Last call for Goober-yuks

• All of the heavy lifting is being done at CenLaMar where this morning we find 37 reasons to vote against Jindal all of which can be condensed into: He is a turd sandwich and a half.



• Pistolette, meanwhile, provides us with the well-reasoned recommendation to not vote for either of the giant douches (Boasso and Georges).



• Ashley has some final thoughts and continues his crusade against Virginia Boulet (which we wholeheartedly smile upon)



• Oyster has a post full of fun links regarding Jindal's relationship to the right wing super-weirdo Council for National Policy. This is yet another example of an obvious Jindal vulnerability that could have been exploited by a competent opponent... assuming the Gambit and T-P would allow it.
  
  Update: Oyster lists his endorsements here.



• Morwen is voting for Campbell... but we knew that already... she's been saying so for months now.



• Ray is voting for Boulet... I think because her "brother" made him a sandwich at a Gumbo party or something like that.



• "Miss May" has also made a few recommendations (which did not make the paper for some reason)



• David is still predicting a runoff. I think he means that it's Georges vs Jindal. Georges has been picking up steam in New Orleans lately. However, I maintain that the fact that a conservative millionaire vanity candidate like Georges is swallowing up what remains of the organized New Orleans black vote is just further evidence that the New Orleans vote is effectively isolated and irrelevant to this campaign.



• Adrastos seems the most exasperated by the lameitude of this campaign writing
  

  The best thing about this particular campaign is that it's nearly over. The ABJ (anybody but Jindal) candidates with the resources didn't have a message and the candidate with a message, albeit a limited one, didn't have the money to stop the Jindal juggernaut. It's time to put both the campaign and myself to sleep.

  
  
  Update: Adrastos makes his recommendations here.



• Update: Schroeder is voting for Boasso. HIs argument seems to be that the St Bernard candidate is most likely to make flood protection a priority. I'm not convinced it's that simple. I also disagree with Schroeder's argument that Campbell's oil tax would somehow drive oil production out of Louisiana. They can't take the oil with them, can they?



• More: I seem to have left Maitri out of this somehow. She's behind a couple of candidates I just can't support (Vassel and Boasso) but then again, I'm not supporting anyone. Oh except Stephen Colbert who is also on Maitri's list.



• And still more: Editor B presents us with an admirably iconoclastic... if somewhat impractical creed

  My voting philosophy is pretty simple. Here are my general rules:
  
  1. Vote against the incumbent, if there is one.
  2. Don’t vote for a candidate of either of the two major entrenched parties.

  Which leads him to some surprising choices.



• Still more: The We Could Be Famous list provides us with the astute observation,

  I don't think there's been a governor's race in the history of the country with a slate of candidates less qualified to stage a nice looking photo op.

It has been a disappointing season with more tedium than drama and next to no discussion of the future of the state or the fitness of the candidates to grapple with the coming challenges. How is it even possible that a campaign for governor of a flood ravaged state results in the first ballot election of a former associate of the firm that taught insurance companies how to lie to people?

The real culprits here, of course, are Jindal's friends in the Louisiana media, particularly at the Gambit and T-P, who have propped him up as their latest Dragon Slayer come to rescue us from the ever-present grip of "old political corruption". I intend to say more about the irresponsible idiocy of these publications and their predictable enthusiasm for cyclical Louisiana "reform" movements after the election.

But for now it's time to turn up your radios and feel the magic of those last-minute advertisements as the 2007 buffoon show moves into its final act.

The other Ed Blakely

We Could Be Famous has an essential post up about RSD Superintendent and self-described "demolition expert" Paul Vallas. Here's a key quote.

The lesson he learned is that he needs to leave sooner, before his budget fantasies turn into budget realities. He hasn't learned that he needs to be a more realistic and responsible steward of a budget.

The Baton Rouge people got their pants charmed off and won't provide the guidance and oversight to force Vallas be a responsible CEO.

"The first two years you literally get to do just about anything you want."

