men for haircuts, shaves, and general camaraderie.

Sunday, September 23: Co-ed event: Pre-game nutritionalizing. Monday evening will probably be a difficult night for our bodies, particularly organs such as the liver and the vocal cords. Thus, we should plan a legitimately healthy meal together, which would include actual fruits and vegetables (which apparently are banned from the Dome, unless you count sauerkraut). Lots of spring water should be consumed too. Also, just enough alcohol to warm one up. We need to be ready. Coach wouldn't expect anything less, nor would Hollis Thomas. (Meal could also include Buddy D. impersonations, readings from great works of Saints literature, etc.)

Monday, September 24: Game Day. You know what to do. As Coach says, it's easy to get up for Game Day. Champions are made on the other six days of the week.

Any takers? Any interest? If so, we need to get this going now. I can book the appointments for Aidan Gill. Let me know in the comments or via email.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Something Special for Indy

This pic is for Berto. We're planning something for our time in the RCA Dome Thursday night.

Also, check out this link, a cornucopia of Saints classics.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

This One's for Oystah

At the Saints beatdown shutout of the Dolphins tonight, Oyster admitted that he hadn't seen this beauty yet. Here it is. (P.S. Also saw Ashley and Ray at the game. Thanks to Chef Who Dat for presenting precious spoons to Cliette and Clio III.)

Joe Johnson and I Were Elected to the Saints Hall of Fame Yesterday

So were you, if you're a Saints fan. Congratulations to Joe and you.

It's a nice gesture from the committee to us fans, but maybe they should've have voted in first the people who endured days in and around the Dome in 95 plus degree heat two years ago.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Shelley Midura For Mayor of New Orleans NOW

If she can write the letter to President Bush posted on Oyster's blog, she has my vote.

A sample (INDEED!):
We’re also grateful for the $116 billion federal allocation for the Gulf Coast. That $116 billion has served you well, as your spokesmen often cite it as an indicator of your dedication to our recovery. But, it hasn’t served us as well -- it’s not enough, it’s been given grudgingly, and only after our elected officials have had to fight for it.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

I Liked Butch van Breda Kolff

I'm sorry to learn that he passed away.

When I was 13 and he was coaching the New Orleans Pride, I got his autograph at the Sizzler on Veterans. He was very kind.

What can you say about a coach who said that Bill Bradley and Wilt Chamberlain, two of his players, weren't hungry enough?

Oh, and his last college coaching job was at Hofstra.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Smooth Sailing for Now

1. Re: This Map of Computer Models.

In my best Will Smith voice (the actor, not the Saints DE):

"Where yat now, Mr. Blue Line Computer? Think ya so bad, scaring all us people in Louisiana by draping ya ugly blue self all over our state for a few days. Now you up to the same thing in Mexico, and you're not even the northernmost line! Not feeling so accurate anymore, are you, Mr. Cool?"

2. Somebody's been doing his/her homework on the Big Smooth:

Friday, August 17, 2007

New Computer Model

The blue line drawn by the GFDL computer still makes me nervous, but I'm likin' what I'm seein' with the yellow line from the CLIO computer.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

U2's "Walk On"

I dare somebody to name a better song than that.

And it means a lot to me. Right now. In this lovely, damned blessing of a city.

"Home...hard to know what it is if you never had one . . .." / Comment & analysis / Comment - How Karl Rove lost a generation of Republicans
Here is an article about Rove. I enjoyed it.

A Failing Power & Empty Promises

Hey, America, we need you to understand what it feels like to live here. See, we heard this guy's

promises in Jackson Square.

My family and I came back to NOLA, lucky enough to have a house on the sliver by the river, confident that American know-how and will would solve and save enough of the rest of this city to make it worth a go. A lot of people returned and are returning.
Well, Orleanian will and love is getting us all through it right now. American know-how and will? Not looking so good.

And then we NOLA residents see this:

Do you know what it feels like to see that when you live here? We live in the "mightiest nation on earth," and yet we know that if this thing ("Dean" it could be) comes near enough, a good bit of our city could be over.

And I feel a little like those Romans on the northern frontier who saw the first "barbarians" ("hairy ones") head into their mighty empire.

I sat at the table yesterday with the executives of a leading New Orleans business. They calmly talked about how the wrong kind of storm would wipe New Orleans out, owing to the destroyed wetlands, bad levees, and questionable pumps. No one seemed angry; they just seemed to accept it as inevitable.

