A Frolic of My Own

Jazz, Books, Food, and the Writing Life

Blogging from New Orleans, La

31 July 2006

The Beryl Ford Collection contains nearly 100,000 photographs of Tulsa, my hometown. The public library has posted 769 of the photographs. More are being added all the time.

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30 July 2006

The Latino population has exploded since Katrina. Today, the Picayune ran a piece on businesses taking advantage of the influx. The headline read, “Mucho Mas Business.”

We’ll know Hispanic culture has truly arrived when the Picayune’s copyeditors learn to use accents. As I tell my students, mas means but and más means more.

At least they didn’t make the ano vs. año mistake.

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29 July 2006

The morning news shows work hard to look foolish each day. Stephen Cobert manages to make them look even dumber. Dimwitted morning news shows would be wise to not anger Mr. Cobert.

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28 July 2006

For the first time since Hansen’s Sno-Bliz opened 67 years ago, Ernest and Mary Hansen will not be shaving ice and making syrups. The founders of the best snowball stand in New Orleans passed away shortly after Katrina.

Earlier this week, NPR profiled Ashley Hansen, who now runs the family business. She’s the one at the front counter who never stops smiling no matter how big the crowds get.

NPR cruelly ran this story on Tuesday. Hansen’s is only open now from Friday through Sunday. It’s not right to tempt someone early in the week with a Hansen’s snowball that can’t be purchased until the weekend.

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18 July 2006

It’s been quiet around here. I know. A few too many posts promising more posts in the future. That’s a sign that a blog is dying. I am hoping to get this blog moving again soon. Now, I’m waiting for Cox to install my internet.

We moved last week into our first home. A few days ago, I sipped coffee in our courtyard while reading a book on investing. That makes me bourgeoisie, doesn’t it? Sunday morning, I pruned the front bushes and could hear the gospel music from the little Baptist church across the street. How often does that happen in the suburbs?

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