Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Woah!


This crocodile was found in New Orleans swimming down the street. 21 FTlong, 4,500 lbs, around 80 years old minimum.Specialists said that he was looking to eat humans because he was tooold to catch animals. This crocodile was killed by the army last Sundayat 3:00 pm, currently he is in the freezer at the Azur hotel. The contents of its stomach will be analyzed this Friday at 2:30pm.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

You Know You're From New Orleans When...

Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads
Your baby's first words are "gumbo" and "whereyat"
You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfish boils
When you give directions you use "lakeside and riverside" not north & south
Your ancestors are buried above the ground.
You get on a green trolley car to go to the park and a red one to the French Quarter
You listen to holiday songs such as "the 12 yats of Christmas" and "Santa and his reindeer used to live next door"
You walk on the "banquet" (sidewalk) and stand in the "neutral ground" (area of ground between a two sided street) "by ya mommas" (by your mother's house).
Someone asks for directions and you stop and help them with a smile
You start an angel food cake with a roux.
Watching "Wild Kingdom" inspires you to write a cookbook.
You think a lobster is a crawfish on steroids.
You think boudin, hogshead cheese, and a Bud is a bland diet.
You think Ground Hog Day and the Boucherie Festival are the same holiday.
You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.
Fred's Lounge in Mamou means more to you than the Grand Ole Opry.
You have an *envie* for something instead of a craving.
You use a "..3" washtub to cover your lawn mower or your outboard motor.
You use two or more pirogues to cover your tomatoes to protect them from the late frost.
You use a gill net to play tennis, badminton, or volleyball.
The horsepower of your outboard motor is greater than that of your car motor.
You pass up a trip abroad to go to the Crawfish Festival in Breaux Bridge.
The four basic food groups are boiled seafood, broiled seafood, fried seafood and beer
You are asked to name the holy trinity and your reply is "onions, celery, bell pepper."
You let your black coffee cool, and find that it has gelled.
You describe a link of boudin and cracklins as "breakfast."
Every once in a while, you have waterfront property.
Your mama announces each morning, "Well, I've got the rice cooking ... what will we have for dinner?"
None of your potential vacation destinations are north of the old Mississippi River Bridge (US 190).
You refer to Louisiana winters as "Gumbo Weather."
You get a disappointing look from your wife and describe it as, "She passed me a pair of eyes." You think of gravy as a beverage.
You greet your long lost friend at the Lafayette Regional Airport with "AAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."
You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the dead ones," and you know what he means.
You learned Bourre the hard way: Holding yourself upright in your crib.
You don't know the real names of your friends, only their nicknames.
You give up Tabasco for Lent
You worry about a deceased family member returning in spring floods.
You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras throws.
You leave a parade with footprints on your hands.
You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.
You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
You like your rice and your politics dirty.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
Your loved one dies and you book a jazz band before you call the coroner.
Your accent sounds nothing like Harry Connick, Jr's.
You can sing these jingles by heart: "Rosenberg's, Rosenberg's, 1825 Tulane;" "At the beach, at the beach, the Pontchartrain Beach..."
You ask, "How they running?" and "Are they fat?" but, you're inquiring about seafood quality and not the Cresent City Classic.
When a hurricane is imminent, you have a lot more faith in Nash Roberts than some Super Doppler 6000.
Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart.
Nothing shocks you. Period. Ever.
Being in a jam at Tulane and Broad isn't the same as being stuck in traffic.
Your idea of health food is a baked potato instead of fries with your seafood platter.
You have to take your coffee and favorite coffeemaker with you on a three-day trip.
You have sno-ball stains on your shoes.
You call tomato sauce "red gravy."
Your middle name is your mother's maiden name, or your father's mother's maiden name, or your mother's mother's maiden name, or your grandmother's mother's maiden name, or your grandfather's mother's maiden name.
On certain spring days, Crawfish Monica is your breakfast.
Your house payment is less than your utility bill.
You've done your laundry in a bar.
You don't show your "pretties" during Mardi Gras.
You wear sweaters in because it ought to be cold.
Your grandparents are called "Maw-Maw" and "Paw-Paw."
Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.
You suck heads, eat tail, sing the blues and you actually know where you got them shoes.
You shake out your shoes before putting them on.
You don't think it's inappropriate to refer to a large adult male as "Li'l Bubba."
You know why you should never, ever swim by the Lake Pontchartrain steps (for more than one reason).
You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.
You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.
You waste more time navigating back streets than you would if you just sat in traffic.
You still call the Fairmont Hotel, the Roosevelt.
You consider garbage cans a legal step to protecting your parking space on a public street.
You fall asleep to the soothing sounds of four box fans.
Your one-martini lunch becomes a five-bloody mary afternoon... and you keep your job.
Being in a jam at Tulane and Broad isn't the same as being stuck in traffic.
You're walking in the French Quarter with a plastic cup of beer.
When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from New Orleans.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Support the Gulf South from Los Angeles

