Arty Tuesday: La by Brassai

Well you know this photo is from South Louisiana because they’re drinking Falstaff beer… who knew it was National. I see the brewery building (now apartments) nearly every day.


Louisiana by Brassai (1957)

This couple could be my parents…except they didn’t start dating until 1959.


Talkin’ Funny: Louisiana Style

Awesome explanation of some Cajun idioms…not so much what I grew up with in suburban/semi-rural New Orleans but definitely what I heard (and hear) the Lafayette area family say.


"My mama, she went to the store, her, and just left me out here." “Mais, yall come see my new tricycle, cher!”

I must have been 17 years old before I ever uttered the phrase “come here.” And I did so only to make myself understood to what I thought was a somewhat dense Northerner, a Long Islander who couldn’t understand basic English.

In my part of the world, in South Louisiana, for some reason or other, we never said, “come here.” Instead, we said, “come see.” Always and forever, with no confusions or misunderstanding.

Yet the very first time I said “come see” in Southampton, New York, in the fall of 1991, the response was — well, I don’t have to tell anyone who wasn’t raised in Louisiana what the response was.

Me: “Come see.”
Friend: “See what?”
Me: “What?”
Friend: “Come see what?”
Me: Pause. Thinking. “Uh. Come here?”

And thus I switched from “come see” to “come here.”

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Happy Easter from a swamp bunny

On Good Friday, I wandered around the trails of the Barataria Preserve with a few friends. It was a glorious day and I felt lucky to be able to relax and breathe in the air outside the city. We saw some Louisiana irises, turtles, gators, snakes and even an owl. But appropriate to this Easter weekend was a visit from this little swamp bunny. He really was fearless, which makes me worry of his long term survival.


just off the path

just off the path

just off the path



and a closeup

and a closeup

Part of my concern is because just across the pathway, was this guy…waiting for bunny snacks

baby gator

baby gator

On a church-y note, I certainly picked the correct church/service this morning. Today was the last day for an organist doing a temporary residence in New Orleans. He plays the organ at the Strasbourg Cathedral. Man, those Europeans are not timid at blowing out the pipes. The organ at the Episcopal Cathedral in New Orleans isn’t the biggest in town, but it’s a beautiful one and Tomas had it echoing out into the street, especially the improvisation that he did as walk out music. Amazing.

Happy Easter one & all. Hope your week is with fun and joy and no gators on your tail.

Top Chef – episode 12 – all the seafood

Y’all I love me some Louisiana seafood and I would be really sad if I was allergic (like Cheftestant Stephanie…and her simple explanation of any seafood that turns red when boiled or one of the party goers).

Mostly I found this another routine episode. Yes, John Besh has pretty hair and a gorgeous home and he’s clearly an incredibly gracious host. And all the cheftestants are behaving professionally to ensure future employment. I think the Carlos/Nick knifegate nonsense was just editing…and BS for the cameras.

And I cannot believe Carrie turned that beautiful flounder into fritters, my Granny would have fussed at her.

I was surprised by the fish the Chefs chose, some of those are definitely not my favorites. But I guess, go with what you know.

As for the Seafood Industry, they are hugely important to the economy of the state…even more so than big oil, but guess who’s fouling their waters. Grrrrr.

Picture Post: 11 Dead

It’s all over the news this morning that BP will plead guilty to criminal misconduct over the oil spill that decimated our local waters two years ago.

When I was in Grand Isle last month, we saw this on the beach:

Crosses for the men lost in the BP oil spill 2010

I’m glad their names are being remembered. And I’m glad corporate hubris is being punished…I wish I could believe that it will make a difference long term.