They will, however, happily stonewall the city of New Orleans three years from now when we have a multi-million dollar school budget shortfall and look to the state capital for a bailout. Baton Rouge might hate New Orleans more than Harrisburg hates Philadelphia. Vallas won't have to worry though, because he'll be on a plane to another city giving interviews for puff pieces in that town's local papers, Time magazine, and the New York Times. Vallas won't have to worry about "all those people walking around pissed off because he's getting the credit," he'll be long-gone. "Three years tops."

e, in perhaps a more hopeful tone than I generally use, expresses some of the concerns I've had about Vallas since his arrival but have neglected to address here probably because Blakely is funnier. The public schools in New Orleans, now the subject of a bizarre charter school privatization scheme and administered via an impenetrable bureaucratic multi-verse, are in even worse shape today than they have been in recent memory. The fact that resume-building "demolition experts" like Vallas and Blakely always seem to show up during such times is hardly a cause for comfort.

The Price of Victory

Fans of the New Orleans Saints are learning all too well this season just how difficult it can be to win professional football games. Nothing, not the consensus of the national press, not your hokey "sorority girl"-esque stunts, nor any amount of Fre Flo Do can exempt you from the fact that athletic competition is a grueling and largely unpredictable affair wherein every moment is pregnant with the possibility of unthinkable disaster.

One example of the capricious hazards of sport with which Saints fans are familiar unfolds this way. A competitor tracks the path of a ball in play. It is sailing a bit high but not necessarily out of range. It may be just as well to let this one go and prepare for the next play but the athlete, being lost in the moment of competition, makes a move on it anyway. But this act of laying one's body out awkwardly for the sake of the play, leaves the athlete out of position to recover proper balance before the ground grabs at a cleat and a knee buckles under too much force applied in the wrong direction. And, in an instant, a minor moment in the game becomes the beginning of an extended period of recovery for a wounded warrior.

While Saints fans will recognize the above sequence as descriptive of the event that deprived their team of running back Deuce McAllister for the remainder of 2007, it is in fact an account of an injury sustained by Menckles during a highly spirited Hooverball match this past Sunday in Maryland. (Hooverwhat, you ask?) While Menckles managed to walk off of the court under (mostly) her own power, the knee is still swollen and she is generally moving around on crutches. The doctor suspects she may have torn some cartilage but can't be certain without an MRI which... of course... insurance doesn't cover. (Meanwhile, leading Republican Presidential candidates argue that Americans currently receive too much health care) For the time being, she is listed as day-to-day but could be questionable for this Sunday's trek to the top of the Superdome when the Falcons come to visit.

The evening following the injury, I managed to catch most of the properly-panted Saints' first win of 2007 against the Seattle Seahawks. Here quickly is the late-week recap:

(All photos, once again, yanked right off the T-P Gallery)

• Although the 2006 Saints were already 2-0 coming into their home-opener against Atlanta, most fans will trace the beginnings of the real "magic" of that season to a touchdown scored off a mishap by the opposing team's punt unit. If there is to be a miraculous resurgence from the left-for-dead 2007 Saints, is it not fitting that such a run should begin with a similar play?
  
  
  Nice pants



• Some players the Saints expected to play a larger role this season, are finally making a significant contribution. David Patten, who should have been playing more from the outset, caught 8 passes for 113 yards. Lance Moore, Pierre Thomas, and Eric Johnson each scored touchdowns.
  
  
  Nice pants



• Good Devery Henderson: Devery did not participate in the offense this week and so did not confound and frustrate Saints coaches and fans with his unpredictable inconsistent play.
  
  Good Jason David: David, the Saints marquee free agent acquisition this season, did not participate in the defense this week and so did not confound and frustrate Saints fans and coaches by being badly burned for big plays and touchdowns by opposing receivers.
  
  A round of applause, please, for Jason David and Devery Henderson both who, we are certain, looked sharp in their street clothes and/or gold pants.



• Much is being said this week about the improved pass rush of a "more aggressive" Saints defense. I think this has less to do with the play calling than it does with the fact that tackles Brian Young and Hollis Thomas are finally healthy and in shape. The Saints run defense also has improved markedly since Thomas has become more involved in the DT rotation over the past few weeks. The Saints had five sacks Sunday night two of them coming from a blitzing Roman Harper who is starting to show some of the physical play the Saints have been expecting from him.
  
  
  Nice Pants



• Ever since they started stringing these camera contraptions on cables above the field, I've been waiting (maybe even hoping a little) for the day when one of them comes crashing down onto the field. Sunday night it finally happened. Are these cameras really even necessary? How many thousands of angles does a football game really need to be shot from?
  
  
  Hey look, it's Skylab! Isn't football dangerous enough already?