The following is a press release, concerning fundraising program my sister Kathryn created in Los Angeles. If you know anyone in, around or visiting the area please circulate this to let them know. It's a great way to give what you can to the Gulf States and be seen out and about at the same time...
LEADING LOS ANGELES RESTAURANTEURS UNITE
TO RAISE FUNDS FOR THE RED CROSS AND HABITAT FOR HUMANITY GULF-SOUTH RELIEF AND RE-BUILD EFFORTS

LOS ANGELES-based New Orleanians Develop Program That Will Allow
Customer and Staff Participation in Fundraising Efforts


LOS ANGELES (September 16, 2005)—New Orleans natives and restaurant-industry veterans Kathryn Wittenburgh and Brandon Boudet today announced the launch of Wine & Dine Aid, a fundraising program endorsed by some of Los Angeles’ leading independent restaurateurs, including: Sean MacPherson, Dave Reiss, Steven Arroyo and Boudet’s business partner Warner Ebbink. Proceeds will be divided equally between The Red Cross and Habitat For Humanity.

Wine & Dine Aid was conceived of by Boudet, a Los Angeles chef who trained in several of New Orleans’ finest restaurants, and Wittenburgh, a third-generation native of the Crescent City. The Wine & Dine Aid program will feature and promote a different restaurant and/or bar on a select night this Fall. Participating restaurants / bars will donate 50% or more of a day’s profits directly to The Red Cross and Habitat For Humanity.

“The 300-year old city of New Orleans is one of the great culinary centers of the world and re-building it will take many years,” states Wittenburgh, vice president of Sean MacPherson’s Committed restaurant group. “Our friends and colleagues in the restaurant industry understand the need bring help to New Orleans and its neighboring cities as quickly as possible. We hope to achieve our collective fundraising goal of $100,000 through a group effort.”

The schedule of events is as follows:
Sept. 22 Jones Hollywood
Sept. 24 Bar Marmont
Sept. 26 Swingers-Hollywood
Sept. 26 Cobras & Matadors, Hollywood Blvd.
Sept. 26 The Counter
Sept. 27 The Brig
Sept. 27 101 Coffee Shop
Sept. 27 El Carmen
Sept. 28 Dominick’s
Sept. 28 Swinger’s Diner, Santa Monica
Sept. 29 Beechwood
Oct. 3 Broadway Bar
Oct. 3 Cobras & Matadors, Beverly Blvd.
Oct. 4 Golden Gopher
Oct. 5 Three of Clubs

Also participating in the program (dates TBD) are local LOS ANGELES favorites Firefly, Habana, Match, Powerhouse and Liquid Kitty. Participation dates will be posted on the Wine & Dine sister Web site http://www.roundupforrelief.org/.

Wittenburgh has coordinated an additional program, entitled “Round Up For Relief” which will allow customers to “round-up” their meal or bar tab to the next dollar—or beyond. The program goal is to accumulate small donations to create a large relief fund. This program encourages staff donations to build the fund as well.

For additional information, including the Wine & Dine Aid schedule of events, “Round Up For Relief” locations and daily updates on fundraising efforts, please visit: http://www.roundupforrelief.org/.

Media contact:
Joy Goldman (323) 664-8574

Hurricane Deja Vu

This weekend I was suppose to be in Houston visiting with my sister Kathryn and my mom's side of the family. Last time Kathryn and I were suppose to meet up was for her Birthday in New Orleans a week after Katrina hit. Once again she had to cancel her flight in to see us due to a Hurricane. Maybe it's time we go out to Los Angeles, there maybe an earthquakes but I doubt we would run into another hurricane.

This morning waking up felt very similar to the morning of Hurricane Katrina. Rita brought dark heavy clouds, wind gusts of 50 mph and lots of rain. Mom started getting cabin fever early this morning which made for a pleasant afternoon. Water continues to pour into New Orleans through a couple of breaches in the levee.

Fiance 12 had to sleep over at my apartment last night because power on his side of town was wiped out.

School for Monday has been canceled, don't worry though the LSU vs. Tennessee is still scheduled. The PMAC at LSU is again turning into a triage center to accomidate the people in Lake Charles that were hit hard.

Instead of the nightmare continuing, it feels as if I'm reliving it all over again.

I need a break...


I need to get away!

