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This year we had a meeting of the Krewes as The Krewe of Chartreuse and the Skelton Krewe joined up in the Vieaux Carre on Fat Tuesday. Pictured above is the ceremonial passing of the spanker from our Captain to theirs.

Despite being somewhat impaired by my injured wrist and all over aches I managed to march. Despite the many things going wrong right now Carnival, as always, has lifted my spirits. The trials of life in the new New Orleans fade a bit as I reflect on the fact that for the first time I am doing something I absolutely love for my livelihood (blogging and online social networking), I have a fantastic marriage, and wonderful friends. All in all life is good.

I hope to be writing more frequently soon, lately I have had to save my typing for work forcing me to leave you to the tender mercies of our other writers (Thanks Bigezbear!). Until I’m in better shape I will be doing short posts and throwing up photos on a regular basis to keep a hand in.

Look out tomorrow for a special post I will be making concerning the Grey Ghost and Rex Dingler of NOLA Rising.

Pax,

Loki

The Annual Krewe of Chartreuse stumble has come to an end. From our annual march down St Charles Avenue through the meeting of the subkrewes and subsequent Grand Rumpus Toast it was, as always, a blast!Way too much Green Chartreuse was consumed, Maitri was initiated looking lovely in her finery, our Charter Member and Krewe De Noir Captain Micahra returned form her exile in L.A. just in time, Lex and I got remarried in a SubGenius ceremony, and we all had a day of purest catharsis. I think I now feel more stable and human in the aftermath then I have for months.

I have now stepped down as Dark Lord for the Krewe, only to be replaced by my predecessor! Could not go to a better recipient, especialy as he joined me amongst the racks of the 40+ set as of Carnival Day! Happy BDay Doodler!

Now those of you who do not hail from our beknighted city are proabably quite puzzled by the festivities, and not without reason. At first galnce it may seem counterintuitive to be partying when everything around us is so completely in disarry. What you need to understand is the psychological ramifications for those of us that live here.

We exist in a place where Katrina, the Federal Flood, and the ongoing trials infect every aspect of day to day life. Every interaction, every conversation, every walk down the block are tainted with the events of the past 18 months. In this sort of environment catharsis is essential. On Mardi Gras Day a pauper can be a prince, a prince can be a clown, and the clowns that, “govern,” us can be skewered with impunity. Every masker is able to leave behind the wrekage of their former home and cut loose in a collaborative satirization of the pain we are steeped in.

This is how we heal.

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