• Uh oh, the other team's kicker sucks! In addition to botching a snap on a punt that led to an early Saints touchdown, the Seahawks kicking unit also allowed Josh "Never Mind The" Bullocks to break through the line and block a field goal in the second quarter. Meanwhile, Olindo Mare was 4/4 on extra points and did not have to attempt any field goals... thank God.
  
  
  It's the pants. They're pretty nice.



• On a more discouraging note, the Saints, despite a near-dominating performance for most of the game, could easily have blown this one. The reason? The Saints had seven second-half possessions resulting in five punts and one Reggie Bush fumble (the Saints' final possession ended when Drew Brees kneeled to kill the clock). A slightly more efficient Seahawks team could easily have taken advantage of these multiple opportunities to retake the game. For all of Bush's first quarter flash, he simply wasn't there when the Saints needed him to help grind out the clock. Now that Pierre Thomas has gotten his feet wet a bit, perhaps it's time to give him a few more carries so that we don't have to hand the ball to an out-of-position slot receiver at clutch time.
  
  
  Nice pants, douchebag.

In three days, Joe Horn and the Atlanta Falcons arrive in the Superdome to face the Saints for the first time this season. Will the Saints keep the momentum going? Can Menkles make it up the Terrace steps? Will the dreaded (and now discredited) awful black pants make an unwelcome return? Can somebody squeeze into a runoff against Bobby Jindal? Answers coming after the weekend.

Jindal is Baaad

Definitive edition

If you read only one Jindal is Bad post this election season, make it that one.

"Like Pearl Harbor"

So I'm not even back one day and already I run across the single greatest political ad of 2007. John Georges is running a radio spot in which he decries Bobby Jindal's "unprovoked negative attacks".

The Jindal camp... apparently wary of Georges's late activity... has run some ads which point out that Georges's highly touted "business experience" involves, among other things, alcohol tobacco and video poker sales. All of which is, of course true.

The Georges ad takes remarkable exception to the Jindal "attack" describing it thusly (no, I am not making this up) "Like Pearl Harbor, when an unprovoked surprise attack was launched against a great nation, Bobby Jindal has attacked...." I am no photoshop genius, but I can imagine a pretty fun image of Jindal as a Zero pilot descending upon Georges out of the rising sun. It strikes just the right chord, don't ya think?

Update:

Michael is right on time with help here



Astounding choice of imagery for Geroges, yes... but it's not even really the funny part. You see, earlier this week, Georges attacked Jindal with the not-so-subtle insinuation that the recent home delivery of Jindal's third child was "orchestrated" for political purposes. Now, far be it for me to put something like that beyond the creepy egomaniacal Jindal, but it is at the very least unlikely and a helluva thing to go throwing unsubstantiated accusations at someone about.

But according to Georges, this sort of thing is fair game while making truthful statements about a candidate's business interests is a vicious attack reminiscent of Pearl Harbor.

Georges has been spending a lot of time and money lately targeting the New Orleans media market with his advertising and targeting the black vote specifically with some well-placed public appearances and endorsements. It's enough to give Georges a bit of a buzz during the final week, but I doubt it will make much of an impact on his finish in the primary. Even if Georges's shenanigans do give him a slight bump in New Orleans, it won't make any difference statewide.

Outside of the city, this election is still largely a "kick NOLA" exercise and Bobby Jindal has had that vote sewn up from the very start. Jindal will also take nearly all of the conservative New Orleans vote as well as much of the NOLA Yuppie Left thanks to his campaign against the word "corruption" and the aid of his trusty Dragon Slayer Squad.

If anything, Georges's wild flailing could further weaken the already badly fragmented anti-Jindal vote to put "Bobby" in on the first ballot.... that is unless there are any last minute unseen bombing raids looming just over the horizon.

Keeping Up

We'll be resuming our regular Yellow Blog broadcast schedule soon enough. I've been out of town for a few days... hence the slight interruption. From what I can tell, here's what's been going on while I was away:

• The T-P published the rantings of a card-carrying member of the "certifiably insane" coalition



• Unorthodox (but Greek) Goobernatorial candidate, John Georges has taken the campaign to an interesting place in its final week.



• Nagin, whose endorsements have a history of being lead balloons, laid the kiss of death on Georges as well as on Cynthia Willard-Lewis in the dismal Council-At-Large race.



• Chris Rose's new column amounts to "Oh those wacky politicians! Why are they always running for stuff?" proving once again that Rose's column possesses all of the wit of a Garfield strip. But without quite as much dark irony.



