This week: Chef Wise Guy, The Murders At Starved Rock, Chesters Weger & Arthur, John Sturges, and Kyle Melancon. Music by Peter Gabriel, The Kinks, Stevie Ray Vaughan, The Band/Staples Singers, Electric Needle Room, and Dash Rip Rock Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: And Through The Wire
All is well at Adrastos World HQ. Continue reading Tornadic Activity
Adrastos on Trump’s windmill phobia and how Entergy New Orleans is for the birds. Continue reading The Windmills Of Trump’s Mind
First post of the year. Continue reading Whiplash Winter Weather
Covid is still spreading where I live, the Biden infrastructure plan is being slowed down by…checks notes…the Democrats, the deficit ceiling deadline is looming, the Big Lie is pushed incessantly, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I need a general timeline cleanse. So let’s savor a few recent joys. First, on Tuesday General Milley stuffed Tom Cotton into a locker. Watch it as many times as you need to: Gen Milley stuff Tom Cotton in a locker today, after Cotton asks him why he didn’t resign over Afghanistan. This is one of the best answers I’ve ever heard a military officer give before Congress. pic.twitter.com/NAqbloa29w … Continue reading It’s The Little Things
Beware of the Idas of August. Continue reading Just What I Needed
Tales of troubled times in #TFC. Continue reading The Daily Grind In #TFC
The weather here in the Eastern Panhandle of West Virginia has finally warmed up and I have been spending time on our back deck, tending to my flower boxes and my vegetable and herb container garden, and serenaded by the distant cicada spaceship chorus, and the ever-increasing sound of the close-in singers who have synched up in their search for mates. I wrote earlier about my anticipation of the Brood X emergence and I am happy to say that after feeling a bit anxious that we wouldn’t see or hear them, they have been putting on an incredible sound show. … Continue reading Welcome Back, Normal Life
We had another bout of heavy rain overnight. We only had minor street flooding but the folks in Baton Rouge and Lake Charles took it in the neck. I feel terrible for Lake Charles: they were slammed by Hurricane Laura … Continue reading Wicked Rain
26 years ago New Orleans had rainfall of Biblical proportions. The rain came on May 8, 1995 and the extent of the damage was unclear until May 10, 1995. It had rained up to 27 inches in some parts of … Continue reading Stormy Monday Blues
A lot of us are feeling a lot of anticipation right now—for those who have not yet been jabbed it’s the anticipation of that jab and how your body will react to it (my first Moderna shot elicited a slight headache and the second some pretty bad fatigue and muscle aches for about 10 hours, but so worth it), the semi-jabbed anticipate the next jab, and the fully-jabbed anticipate returning to the larger world. I am looking forward to seeing my family and friends, and resuming the things that bring me joy: volunteering at a no-kill animal shelter, singing with … Continue reading Why Is Miss Universe Always From Earth?
2020, Man. Continue reading Zeta, Man
My latest column for the Bayou Brief is online. It’s my reflections on the upcoming election with a local emphasis. Here’s the tagline: 13th Ward ramblings on the 2020 election, Orleans Parish style. Sidney Torres is NOT on the ballot; he just acts like he is. In other news, Hurricane Zeta strengthened in the wee small hours of the morning. After half-a-dozen games of hurricane dodge ball it appears headed our way. I’m not sure how this will impact my blogging, but I expect to lose power as this is a wind event. Anything I’m able to schedule this morning … Continue reading Too Much Is On The Ballot/Hurricane Zeta Update
It’s time to sally forth on another week. There’s a storm in the Gulf, which will make landfall near me. It’s taken a jog to the East so New Orleans is no longer in the bull’s eye but we could … Continue reading Sally Can’t Dance?
