Came up with the perfect inscription for my tombstone:
He didn’t post much.
Category: thought
It’s not my dream, it’s my future. I’m manifesting it.
— Beatrix Rhone
New Orleans is the only place I know where even the bumps in the road seem set to a rhythm.
Here’s a list of numbers. I wonder if anyone can guess what they are…
52
63
380
218
61
64
55
Things I’m Looking Froward to in NOLA
“There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better.” — Bob Dylan
Homeward bound for New Orleans in less than 48 hours. Here’s what I’m excited for in no particular order…
- Time spent with my wife and daughter on the way down.
- Seeing my sister.
- Our many NOLA trip traditions.
- Shimp Po-Boy (Dressed).
- Brass bands on Frenchman Street.
- Superior Seafood & Oyster Bar for a couple dozen and a Frozen French 75.
- Friends asking “Where y’at?
- Three martini lunch at Commander’s.
- Nightbloom Bar (just a few steps from where we stay)
- The Friendly Bar (another neighborhood bar we love)
- Beignets (Du Monde are the best but will get Morning Call if in Mid City to avoid the tourists).
- Touring Tulane with Beatrix (It is her top choice).
- Muffuletta from Central (Thanks for the reminder, AJ. )
(I may be adding to this list as I think of more things.)
Execupundit.com: The Thanksgiving Pie Debate
There is the standard pumpkin pie: a true essential for Thanksgiving.
But then things become trickier: pecan, apple, chocolate cream, cherry, lemon, coconut cream, and some more exotic flavors such as Key Lime.
Shockingly, Mr. Wade leaves Sweet Potato completely off the list. The only worthy competition for which is Pumpkin.
Call this native born Black Southerner flummoxed.
excerpt from my Sent folder: unions – The Homebound Symphony
One more contributor to Trump’s win that hasn’t been sufficiently acknowledged: it’s one of the consequences of the collapse of labor unions.
This is an astute observation.
Events in the Post-Covid World – Gladhill Rhone Consulting
Though some date the “end” of covid to 2021 when vaccines were first available, or to May of 2023 when it was declared “endemic,” I would argue that in many ways we are socially just entering the a “post-covid” state now, at least in terms of theater attendance and charity fundraisers. This year is certainly the first one for me where “gala season” has been back in truly full swing. And I have learned a few things from it.
My wife on what to expect from attending or hosting events these days.
Rands is turtling. I am too. Perhaps you should consider doing so as well.
In a society that increasingly values visibility over privacy, choosing to keep parts of our lives to ourselves can feel almost countercultural. Journaling is, in fact, punk as fuck.
Ive long treated my DayOne app as a private social network. It’s highly satisfying.
(Via Annie)