Mid-City Camel Toe Jazz Fest
What can I say that hasn't already been said, or Twittered. Probably nothing new, especially since I haven't read much on this site lately, or any site that isn't bacon or podiatry-related (I have a new hobby.) for that matter. Should I not admit that? That Grandma still no likey new website? Whatevs. Grandma been sick with Swine Flu (aka Head Cold. And no, not H1N1. It's too late for that PORK INDUSTRY. Too late I'm afraid.) Damn free energy drinks.
Turns out, pig kissin' isn't our downfall, but more ice in our hot summer drink of ocean. Live it up.
Speaking of Summer, or as you Yankees call it, "Spring", what's up with the boots, ladies? Someone explain to me how this stupid ugly boot trend has carried over into the warmer months. Wait....I may have a photo...No, I don't actually. But here's something close:
Ok, so that's just your average camel walking around Mid-City after Jazz Fest. Still, it has about the same effect. Ladies, if you insist on wearing next-to-nothing, let's keep it consistent. Not only is the ugly boot thing played out, but it's just distracting from your slutty ensem. Camel TOES, cherie, not camel LEGS.
Speaking of Jazz Fest, it seems our (your?) former Governor, (the one who bailed on us (yes, US) just in time to let that coal plant go through, yes that one) is a big Fest head. A fun and interesting fact for you to enjoy while you peruse the rest of that website. Because I fully realize that most of you could give a shit about Charity Hospital or historic swaths of sweaty New Orleans, I still feel it's my duty to bring you these tidbits. Look at our battles here as proving grounds, a litmus test for Future America. Our land grabs, your land grabs, our uncaring, greedy, and corrupt local government, well...yours, perhaps, someday. Not only is New Orleans ground zero for the impacts of global warming, but it seems the battles rage in Second Line time with education, housing, health care, and the equally ferocious forces of blight and gentrification, sneaking off bits and pieces with regular and wild abandon/re-classification. It could be yoooooou.....
It's not. But it could be. It could be your city still quietly reeling and sinking. MR-GO is closing (more on that later) and that's good. Maybe come hurricane season the speed bump will be a godsend for the people of St. Bernard, the Lower 9th and Holy Cross. And maybe now we can talk about how to fix the damage done by digging that channel in the first place. The economic woes blanketing the rest of the country have yet to hit here. It IS tourist season after all. So, we're pretty good on the surface. New Orleans is always pretty good on the surface, and down through the layers the goodness still flows, because that's what this is, a Good Place with Good People. But I just wanted to remind you that the thing that happened, coming on four years ago, is still here. Like a dark flutter-flicker to your left, to your right. It's ok. I have to remind myself from time to time these days.
There are some people here who will argue and say that recovery has passed. We're in a New Phase now and we can't keep talking about what happened because it causes too much pain. Yet, I didn't go through it, you probably didn't go through it, and I'm sorry if you did. But let's be honest, this is for those forgetful souls beleaguered by more immediate troubles, those outside this bubble, to remind you that yes, still here, still need help, still working on it. It will be years and years, but it can be done. Save Charity, Save Mid City, Save New Orleans, Save America.

















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editer (Phil Cauthon) says…
"Grandma still no likey new website"
Jilla, it may please you to know that we're working on retooling aspects of the new site, particularly the front page. The new site was /supposed/ to be even more user-friendly, but it's evident that several of the changes have actually made the site less usable.... feel to lemme know which changes you personally find regrettable.
bloozman (anonymous) says…
The former gov has long been a fan of blues music. She likes to dance with her arms in the air. I'll not fault her for either of those.
godjilla (Jill Ensley) says…
Phil, I think I've emailed you a few of my thoughts already. It really is hard to pin down other than organizational issues. Too much scrolling on the main page, and oddly enough, too many things buried in menus. I know that sounds like it should be a good thing, but...I don't know...if I think of a better way to say it, I'll let you know.
blooz, neither do I, neither do I.
DOTDOT (anonymous) says…
When I cut my hair with a bowl
I look like an internet troll
"Why not," says my mom,
"bug Lawrence dot com?"
but cripes, ma, they sure make you scroll
OtherJoel (anonymous) says…
Hey, hey, hey! I thought we were talking about camel toe here. Focus, people! Focus!
godjilla (Jill Ensley) says…
I know, right? what has happened to the world?!
DOTDOT (anonymous) says…
Camel toe JAZZ!!
Most men spend their lives playing it in one form or another.
godjilla (Jill Ensley) says…
Camels can't do jazz hands, and that makes me sad.
OtherJoel (anonymous) says…
Hand jazz is probably more common than camel toe jazz. Overall.
godjilla (Jill Ensley) says…
Man, I try and talk about serious things and all you guys hear is camel jazz. Always with the camel jazz.
godjilla (Jill Ensley) says…
p.s. I blame Web 2.0
and textsfromlastnight.com
DOTDOT (anonymous) says…
I blame Gavon Laessig.
But don't think it's easy sitting here coming up with the right mixture of irreverence and irrelevance.
I appreciate your news from NOLA, but that appreciation isn't enough to inspire intelligence. Not from me, anyway.
gavon (Gavon Laessig) says…
Wait, what the hell did I do?!?! Oh, yeah...permanently lower the discourse. That's my job!
And Jill, Texts From Last Night is awesome. In return, with my thanks:
http://whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com/
godjilla (Jill Ensley) says…
no words! nooo wooooorrrrrdzzzzz.