Friday, September 23, 2005

The Beginnings of Hurricane Rita

I woke up in the dark gloom that is lingering over Baton Rouge and went to school this morning for a test. Yes, LSU is the only school open in about a 60 mile radius and now the winds are getting worse that the street signs were falling down all around me. At one point I was pushed from one end of the sidewalk to another.

After class I decided I would use my break to back home fior a bit! Home is currently fiance 12's apartment, so I can be more accomidating to my family who are still living in my 1 bedroom apartment.

I came back and started channel surfing and I keep hearing one bad happening after another. A bus carrying evacuees out of Houston from a elderly home caught on fire and killed everyone inside, the industrial canal levee in New Orleans has 30' of water re-flooding the 9th Ward and New Orleans East (where my parent's lumber yard is), and now they have tornado watches here in Baton Rouge. Needless to say I have decided not to go back to campus!

From what I hear it's only going to get worse because the hurricane keeps creeping closer to the coast.

So much for creating a life that is "normal" again.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

To the American People...

"Dear America,

I suppose we should introduce ourselves: We're South Louisiana.

We have arrived on your doorstep on short notice and we apologize for that, but we never were much for waiting around for invitations. We're not much on formalities like that. And we might be staying around your town for a while, enrolling in your schools and looking for jobs, so we wanted to tell you a few things about us.

We know you didn't ask for this and neither did we, so we're just going to have to make the best of it. First of all, we thank you. For your money, your water, your food, your prayers, your boats and buses and the men and women of your National Guards, fire departments, hospitals and everyone else who has come to our rescue.

We're a fiercely proud and independent people, and we don't cotton much to outside interference, but we're not ashamed to accept help when we need it. And right now, we need it. Just don't get carried away.
For instance, once we get around to fishing again, don't try to tell us what kind of lures work best in your waters. We're not going to listen. We're stubborn that way. You probably already know that we talk funny and listen to strange music and eat things you'd probably hire an exterminator to get out of your yard. We dance even if there's no radio. We drink at funerals. We talk too much and laugh too loud and live too large and, frankly, we're suspicious of others who don't. But we'll try not to judge you while we're in your town.

Everybody loves their home, we know that. But we love South Louisiana with a ferocity that borders on the pathological. Sometimes we bury our dead in LSU sweatshirts. Often we don't make sense. You may wonder why, for instance - if we could only carry one small bag of belongings with us on our journey to your state - why in God's name did we bring a pair of shrimp boots? We can't really explain that. It is what it is.

You've probably heard that many of us stayed behind. As bad as it is, many of us cannot fathom a life outside of our border, out in that place we call Elsewhere. The only way you could understand that is if you have been there, and so many of you have. So you realize that when you strip away all the craziness and bars and parades and music and architecture and all that hooey, really, the best thing about where we come from is us. We are what made this place a national treasure. We're good people. And don't be afraid to ask us how to pronounce our names. It happens all the time.

When you meet us now and you look into our eyes, you will see the saddest story ever told. Our hearts are broken into a thousand pieces. But don't pity us. We're gonna make it. We're resilient. After all, we've been rooting for the Saints for 35 years. That's got to count for something. OK, maybe something else you should know is that we make jokes at inappropriate times. But what the hell.

And one more thing: In our part of the country, we're used to having visitors. It's our way of life. So when all this is over and we move back home, we will repay to you the hospitality and generosity of spirit you offer to us in this season of our despair.

That is our promise. That is our faith."

Monday, September 12, 2005

New Orleans fighting fire, wind, and water. Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Are these really our leaders?

Below is an email my sister Kat sent to me today. I can't believe that our country's priorities don't align with their own people...Americans.

Hastert: Rebuilding New Orleans "Doesn't Make Sense"
Quoth Dennis Hastert (R-Ill.), Speaker of the United States House of Representatives: Lawmakers have to ask themselves if it's worth sinking possibly billions of federal dollars into rebuilding New Orleans, a low-lying city which would remain a vulnerable hurricane target even after clean up, House Speaker Dennis Hastert said Wednesday.
"It doesn't make sense to me," said Hastert during an interview with the Daily Herald editorial board. "And it's a question that certainly we should ask."

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However, as a member of the House that has approved billions of dollars to fund the intiaive in Iraq, it apparently makes perfect sense to this politician to spend the billions of federal dollars to rebuild a foreign land that we helped tear down. Interesting, the priorities of our elected officials.

Any consideration of not rebuilding New Orleans is no different to me than a suggestion that we should have just left the site of the World Trade center a vacant lot. Ridiculous.

I’m terrified about what will happen to my home town…

Kat