Recently, my friend Nick (pictured here) received a few flirtatious texts from a Louisiana number that were clearly not intended for him.  It was still going on when he, Carin, and I were at Green Mill this Tuesday night, so we decided that it was high time he replied.  Nick has detailed the entire sordid tale on his own [...]

Sunday afternoon, we left the French Quarter and headed to the Audubon Zoo, which is a world-class zoo and has been one of my favorite places all of my life. It’s the only zoo I’ve been to where I don’t feel sad for the animals. The habitats are wonderful, the animals seem well cared for, [...]

On the Saturday of our visit to New Orleans, I introduced Carin to the French Quarter. With Pat O’Brien’s hurricanes in hand, we spent the afternoon roaming the streets and seeing the sights. More pictures of old New Orleansy goodness after the jump.

In mid-December, Carin and I traveled to New Orleans for a five-day excursion through my homeland. It was partly an early Christmas visit with my family and partly a tourist vacation, as Carin had never been to New Orleans. I was happy to return home, to introduce Carin to my family, and to show Carin my home, [...]

So, today’s the third anniversary of Katrina, and yeah, there’s this: Storm Gustav poised to become a hurricane It’s expected to make landfall in Louisiana, West of New Orleans, as a Category 3 hurricane. And then, there’s this bit from the article: Gustav was expected to come ashore as President George W. Bush’s Republican Party holds [...]

In which I experience the culmination of this pilgrimage to my homeland, say goodbye to loved ones, and try to sort it all out… [Emo Warning! Might be too personal and vulnerable for some readers. For others, fire up some sappy, sad music on your iPod and read on.]

In which I wander my college town alone, several years later, and get all reflective ‘n’ stuff…  

In which I have an all-too-brief visit with family and revisit my college town…

In which I embark on a short pilgrimage to my homeland to reach my fingers into the soil, pull out the roots of a relationship, and gain perspective… I meant to post this yesterday, but I didn’t have time. It was going to be a “Happy Cinco de Mayo” post. Sort of. May 5th, 2008, marks the [...]

(transcribed from a handwritten entry from 12/13/07) On the tarmac in Chicago, between Minneapolis and New Orleans. (well, not on the map) It’s always strange to get on a plane headed to New Orleans. I find myself scanning the rows for familiar faces. (I once ran into an ex-girlfriend in the Houston airport, I think [...]