My OperaSTILL THE BIG EASY (Part 2)
Monday, February 13, 2006 5:51:44 AM
We're back. There's no doubt about that.
I got hit in the face with thousands of Mardi Gras beads the other night. I swear the paraders were weeping as they launched the glittering jewels into the night sky, tangling them in trees, power lines and people. The air was electrified with joy.
Those beads flew faster and harder than ever before, carrying with them a sense of hope, love, and unity. Strangers hugged and split them evenly amongst themselves. If this were any other year, they would have been fighting over them.
Katrina taught us many life lessons. It definitely taught us all to reevaluate our lives and search for deeper meanings. It reminded us to be compassionate, patient, and understanding. In that respect, I'm really glad it happened... It also reinvigorated people politically, (which I can definitely appreciate) Enough of praising natural disasters...
We perched on a balcony screaming our faces off for the duration of the Krewe de Vieux. I was like a insane child. I didn't think it would take me that far away...away from all the trivial problems I feed myself daily. I've heard a lot of criticism from self-righteous folks that know nothing of New Orleans and her culture. I'm satisfied to say that we need this. I need this. Everyone on earth needs this sense of rebirth...
Floats displaying "Home is where the tarp is." and "Entropy" (instead of Entergy) and "CuntraFlow", which depicted Katrina as a huge pussy sucking up highways slowly crept by. It's great to know that most people in the crowd went through the same thing. They could still laugh their asses off at the symbols of stress and heartache that have had them scrambling for months. The next two weeks will fucking rock!
We're gonna throw our beads into every bough, until the city is once again a sparkling paradise of confusion and carelessness. I hope to see you here soon. Come add to the beacon of humanity!
I got hit in the face with thousands of Mardi Gras beads the other night. I swear the paraders were weeping as they launched the glittering jewels into the night sky, tangling them in trees, power lines and people. The air was electrified with joy.
Those beads flew faster and harder than ever before, carrying with them a sense of hope, love, and unity. Strangers hugged and split them evenly amongst themselves. If this were any other year, they would have been fighting over them.
Katrina taught us many life lessons. It definitely taught us all to reevaluate our lives and search for deeper meanings. It reminded us to be compassionate, patient, and understanding. In that respect, I'm really glad it happened... It also reinvigorated people politically, (which I can definitely appreciate) Enough of praising natural disasters...
We perched on a balcony screaming our faces off for the duration of the Krewe de Vieux. I was like a insane child. I didn't think it would take me that far away...away from all the trivial problems I feed myself daily. I've heard a lot of criticism from self-righteous folks that know nothing of New Orleans and her culture. I'm satisfied to say that we need this. I need this. Everyone on earth needs this sense of rebirth...
Floats displaying "Home is where the tarp is." and "Entropy" (instead of Entergy) and "CuntraFlow", which depicted Katrina as a huge pussy sucking up highways slowly crept by. It's great to know that most people in the crowd went through the same thing. They could still laugh their asses off at the symbols of stress and heartache that have had them scrambling for months. The next two weeks will fucking rock!
We're gonna throw our beads into every bough, until the city is once again a sparkling paradise of confusion and carelessness. I hope to see you here soon. Come add to the beacon of humanity!
