Thursday, June 7, 2007

Clearing Out My Mind


This blog is dedicated to the 50 Million pound challenge. Click this link to register. We might as well get down with a good cause for the people and bring sexy back at the same time. I'm pledging at least ten pounds to the total.There is no motivation like walking in front of a mirror with your shirt off and noticing that your body is still moving even after you stop walking.

I went to a beer tasting event for WYES television last Saturday. I have to say it was the most fun I have had around the city in a long time. I need to get out more and have fun like this but not another beer tasting for awhile. I don't think the goal of a beer tasting is to drink as much as you can in a two hour time period. I also don't think that when the bartender gives you that swallow of liquid for tasting purposes you are supposed to tell him to fill up the cup because you already know how this one tastes. I'll never get to ten pounds like that.

Remember when I wrote about the cat that got arrested outside of the st. Bernard Project protest march. It was his third arrest for murder. Well, Mr. Smith has been arrested for murder again. Why aren't we posting his photo and address on the front page of the Times Picayune so everyone knows where not to go? This is just the fourth one he has been arrested for. How many people has he shot and no one knows about?

I would like to give some recognition to Pastor John C. Raphael and the New Hope Baptist Church on LaSalle St. for getting out there and trying to do something about all the killing in Central City. They are the ones responsible for the "Enough" and "Thou Shalt Not Kill" signs around uptown.

Question: How many incidents of violence have to happen at a club or bar before black people figure out it's probably not a good idea to go back?

How many points would I lose as a proud New Orleans native and southern gentleman if I speak the truth and say that I watched both episodes of Tyler Perry's new show House of Payne last night and it sucked? It might actually be the reason that I went to sleep before ten for the first time in 5 years. It bored me into exhaustion.

My take on immigration: I don't believe we can stop anyone from coming to this country for a better life if that's what they want to do. However, if everyone is coming here for work, they need to pay taxes and social security. It's the only way to make it fair to working class people born here. I guarantee once FICA and the IRS takes a cut out of their wages, no one from another country will accept a job for 3/4 of the money a legal citizen will. They couldn't survive.

Why are 75% of the stores in New Orleans owned by Asian families and yet I can't find a good cup of yacamein? Do Asian people even eat yacamein? Does anyone outside of New Orleans even know what the hell yacamein is?

I have gotten some emails asking about why I don't write as much about New Orleans anymore. There are three reasons. The first reason is that I want to stay sane and live a long time and the speed of the recovery is driving me crazy. The second reason is that I am tired of being redundant. If you want to read about how I feel about the city, search back over the last two years because most of that stuff still applies. The third reason is that I love the place so much that I have been trying to be more positive about being here. I have finally realized that unless Katrina's family member comes back and puts us directly in the middle of Lake Pontchartrain, I am going to be here until I take the slow ride to Mt. Olivet cemetery. It doesn't make much sense to constantly dog the place you plan on raising your children. New Orleans is like that member of the family that's always messing up. You hate to get another bad report. You want to disown his ass and most of the time if you could you would slap the hell out of him. In the end, all you really want is for the jackass to do well. I think that's all the people from New Orleans that are here or from here really want. We want that and our settlement money from the Corps of Engineers.........bastards!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I would like to make a comment on the comment you made about the 50 million pound challenge. First of all, Happy Birthday. I resent this. You are talking about the man that I love. I find you very well built. You keep going to the beer tasting. Many people would like to go but are afraid of what people might say.

I love you.

Mama

Neecha said...

I know how to make yacamein, so I got you! I also pledge 20 pounds to the 50 million challenge.

Great Blog as usual!

Anonymous said...

I'm Asian and used to eat yacamein, but that is because my father was from VA, and his daddy had a restaurant in the 1920s that served "yock-o-mein". My mom, who is from Japan never heard of it. She learned to make it, but always thought it was weird. Yacamein has as much to do with Asia as African American spaghetti has to do with Italy. I think it's mostly a Southern thing. Some people say it came here during the Korean war, but that's not the case. It's been around a lot longer than that.