My OperaThe Dog Days come early.
Thursday, June 21, 2007 1:53:45 AM
The first official day of summer is upon us.
New Orleans is lying directly under the sun and it feels like I'm standing
in a steaming pile of excrement nestled in a crock pot... turned up high..in a house fire.
The painting business is picking up.
I'm taking all the inside jobs I can get. Word of mouth kicks ass.
I gots the wife beater tan kickin' so today I went shirtless to even it out.
Oww...
I'll fit in with the Creoles soon enough.
NOLA is slow in the summer. Really slow. Slower than GW.
Local bands skip town and go on tour so their instruments don't melt.
The college kids from out of state go home to do 167 lbs of laundry.
Tourism slows down. Movement equals dehydration.
Ok. It's not that bad.
But....
It gets hard to breathe.
You've got to learn to chew the air before you inhale it.
Mosquitoes brutally rend chunks of flesh from your burning body.
You have to ride a bike up to levee just to catch a breeze,
unless of course a torrential down pour floods the neighborhood.
In that case, you just walk through the lukewarm water to the corner store, grab some party liquor, sit on the balcony, and watch the transformers explode.....
I've been brainstorming the non-profit thing again. It's coming soon..again.
The digital projector will come into play this weekend for a mini film fest in the park. Lazy Sundays are making a comeback. We will lay in the fountain and read books, and when the neighborhood association gestapo rounds the corner to greet us with their scowls,
we will splash them and laugh.
I love this place.
Peace.
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New Orleans is lying directly under the sun and it feels like I'm standing
in a steaming pile of excrement nestled in a crock pot... turned up high..in a house fire.
The painting business is picking up.
I'm taking all the inside jobs I can get. Word of mouth kicks ass.
I gots the wife beater tan kickin' so today I went shirtless to even it out.
Oww...
I'll fit in with the Creoles soon enough.
NOLA is slow in the summer. Really slow. Slower than GW.
Local bands skip town and go on tour so their instruments don't melt.
The college kids from out of state go home to do 167 lbs of laundry.
Tourism slows down. Movement equals dehydration.
Ok. It's not that bad.
But....
It gets hard to breathe.
You've got to learn to chew the air before you inhale it.
Mosquitoes brutally rend chunks of flesh from your burning body.
You have to ride a bike up to levee just to catch a breeze,
unless of course a torrential down pour floods the neighborhood.
In that case, you just walk through the lukewarm water to the corner store, grab some party liquor, sit on the balcony, and watch the transformers explode.....
I've been brainstorming the non-profit thing again. It's coming soon..again.
The digital projector will come into play this weekend for a mini film fest in the park. Lazy Sundays are making a comeback. We will lay in the fountain and read books, and when the neighborhood association gestapo rounds the corner to greet us with their scowls,
we will splash them and laugh.
I love this place.
Peace.
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Hiteshahitesha # Thursday, June 21, 2007 6:43:53 AM
Allanricewood # Thursday, June 21, 2007 7:09:37 AM
That´s a striking way to put it. Good one
Dillon RobertsDillonRoberts # Thursday, June 21, 2007 1:26:43 PM
Yeah. It's not even July yet...or August.
I'm sure I'll get a break when the next hurricane hits us.
Don't know where my summer "hurrication" is gonna be yet this year... Gotta draw up a plan... Forced vacations are always nice.