Stranger Than Fiction
Jazz Fest is always a busy and energizing time for me. Working out on the Fairgrounds, ground zero for entertainment during the season, is always fun. (Well, maybe not running through the rain with PCs wrapped in garbage bags trying to safeguard the gear, the rest is pretty great.) Its especially good this year because I actually have a team to work with. The pictures here were taken by one of the long standing HumidCity Irregulars: M. Styborski (who you may well know from his blog Nation of Morons). We’ve been putting out a good variety of nearly real time content and having fun doing it (except for the rain).
This year I have two surprising new bits of additional good fortune to share.
The first one is tomorrow. Instead of my usual ride to the Bywater on my bike I will be making my way to the French Quarter on the streetcar and heading over to Aranud’s for drinks. The lovely ladies of Tales of the Cocktail have been generous enough to ask me to be a judge, so tomorrow will be an afternoon of careful cocktail appraisal. Their office is next to my own, and we have been working together on fund raising efforts for the Ashley Morris Fund, yet despite knowing me they asked anyway. Brave or foolhardy, you be the judge.
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The second is an odd bit of internet flotsam. I noticed a trackback in the site log that appeared to be brand new, yet when I followed it I got a surprise. Evidently my yearly anti-caterpillar rant here on the HumidCity was picked up and quoted in The New Yorker. Not only that, but the article is almost exactly a year old. I must admit to being quite amused that my words ended up there of all places not to mention puzzled at why it would take a year for a trackback to show. I’ll be damned.
April 29th, 2008 at 7:35 am
Getting drenched at Jazz Fest?
Invited to be a ‘Judge’ at a drinking melee?
Stinging Caterpillers falling in hordes from the sky?
Ah, Spring in New Orleans!
After the music, I’ll be drunkingly killing those little squirmy bastards with a stick, just to get in my front door.
There’s no place like home…
There’s no place like home…
There’s no place like home….
April 29th, 2008 at 9:12 am
Big congrats on being a judge of the Cocktail Chicks AND on The New Yorker pick-up! Woot!!
April 29th, 2008 at 6:17 pm
I was quoted in the same article — feels good, huh? Actually the whole series is pretty good if you have a few hours to read it all!
April 30th, 2008 at 9:32 am
caterpillar factoid - Buck Moth Caterpillars
the moths are the pretty black and white ones with red, fuzzy bodies
you can wrap your oaks with tin foil about 3 feet up, and it will help prevent defoliation
and you should pity them - they don’t intentionally sting you, unlike hornets, and if you wear a hat and a tight collar and watch where you go during caterpillar season, you should be able to avoid stings. killing them for their nature - something over which they have NO control, and which requires no action or reaction on their part - bothers me a whole lot.
then again, defoliation of the oaks bothers me lots, too.
poor caterpillars.
May 1st, 2008 at 6:31 pm
It truly was a day of ego. I’d be a liar if I claimed otherwise.