It's not inevitable, and I'm angry.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Engineers to Test Flood Defenses In New Orleans -

Engineers to Test Flood Defenses In New Orleans -
Let's just say that if the ACOE had ever tested this 'system in name only' BEFORE it failed, those who lived behind it might have had material knowledge about their safety. Certainly, they could not have conjured a hurricane, but they could have tested this design with real live pumped water. We know, and we have to remind the rest of the digital world, that it was not the wind, the tides, the waves, etc. that caused the walls to fail, it was simply the weight of the water they were supposed to contain. Geniuses. Absolute Geniuses.

Feds finally pay for New Orleans help -

Like a good neighbor.... FEMA is there.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Clios Went to Jackson

Please visit the cooperative Training Camp blog for pictures and a brief summary of the Clio trip to Saints' training camp.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Getting It All Out on the Table

I hope to have a lot more things (and a lot more thoughtful things) to say about this useful T-P article--"What's Houston got that N.O. doesn't? Plenty."

However, here are the things that caught my eye, which will form the basis of some serious thinking:

1. "There's vibrancy and intellectual activity," said Dean Taylor, chairman, president and CEO of Tidewater . . ..

2. I find this sentence says a lot:
Houston has 501 public companies and 915 public and private energy firms. The New Orleans region has just 11 public companies, and the local energy sector comprises 45 public and private firms, according to an analysis by the energy-focused investment firm Howard Weil.

3. This is interesting:
"We make it about New Orleans, but it's not really about New Orleans. It's about Houston," said Jeff Parker, president of Howard Weil, which is based in New Orleans. "Houston is the Mecca of the oil business. It is strategically the most important city in the U.S., and probably around the world, as far as the energy
business is concerned."
4. I want to think about the numerous comments about taxes, tax rates, governmental context, perceived safety, and whether our leadership has "taken care of" energy companies.

5. Do we really want those companies, who helped gut our wetlands?

6. We still have assets Houston doesn't: convenient size, and more (it won't be easy, but I'll think of something).

7. We need to let Houston be Houston, and we need to be who we are. A lot of the things I don't like about the suburbs/exurbs of New Orleans stem from their leaders trying to be Houston, which they will never be. They will just be an uglier and worse version of it. There are things I like about Houston, but we need to be who we are and complement what they do. Most importantly, our civic building efforts need to be rooted in a confidence and vision about ourselves, not fear/jealousy/hatred about what Houston is.

I wanted to get this down so that I can process it. Now I'm going on a run to eliminate the chest pains and nausea I got from reading and stressing out about some of the things in that article.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

If You're Headed to Jackson . . .

. . . for Saints training camp, be sure to chime in at Saintseester's cool Training Camp 2007 blog.

A bunch of us were hoping to have a BlackandGoldapalooza there this summer, but that hasn't quite worked out, as most of us somehow have successfully procreated over the years and have associated summer responsibilities. However, there will be scattered sightings of bloggie types on the hallowed grounds of Millsaps College, as you can see from the posts on the blog.

Thanks to Saintseester and Chef Who Dat for keeping the momentum going over these many months.

UPDATE: The young Clios and I are unfazed in the least by Reggie Bush's attempts to keep the weak away from camp:
"Unless you are training in a sauna, I don't think there is anything that can prepare you for Jackson, Mississippi," running back Reggie Bush said at the end of organized training activities in June. "I think that's the whole point of that. You can't prepare for it."

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Lots of Good News in World Class New Orleans

1. Steve Gleason, who knows how to Defend New Orleans, got some nice coverage in the T-P today. I still haven't accepted that we won't see him on the field this year, but I'm happy he's doing his rehab in New Orleans. That's good news. Mr. Gleason seems quite committed to our city, and he definitely gets it. We Orleanians can sympathize with his words: "It's really frustrating to me because I feel like I committed all of my life to this effort." This is not unlike what we all feel sometimes about building the new New Orleans. However, there is a difference between frustration and despair. We can endure the former, and we will not indulge the latter. Send some kind thoughts and prayers toward Mr. Gleason and his mom, Gail, who has done her own part for our region. I hope she's close to finishing that Ph.D.

2. I want to thank Jim Letten and the FBI for protecting us (in particular, my children) from the scourge of drugs in St. Tammany Parish. I am optimistic that if they keep up this kind of work, we in Orleans and Jefferson can feel safer from the drug rings and meth factories that seem to plague the Northshore. We are not going to permit that kind of behavior in New Orleans from the kind of people who are running around up there. The good people of our city won't put up with that. (Recognize that kind of attitude, Jack Strain? Good for the gander and all that.)

