Another Dickensian New Orleans flashback. Continue reading Story Time: Comfortably Numb
A review of This Will Not Pass: Trump, Biden, and the Battle for America’s Future by Jonathan Martin and Alexander Burns. Continue reading This Will Not Pass
“There’s a stain on my notebook where your coffee cup was.” Continue reading Black Coffee In Bed
“You got to pick a pocket or two.” Continue reading Story Time: Mrs. Fagin and the Urchins
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Heat Of The Moment
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Driving Sideways
If looks could kill, they probably will, in games without frontiers, war without tears. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Games Without Frontiers
A tribute to the Queen of Bourbon Street: Chris Owens, 19?? to 2022. Continue reading Letter From New Orleans: Chris Owens, R.I.P.
All is well at Adrastos World HQ. Continue reading Tornadic Activity
The view from New Orleans on the Deshaun Watson freak show. Continue reading The Deshaun Disgrace
Adrastos on Trump’s windmill phobia and how Entergy New Orleans is for the birds. Continue reading The Windmills Of Trump’s Mind
It’s that day again. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: The Real Me
Happy Mardi Gras. Continue reading Mardi Gras Mumbles
The state of Adratos’ Carnival state of mind. Continue reading Post-Lockdown Carnival Ennui Blues
It’s that day again. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: You Can Close Your Eyes
Adrastos knocks Nyx. Continue reading Letter From New Orleans: Nix On Nyx
A tribute to Sean Payton. Continue reading Sláinte, Sean
It’s that day again. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Burning Down The House
New Orleans Mayor LaToya Cantrell was elected in 2017 as a progressive. After four years of an increasingly incoherent mayoralty, it’s hard to tell what if anything she stands for. She was easily reelected but without any opponent of stature with the money to mount a serious challenge. Mayor Teedy believes she has a mandate but for what? Beats the hell outta me.
I realize that this post may qualify as inside-New Orleans baseball to some readers. I started out as a hyper-local New Orleans blogger in 2006, after all. Sometimes I revert to that form.
New Orleans is among the most interesting cities in the world and Carnival is central to our local culture. I have oversimplified at points to make this post comprehensible to those who are, as we say in the 13th Ward, from away.
Carnival disputes have often served as proxies for political warfare in New Orleans. In 1992, a Mardi Gras anti-discrimination ordinance passed shaking up the staid, stuffy, and often racist Carnival order. It led some of the snootier all-white krewes such as Comus and Momus to stop parading for good. It was a much-needed shakeup that led to the birth of some new and more diverse parading krewes such as Orpheus and Muses and eventually to quirky marching groups such as the 610 Stompers, Pussyfooters, and Laissez Boys to name a few.
It’s happening again. The city has decided to press on with Carnival even with Omicron raging. Ironically, the only thing Mayor Teedy did right in her first term was combat COVID. City Hall has announced that parade routes will be compressed and altered supposedly because of an understaffed and overwhelmed police department. In fact, this is a change that has been long sought by the NOPD and they’ve managed to accomplish it under cover of COVID. They’ve wanted to consolidate the peak parade route onto St. Charles Avenue, and they’ve gotten their way for at least 2022.
The changes directly impact the parades that roll up Magazine Street in Uptown New Orleans. It means that these krewes will no longer parade around the corner from Adrastos World HQ. That’s no big whoop for me this year: I plan to stay away from the parade route. I’ve managed to go this long without getting sick during the pandemic and while I love Carnival, it’s not worth getting sick over. Nothing is.
There’s one krewe that has been rolling up Magazine Street for many decades: the Krewe of Thoth. They’ve made it a point to parade past hospitals and other health care facilities with the aim of bringing good cheer to patients and staff alike, especially at Children’s Hospital.
Thoth is the parade I will miss the most. There’s an annual neighborhood party at the corner of Valence and Magazine Streets. It was missed last year but it will be impossible this year as the parades will begin nine blocks away. I hope to feel safe during Carnival 2023 but it’s uncertain if Thoth or the other Magazine Street parades will return.
City Hall consulted with some of the parading krewes. Thoth was not among them.
One krewe that was not forced to move its route is Endymion. They parade across town in Mid-City. They’ve been allowed to stay on their customary route with a few tweaks That’s why this post is called A Tale Of Two Krewes.
Endymion is an obnoxious parading krewe with political clout and money to burn. Most of its members live in suburban Jefferson and St. Tammany Parishes. The latter is the reddest and richest parish in the Gret Stet Of Louisiana. Yet, they have more clout than Thoth, which is based in the bluest parish with an allegedly progressive mayor. What’s wrong with this picture?
A personal note: I hate Endymion and the people who camp out for days on its route. Hardcore New Orleanians call these creeps the Krewe of Chad because one year some jerk named Chad painted his name on the neutral ground of Orleans Avenue. I am not making this up:
My predecessor as publisher, Athenae, started the Not Everything Sucks series because most things did. I’ve let the feature slide in the past year but it’s time to put on the proverbial happy face and smile, smile, smile today, especially … Continue reading Not Everything Sucks: The Posthumous Plessy Pardon
First post of the year. Continue reading Whiplash Winter Weather
Happy New Year. Continue reading Saturday Odds & Sods: Sugar Magnolia
The secret word is cringe. Continue reading Things That Make Me Cringe 2.0
Don’t spike the ball. Continue reading Fatigue Fatigue
Diaper Deas are here again. Continue reading Malaka Of The Week: Rutledge Deas IV
Break on through to the other side. Continue reading Rando Notes
Things had slowed down in New Orleans on the COVID front, but it looks as if we’re about to be hit with another wave. I know of at least 10 people who have been exposed to the highly contagious Omicron variant. I’m glad the Carnival parading season is late this year. We may still be able to salvage it. Stay tuned.
This week’s seasonal theme song was written by Aimee Mann for her classic 1993 album, Whatever. It’s more of a Dickensian song than a holiday song, which is why I like it so much.
We have two versions of Jacob Marley’s Chains for your listening pleasure: the studio original and a live solo acoustic version with an amusing introduction by the songwriter.
We’ve all been foolish, but I for one have never been part of a chain-chain-chain of fools:
It’s time to stop fooling around and jump to the break.
It’s been foggy this week in New Orleans. I love the fog as long as I don’t have to drive in it. It’s a by-product of growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area. Monet loved the fog too. Perhaps I should have named my black cat Monet instead of Manet. Oh well, what the hell.
It’s runoff election day. If you’re in New Orleans, please vote. I’m eager to see the backs of several candidates, but even if they prevail I’ll be glad it’s over. No more lying fliers. Huzzah.
There’s a measure on the ballot in nearby St. Tammany Parish that would bring a casino to the dull suburban burg of Slidell. Both sides are spending buckets of money on teevee ads and making extravagant claims about the impact of a casino. It cracks me up: casinos are never as beneficial as their proponents would have you believe or as bad as opponents claim. So it goes.
A reminder that you can hear my views on today’s election by listening to The Ryne Show.
This week’s theme song was written by Paul Simon for 1968’s Simon & Garfunkel album, Bookends. It’s my favorite S&G record. It’s both arty and garfunkelly at the same time.
We have three versions of A Hazy Shade Of Winter for your listening pleasure: The S&G original, followed by the Bangles, and Hugo Montenegro:
If you’re feeling hazy, let’s shake it off by jumping to the break.