06/26/2005

Happy Birthday, Bobby!

From Yesterday's Times Picayune

So typical. Misdirection once again. But the "Fool" exposes the folly.

Workplace Shenanigans

It was Bradford's last day at work. His appointment had run it's course. But Ethel Mae was damned if she was going to be photographed for posterity.

Collision of Louisiana Icons: Pelicans and Oil

Unless you're reading this from a position near Louisiana, you probably have not heard about a recent offshore oil leak here. To me, this is a sad story. Even though it is certainly not catastrophic, it should remind us of certain precarious balances we need to preserve.

You Just Keep Shooting

Before collapsing from the heat and humidity.

And After Watching Little John

You photograph flowers in Winston's garden.

Things to Do on Saturdays in N'Awlins

Watch Little John clean the ceiling fans.

All Amzie...

The Times-Picayune has a review of an art show by and about local artist Amzie Adams in which can be found this paragraph:

The smaller back rooms are given over to photos of Adams by an all-star lineup of Crescent City cameramen: Barry Kaiser, David Halliday, George Dureau, Luke Fontana, Herman Leonard and -- a newcomer, bound, I predict, for stardom -- Larry Graham, whose carefully posed and lit photos depicting Christ and the saints (starring Amzie and others) are pictorialist knockouts.

Now, Larry, we all know you ain't new (even if your art is being reborn), but the "knockout" part is right on. Your friends are just so damn proud of you.

I hope Insley Art will soon have something online about this current exhibition.

(Update, June 12, 2005: The website for Insley Art has some of the art online, and Larry is there.)

From the Patio

A fresh gardenia.

Stuffing Face

My friends went to the Greek Fest and all I got was this lousy picture.

Boob Jobs

I just took the Essential Difference tests and scored a 58 on Empathy and an 18 on Systemizing.

I'm a woman!

Well, I'm not going to go and have the operation. I won't do that. But this certainly explains why I feel the way I do about things in general.

Like, for instance, that one Mardi Gras when my friend Vivian costumed as Josephine Baker in that famous topless banana costume, and I realized my man tits were quite larger, fuller, and more rounded than hers. When I drew her attention to this, she studied them - all four, hers and mine - and had to agree. Mine were scrumptious, she told me, she had always thought so.

Well, I just felt...fulfilled...and empowered.

Face it, I felt smug.

Just like a woman, goddamn it.