Voodoo and Segues

Cemeteries were incredible.

Met with a voodoo priestess this afternoon. She was higher than a kite and utterly fantastic.

The food here remains disappoints. But we didn't come here to eat.

Going on a Vampire Tour later tonight.

Don't ride Segues. You look stupid as hell.

Beignets and Sunrises

Gonna watch the sun rise in the city. We're suckers for freshly baked pastries and (ridiculously) strong coffee. A friend of ours said Cafe du Monde at 5:00 am or nothing at all. She was right.

The moment I set foot on Bourbon Street, I knew exactly everything there is to know about life. That’s not some alcoholic quip, either; I’m being genuine. The raucous music blended too smoothly a cocktail when mixed with the pungent odor of sex in wanting. I saw the worn teets of mothers and mothers of mothers; the naked joy of man in ecstasy of music and toxin; the love of two being shared with many.
I can't say more on this now; there's far too much to do, and I've got a lot to prepare for.

Fwd: Arrived

First Stop

Our race against the gas light took us into a curious new world.

We pulled up to the gas station. Given the Texas Chainsaw Massacre décor, Hunter decided it'd be best if he stayed in the car.

Inside a woman who was probably named Ruth rang up my fuel purchase while I examined the jars on the counter: pickles, pickled eggs, pickled pigs' feet, pickled pigs' tongues.

They're gonna love us here.

The Way to New Orleans

Hunter and I started out, clearly not at five am. Just changed the
voice of our sweet-talking navigator, Ma'Riah. Pronounced just like
that. Emphasis on the "Riah."

Hunter's already halfway nauseous. If he happens to fall out of the
car, I'm leaving him.

"You Might Not Reich This"

Eight in the morning. In pre-coffee time, it's as good as four in the
morning. I walked with heavy, begrudging steps to Anthropology, bleary-
eyed and grumpy, when a little orange cat gave me a squeaking command:

"Come pet me, you shithead."

I complied, but stopped in mid-scratch. There before me, in wrought-
iron, a giant swastika--with a cute little flower at its center.

My initial thought: clearly, I'd stumbled upon a Nazi cult.

My second thought: --or perhaps, as Hitler wrote in Mein Kampf, the
architect adopted it because it "looks good."

Or perhaps, out of his Hindu, Greek, Native American, or any number of
very old cultures--this architect chose the swastika to represent
peace, the sun, and life.

Parallax is the phenomenon by which, if you held up a finger and
closed one eye, your finger would appear in one spot; yet when you
switch eyes, your finger appears to move, even though it did not.

Look at something with both eyes, people.

Further testing...

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Ahem...

Well. That was embarrassing.

Erm, ah...

Show went well... those several months ago.

On with even less news, I'm sure.