3. Congratulations to the Ritz-Carlton New Orleans, for being named one of 19 cool hotels in the world--truly world class. The Ritz is the site of frequent gigs by Mister Armand St. Martin, a good friend of Dilly and Berto.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Sure Signs of American Decline

1. We aren't prepared for a disaster in a medium-sized city that is a national treasure.

2. The allegedly macho Texans in Washington cower in fear at the prospect of showing determination, toughness, and good old American ingenuity in confronting global climate change, massive wetlands loss, and the past failures of the Army Corps of Engineers.

3. At least as important: we can't even make a good Superman movie anymore. I'm a geek, a sucker for superhero movies, so when I got "Superman Returns" from Netflix, I was ready for a good time. Boy, was I wrong. It's easily the worst superhero movie I've ever seen, and one of the two or three worst movies I've EVER seen. Oh, my. Horrible. Rotten. Disgusting.

Thing is, it could've been okay. Some interesting plot elements, cool visuals, and nice use of the old music. But the principal actors are complete duds, and the story just gets lost. And then it takes itself WAAYYY too seriously. And it violates a fundamental Superman rule, because now he seems to be able to move a whole island made of Kryptonite, whereas one cantaloupe-sized rock used to throw him for a loop.

We're doomed. We can't even follow the basic rules of Superman plot creation. Cheesh.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Friday, 4:58 p.m.

1. I haven't run in SIX days, the internets know it thanks to my run-o-meter, and no one has made fun of me yet. I thought sure Saintseester would say something.

2. In the Harry Potter madness on Magazine Street last Friday, I got to talk to Nameless Tim. We are already plotting black and gold mayhem in Indianapolis.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Saints Alive!

1. Life is good. The T-P has broken out of its annual mid-summer dearth of Saints news to place the Saints on the cover now that training camp has started (and the Librarian has the best name for the beginning of camp. Can't wait to see what his prediction for the season is this year.)

2. Berto and I lost Nana this past week, but it's been an uplifting process for all of us in many ways. I should note that this is the first Saints season ever during which Nana will not be telling Berto and me, "The SAINTS? Why do you throw your money away?" I have a feeling, though, that secretly she was glad we were spending resources on something that involved camaraderie, food, and drink. And she loved hearing about our adventures on bikes through various neighborhoods and around various taverns. If nothing else, Nana is now rooting for a Black and Gold Super Bowl because it means more bike rides and taverns for all of us.

3. We have been celebrating Nana all week; one way we have been doing so is by sharing her recipe for Gumbo Z'Herbes, which was a New Year's tradition for our family (it's much more interesting than plain boiled cabbage--although there's nothing wrong with cabbage, either). Anyway, here (for all the internets to see), is one great recipe:

Gumbo Z’Herbes

6 or 8 bunches fresh spinach or 6 or 8 packs frozen (or some of each)
1 bunch of mustard greens
1 bunch of collard greens
1 bunch of turnip greens
Greens from 1 bunch of carrots (Tops)
Greens from 1 bunch of beets (Tops)
Outer leaves of lettuce – use romaine or endive or other
Outer leaves of cabbage
Leaves from top of celery
Leaves from top of radishes
Leaves from 1 bunch of broccoli
1 lb. of fresh hot sausage
1 lb. of ham seasoning or smoked sausage
2 or 3 big onions -- chopped
1 or 2 sweet peppers – chopped
2 or 3 bay leaves
A few tablespoons flour
Gumbo file
Salt, pepper, and hot sauce to taste
Cooked rice

1. Wash the greens thoroughly. Take out the stems or tough midribs. Put the greens in a big pot with water to cover and bring to boil. When it boils, turn fire down to medium and let cook for about 15 or 20 minutes – uncovered.

2. While the greens are simmering, cook the hot sausage (in small bite-size chunks) and diced ham or smoke sausage in a large heavy skillet. When cooked, remove the meat and put on a plate. Drain off some of the grease, then add the onions and peppers. Cook until the onions and peppers are soft.

3. After the greens have cooked down, use a strainer to drain them, but retain the water (the stock) that the greens have been cooking in. Chop up the greens, either by running them briefly through a food processor or doing it by hand. Add the greens back to the large pot, and stir in the cooked onions, peppers, meat, bay leaves, and seasonings. Get the mixture nice and hot.

4. Add in stock until the texture is gumbo-like. Simmer for at least an hour. If the gumbo gets too thick, add in some more of the stock. To get the consistency that you like, mix some flour with water in a separate bowl, then add some of this paste to the gumbo. You can also add gumbo file to get the desired texture. As the gumbo cooks with the flour, you may want to add salt, pepper, or hot sauce. Be careful; the hot sausage will also add plenty of spice as well.

5. Serve in large soup bowls over rice.