• In a somewhat related matter, I've started reading Joshua Clark's Heart Like Water which I am really really trying hard to like. But it tasks me. I'm reserving judgment for now because it at least has kept me turning pages so far.



• Time for LSU to fire Les Miles. No, I'm not kidding.

And finally, there was a professional football game Sunday night which may have attracted some local interest. I know there is a report expected here. I may have something later in the week but for now I would just like to point out one detail which may have been overlooked.


Black leotard pants = fantastic suckitude


Normal gold pants = sudden awesomeness

Just sayin'

Going to the doctor sucks.... Now what's for dinner?

I spent Wednesday morning at the doctor's office seeking a final definitive explanation for my now month-long respiratory and sinus infection which culminated last weekend in a very painful case of swollen tonsils. I made the appointment on Monday and... as is always the case... by the time I got to see the doctor on Wednesday, my symptoms had either abated altogether or gone into remission. So I ended up getting a lot of doctorspeak for "There's nothing wrong with you, why are you wasting my time?", a flu shot I didn't need, and.... well... the rest of the day off. So far I'm still feeling fine, but I have no comforting pills to take so we'll see. The important thing is, my appointment was butt-early in the morning so upon my release, I had the entire day to work with. I decided to do the one thing that comes the most natural to me. I went grocery shopping.

A&P (particularly its Sav-A-Center brand) has been the dominant grocer in New Orleans for over a decade now but, as many of you are doubtless aware, the company is pulling out of town in a national restructuring move which A&P says will allow it to concentrate solely on the Northeast.

After a few months of speculation and worry, the 17 New Orleans area Sav-A-Centers were eventually sold to Thibodaux based Rouse's. This should be a happy result for area shoppers who anticipate dealing with a Louisiana-grown company that highlights local products. I know I'm happy since even in my dreadful penmanship, "Rouse's" is much more easily distinguished from "ATM" than is "A&P" when one is balancing a checkbook. Rouse's is taking over operations of the stores this month. Wednesday, they opened the Napoleon and Tchoupitoulas location for the first time. I had to check it out.

So far all I can say is eh. Rouse's has added it's in-house line of stuff to the shelves. They make a lot of their own products from sausage to pepper jelly to olive salad. There was definitely more boudin in the store than A&P used to carry but that's about all I noticed. Of course, it's their first day.

I can be a pain to shop with so it's best that I go alone. I'm usually at the grocery to plan a meal but often have no idea what that meal might be until I have made at least three full laps around the store staring at the food until something comes to me. Upon my sixth or seventh trip around Rouse's I settled on a classic shrimp creole for the following reasons. First, it's not something I've done a lot of before but the recipe is fairly basic. Second, I had all day to make a good stock. Third, it seemed like something I could photograph and post on the internet. So after picking up mostly produce at Rouse's, I stopped by The Big Fisherman for two pounds of shrimp and spent the rest of the day in the kitchen.

Shrimp Creole: This is an old-timey New Orleans dish that you really don't see too much of anymore outside of the occasional special at your neighborhood dive. My folks didn't care for it so my first experience with it was in school cafeterias. If I had to explain it to someone who had no idea I'd say the basic concept is like making a gumbo... without any roux... or okra.... oh and with lots of tomatoes. Oh... well... just watch.

I've already said that I chose this dish because there was a lot of time available to make a proper seafood stock. Of course you can build a shrimp creole using water instead of stock but the result will taste much less like shrimp which would be somewhat beside the point.

First, grab hold of your recently purchased, fresh (with the heads on and all that) Louisiana swimps, place them in the sink and photograph them.



Peel and devein (remove the poop from) the shrimp. Place the heads and shells in a medium sized pot. Put the peeled shrimp back in the refrigerator. You won't need them again until waaay later.



Cover the heads and shells with water. Add some of your favorite soup vegetables (Here we have Onion, garlic, and celery)



Sprinkle liberally with black pepper, some Chacheres or other Creole seasoning, oh and a drop or two of this. Bring the pot to a boil then turn the heat way down and let it simmer. And keep letting it simmer. All day if you can, or at least for a few hours. I gave mine four.

In the meantime, you'll just have to find something to do. You can feed the cat, run an errand or two, vacuum maybe... oh alright how about this:

• Go to the fridge and grab that package of pickled pork tips you bought at Sav A Center Rouse's on a whim.
  
