Started playing the ukulele. I look like a circus bear playing it, but the brittle little thing makes me smile.Some people are saying you can smell the crude oil from the river side here in the Bywater. Fortunately, I've had chronic nasal congestion since I was ten brought on my yellow waves of pollen every spring. So I can't smell as thing. Sometimes my blocked nose comes in handy. Like when I'm sitting on the back porch strumming out a ear-wrenching version of In The Pines I'm not at all bothered by our neighbor's dog crapping all over our thin backyard. Kate tells me it could peel paint.
Out of the whole country the BP mess seems to bother the citizens of New Orleans the least. Did you watch the Daily Show last night when that director man was talking about his cab driver's indifference to the many road deaths he saw daily. Nola folks are the same way about biblically sized disasters. But there's a split between the people that outlasted the storm and those of us who've come after Katrina. They good give a shit if the city burned to the ground. They wouldn't flinch, they'd just rebuild. The rest of us just mime the countenance of the old-timers. I'm just saying this so you don't get the wrong idea about me. I'm a baseline copy cat, a follower to the core. But I'm not ashamed, followings how we killed mammoth and got across the land bridge. Well, my people did anyway.
I'm planning to go to Heroes con in June, hope to see any of you there.