2020 Can Go Fuck Itself. Continue reading Hurricane Laura & Other Disasters
Marco flops, Laura explodes, Republicans lie. Continue reading Bits & Bobs, Not Odds & Sods
2020 Can Go Fuck Itself. Continue reading Letter From The Hurricane Zone
Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day. Continue reading Still Can’t Trust That Day
Heckuva job, Trumpy. Continue reading The Boy Ain’t Right: Hurricane Edition
I’m a slacker pundit. I’ve opted out of watching this week’s cattle call debates. I have better things to do with my time than watch no-hoper John Delaney engage in a shout fest with Bernie Sanders. Doesn’t Delaney know that … Continue reading I Can’t Stand The Rain
I wrote the opening, now second, paragraph below before posting yesterday. I’m too stressed and/or lazy to change it. So it goes:
It’s been the week from hell in New Orleans. Our car flooded during Wednesday’s deluge and there’s a tropical system nearby. I’m writing this on Thursday: our internet is wonky so I want to have something in place in case it and/or the power goes out. I refuse to be buried by Barry.
I don’t have the full-blown Odds & Sods spirit BUT since I’d assembled a post, I figured I’d put it out there for y’all to enjoy. I know our Saturday readership is devoted so I don’t want to let you down. Instead of our usual three acts, we have a first act followed by what would usually be our third act of regular features. Highly irregular but what can ya do?
Elvis Costello wrote The Other Side Of Summer for his 1991 album, Mighty Like A Rose. I used it the other day in the post about my Bayou Brief newspaper war piece. This time we have two versions: the video and EC live.
Now that we’ve seen the other side of summer for what it is, let’s jump to the break.
By popular demand, a New Orleans update. Continue reading I Come To Bury Barry, Not Praise Him
The King of Bigots is at it again, and this time it’s personal: [H]ere’s what FEMA tells me: We go to a place like New Orleans, and everybody’s looking around saying, “Who’s going to help me? Who’s going to help me?” We go to a place like Iowa, and we go see, knock on the door at, say, I make up a name, John’s place, and say, “John, you got water in your basement, we can write you a check, we can help you.” And John will say, “Well, wait a minute, let me get my boots. It’s Joe that … Continue reading Steve King Can Go Fuck Himself
Whenever someone asks that, in response to some mild environmental proposal, we should just say that WE ALREADY PAY FOR IT, DIPSHITS: The ponds and landfills used to store coal ash are frequently unlined, allowing toxins to leach into groundwater. The report is based on groundwater monitoring data from more than 4,600 wells. It compared measured levels to drinking water or other standards. Contamination was found in groundwater near 242 of the 265 plants that recently reported data required by the 2015 rule. Fifty-two percent of those sites are contaminated with cancer-causing arsenic, and 60% are polluted with lithium, which is linked to … Continue reading How You Gonna Pay For It?
Of hurricanes and Oval Ones. Continue reading The President* Of His Base
I was pleasantly surprised when Trump appointed Brock Long FEMA director. Long was a respected emergency management professional who was qualified for the job unlike, say, Michael Brown. Unfortunately, everyone and everything Trump touches turns to shit. It happened to … Continue reading Malaka Of The Week: Brock Long
Dedicated to Ashley Morris: FYYFF. Continue reading Your President* Speaks: A New Low
Florence is a charmingly old-fashioned name. I don’t recall ever knowing a Florence or calling anyone Flo. The name is unlikely to make a comeback: Hurricane Florence is a dangerous system that appears to be the IT storm of the … Continue reading Hurricane Season Blues
This week Adrastos discusses NOLA winter, the Franklinversary, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, and Little Walter Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Cold Cold Heart
It’s 20 degrees as I write this. It wasn’t exactly a blizzard but we had snow last night. My front stairs are treacherously icy and I’m too comfortable in my study to take a picture of them. The smallest room in the house is the warmest by far. Yay, warmth. New Orleans is cut off right now as most of the bridges and elevated highways are closed. I kind of like it when we’re an island. It keeps the riff raff out except for those who are already here. I’m more raffish than riffish myself… Here’s a spectacular de facto … Continue reading NOLA Snow Day