  
  
  Hack them up, throw them into that old blue green pot and brown them until you get some of the fat to render in the pot.
  
  



• Once that gets going, you can chop up your collared greens, and throw them on top.
  
  



• Cover.
  
  
  
  Let the greens cook down for about ten minutes, then add some herbs (marjoram, thyme) some Chachere's, and some chopped onion. Try to avoid too much salt. There is usually plenty of salt in this already. In fact, you may try adding some sugar just to cut it a bit. You can let these cook on low for as long as you like but they should go for at least an hour. Still need something to do in the meantime? Eh go check your email or something.

Okay so your greens are simmering, and your stock is about ready. Time to start putting the Creole sauce together. First, you'll need some fat. Now you can start with butter if you like. You'll certainly use some later. I suppose you could also get this going with vegetable oil. But I said at the beginning that this is an old-timey dish and in old-timey dishes at my house the best cooking fat is usually rendered from bacon.



Slice your bacon into one inch strips and distribute them at the bottom of a medium-large sized pot.



Turn on the fire and let the fat start to melt. Once it looks like you've got something going there, throw in about a half a cup of chopped onions. Continue to cook this until the onions start to caramelize... almost ten minutes probably. This smoky, greasy, sweet and pungent mixture will form the base of your sauce.



To this, add your usual creole aromatic trinity of chopped onion, celery and green bell pepper. I've embellished mine with garlic (because I always do) and red bell pepper (because it should add a little more sweetness).



Put it in the pot with about a half stick of butter and let it cook down. Really, give it some time. Let those peppers soften. While that's happening you can start adding your seasonings. These will include:

Thyme


Cayenne


Salt, pepper, dried basil, and white pepper. (learn to love white pepper, btw... it improves your life)

And a generous dousing of your favorite hot sauce. (I used the one on the left because it was open)


Okay so I trust that you've let this cook for a while. Go ahead and add about a cup of your seafood stock. And let it cook a little more. I said let it cook dammit! Here, you can chop some parsley in the meantime.



The parsley goes in the pot. Now, the main component of this sauce is tomatoes. You should have at least four on hand.



Right. But you need to chop them. Get that done and throw them in the pot. Done? let me see.



Okay. Now you're going to want the tomatoes to cook all the way down. This could take another ten or fifteen minutes. When you're satisfied with that, you can add a can of tomato sauce (and a little more butter probably) to give it some thickness.



Now add another two cups or so of your stock, some sugar, and maybe some more of your dry seasonings. And if you happen to have some fresh basil on hand, rip up a few leaves and throw that in too. After a few more minutes you should have something that looks like this.



That looks about right. I think we can put some shrimp in that now. Where did we put... oh there they are.



Slip the shrimp into the sauce and let it simmer another ten minutes or so just enough to cook them. Serve this over a mound of white rice and... What? How do I cook my rice? Dude, don't make me smack you.

Now take one more crappy photograph for your crappy website and have at it. And don't say I never taught you anything.

Stuff To Do

I'll be skipping town for a few days so you have this weekend to enjoy the freedom. But when I get back, I want to see everything right where I left it so behave yourselves.

• The 18th annual New Orleans Film Festival is ongoing through October 18.



• Every year, several people tell me to get out to the Wooden Boat Festival in Madisonville. Every year, I don't do it. I guess this year will be no different.



• Check it out, it's an actual Gumbo Party! Also, wow what a crappy website!



• It is still Oktoberfest at Deutches House



• It looks like you've got a new choice in haunted houses this year as The Mortuary moves in on Canal Street near the cemeteries. Yes, it has two floors. No, you don't get your money back if you make it to the top.
  
  Of course, the House of Shock is still around and is pretty tough to beat... as these things go.



• If the metal bands outside of the House of Shock just aren't doing it for you, you might try running over to Checkpoint Charlie's on Saturday to catch the... um... Metal/Space/Crud/Surf sensation Masters of Treacherous Times (M.O.T.T.) I dunno what time. But one of those guys is taking care of my cat for me while I'm gone which is nice.

Cranes, Bitches!

Okay Crane, then. How about a dumptruck? A wheelbarrow maybe?

