HAPPENING NOW

This is how I tell which eggs are hard-boiled.

It has the nice side benefit of giving me somebody to talk to.

This is how I tell which eggs are hard-boiled: draw sullen little faces on them with a pencil.

eggs drawing pencils

IN THE RECENT PAST

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The old warehouse across Tricou Street started coming down.

It was anti climactic. There were a few good booms and thuds.

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More demolition on Tricou Street.

There was one big boom today, when I think they pulled down more than they meant to. But I didn't have my camera.

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A hypothesis: The Grateful Dead is just a less musical Marshall Tucker Band.

I've learned late in life that I really like the Marshall Tucker Band, though.

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Today I Learned there are three candidates in the Louisiana Democratic primary for U.S. Senate race.

The election is tomorrow.

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I've been doodling on chunks of scrap wood for fun.

When I did that art show a few weeks ago, I wished I had some small, quickly produced art to sell, or even give away. These are appropriate business cards for me.

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I drew one more little karaoke picture.

Love this band, don't like this song.

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I've been meaning to get around to repainting this drum head for twenty-one years.

This drum head was green, before the green got mostly washed off in Hurricane Katrina.

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You know what would be a great radio show?

An hour of folk, bluegrass, and blues that Nick Spitzer does NOT approve of.

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I learned my friend and bandmate Doug DeRienzo passed away.

I hadn't talked to him in a long time but I thought I could just call him up, if I could find his current number.

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Buddy napped on a stack of records.

Also, I have these and some other records for sale.

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Just some pictures of Shadow, for fun.

No real reason to post these, just proof that at least one of us is thriving here on Tricou Street

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I was filming when the biggest part of the warehouse came down.

I was outside watching the demolition and filming intermittently. I happened to get the whole thing (what was left) coming down.

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What is this accursèd thing?

It's got the number-one hallmark of Dixie hoodoo: muddy, bald, eyeless doll heads, something Southern vacant lots contain by the dozen.

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I call this one "Holy Cross Ring Toss".

I didn't make this; it's more of a found artowk, like a Duchamp.

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This is how I tell which eggs are hard-boiled.

It has the nice side benefit of giving me somebody to talk to.