One chance

Bobby Jindal's new radio commercials tell voters that we have "only one chance to get it right". Isn't that the same thing Mitch Landrieu told us during the mayor's race? Why are all these politicians lying to us about how many chances are available? I'll bet there's like twenty or so more chances Bobby Jindal knows about right now. Do you think he'll tell us about them? Fat chance! Tell Bobby Jindal to stop hoarding all the chances. Oh and ask him what he thinks the "margin for error" might be while you're at it.

Uh oh the kicker still sucks

For this week anyway.

WDSU will webcast tonight's At-Large forum

Details

Noteworthy

This morning's T-P

Protesters call for reopening of SUNO
Posted by The Times-Picayune October 10, 2007 2:24PM

By John Pope
Staff writer

Massed in front of a campus building that has not been touched since Hurricane Katrina two years ago, about 200 placard-waving demonstrators today cheered a procession of speakers who called for immediate action to restore the Southern University at New Orleans campus.

For the past 20 months, SUNO has been housed in temporary buildings about a half-mile away. It is the only local institution of higher education that hasn't returned to its campus.

Of course no one is surprised that SUNO is the last college in New Orleans still not back to operating at its flooded campus or that the matter only makes news as the result of a public demonstration on behalf of the school's neglected community. What is a bit more interesting is who we find in attendance.

The only gubernatorial candidate to appear was John Georges, who not only spoke and worked the crowd but also provided 3,000 chilled bottles of water bearing his red, white and blue campaign logo.

"I am the man with a plan, and my plan includes rebuilding SUNO," he said to cheers. "It's the last university to be rebuilt; it should have been the first.

John Georges and his water bottles were last seen, by the way, at the Jena 6 rally back in September.

While there isn't much in his background or his platform to suggest that Georges would garner much support from African-American voters this election, it should be noted that his campaign is paying, at least, cursory attention to some of their concerns. And this is more than can be said for any of his opponents. Especially Bobby Jindal who continues to make a very different sort of appeal.

Wonders never cease

A man named "Goose" is concerned about your pants

Sophisticating up the whining

New Orleans's new Inspector General, Robert Cerasoli arrived in town with a promise to encourage more "sophisticated" corruption under his watch. So far he seems to be demonstrating a knack for engaging in the good ol' unrefined public whining already in bountiful supply among local public figures. Cerasoli, who operates his tiny office out of a cubicle in the Loyola University Library, has spent the past few days blowing what appears to be an easily resolvable matter of staffing into a very public and unnecessary clash with the City Attorney's office.

Cerasoli had asked for permission to hire independent attorneys with no connection to the city Law Department in order to avoid some obvious potential conflicts of interest. In response, the City Attorney issued a memo that didn't specifically deny this request, but did point out that it would require some clarification or revision of the law that defines the IG's office.

From yesterday's T-P:

The memorandum, signed by City Attorney Penya Moses-Fields, said a section of the City Charter cited in the proposed law does not authorize the inspector general "to employ general legal counsel," only "special counsel" to handle specific issues. Only a handful of agencies, such as the Sewerage & Water Board and the Civil Service Commission, are authorized to have full-time outside attorneys.

The Ethics Review Board, the panel appointed in December 2006 to hire an inspector general, is authorized to "retain counsel," but Moses-Fields' memo noted that the proposed new law, like the original 2006 version, specifies that the office of the inspector general "is operationally independent" of the ethics board as well as of the council and the mayor's office.

"It is not feasible for the IG to receive legal counsel from the Ethics Review Board if the IG is to remain 'operationally independent' from" the board, the memo said.

One way to resolve the problem would be to amend the law to specify that being "operationally independent" would not prevent the ethics board and the inspector general from sharing attorneys, legal experts said.

Cerasoli then threw a minor hissy fit publicly accusing the City Attorney of having a "conscience of corruption". Talk about swatting at flies with a Buick. While Cerasoli is technically correct in asserting that his office should be allowed to hire independent legal counsel, his McCarthyesque tactics of plastering people with vague epithets which contain the word "corruption" is troubling. It is not unlike Bobby Jindal's baseless insinuations against his Gubernatorial opponents through the use of the term "old corrupt crowd".

Not only is this kind of childish grandstanding inappropriate, it also calls into question Cerasoli's ability to effectively monitor municipal operations. Should he continue to hammer away at anyone who won't give him exactly what he wants exactly when he wants it he could create a situation where he either has too many unnecessary enemies or is generally not taken seriously enough to do his job.

In other words, rooting out political corruption may take more sophistication than the new Inspector General is himself possessed of.

Jindal ♥ 's UK

Heh indeedy.

Follow Oyster's link. It's worth your two minutes.

Ever expanding human zoo

Google Street View is now in Chicago, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, Portland, Tuscon, and Phoenix.

May not make it north of the border, however.

"This Stuff Never Gets Old"

The title quote is from Carolina kicker John Kasay describing his feelings after kicking his 11th career game-winning field goal. I think it captures the moment in several interesting ways which should be clear to you by the end of this post.

Prior to Sunday's Saints-Panthers scrum, Menckles and I met up with r and Goldschmidt for brunch at the new L'il Dizzy's Cafe location on Poydras Street. For the few of you who aren't familiar, Li'l Dizzy's is the latest in a series of neighborhood restaurants operated by the Baquet family. Perhaps the most popular prior venues were Zachary's on Oak Street and, before that, Eddie's Restaurant in Gentilly.

Quick aside: New Orleans sports fans will no doubt remember the long and unfortunate advertising relationship that developed between Zachary's and then sports talk radio dude, Kaare Johnson. Johnson, who is currently one of the 13 clowns vying for the open City Council At-Large seat, is your typical New Orleans frat-boy son of privilege. His father, Phil, was best known as the editorialist and part owner of WWL Television. During my youth, each week, Phil would inflict his affected baritone gravitas on New Orleans as he talked generally about how naughty the local pols are and told that same stupid Gift of the Magi story every freaking Christmas. Anyway, since little Kaare needed something to do with himself after his six year bachelor's program at LSU, his daddy's friends allowed him to blabber on the radio... stupidly... about sports and, of course, Zachary's. It's impossible to reproduce in this format, but the experience of Kaare's grating, over-excited, extended syllable, speaking style ruminating on the greatness of Zachary's fried chicken became a never-ending source of humor for his listeners... particularly for r and myself. Once, while waiting in line for tickets at the Saints' practice facility, we happened to see Kaare and mockingly asked him if he had any Zachary's chicken on him. Apparently not getting the joke, Kaare told us in all seriousness, "Noooo. You gotta go to OOOOak Street." This is still a catch phrase we return to every so often. It's probably not as funny as we think... but... maybe you had to be there.

The new Lil Dizzy's on Poydras is part of the Whitney Bank Wyndham hotel conversion. On Sunday morning, they were majorly in the weeds due to what appeared to be an unholy combination of a short staff, a pre-game rush, and an attempt to serve a small banquet party in addition to the regular customers. So the staff was visibly nervous and shaken but fairly graceful even if they did forget to fill our mimosas a few times. But we're extremely low maintenance customers so it wasn't a problem. And the brunch was buffet style so we got fed. Oh and, yes, the fried chicken is indescribably good.

Aside Two: Lil Dizzy's owner Wayne Baquet can currently be seen on the teevee endorsing John Georges, of all people, for Governor.
Updated Aside: Oyster expounds upon this in comments

Well, since Georges poured in over $100k in support of Baquet's candidacy for State Senate in a special election of summer of '05, and offered to buy out at least one rival campaign, I'd say Baquet (former vice president at Georges company Imperial Trading) owes him a commercial or two. Derrick Shepherd eventaully won the race getting over 50% in the primary.

Toward the end of our meal the crowd in the cafe began to thin dramatically. This was partially due to Saints fans making their way over to the Superdome in time for kickoff. But the exodus may have been accelerated by the appearance of a four-piece... um... amateur brass band in the corner of the room. The band of pre-teens were either attempting to serenade the guests (poorly) or were just getting in a little Sunday morning practice... which they are in great need of. We suspect that the kids were related to the owners in some way. Our waitress actually offered an unprompted apology of sorts when she brought our check. It wasn't necessary, of course. We had already accepted the musical recital as a tone poem honoring the 2007 New Orleans Saints and were thoroughly enjoying the performance for its fittingly comedic lack of virtuosity. Fully prepped for the afternoon's entertainment by our morning balladeers, we headed over to the Dome for more follies.

Sunday Follies: (As always, game photos are shamelessly stolen from the T-P gallery)

• For the first time this season, the Saints were not physically manhandled by their opponent. The Saints offensive line (with one notable exception) played its best game to date providing adequate running room for a still-underperforming Reggie Bush and near perfect protection for one-armed Quarterback Drew Brees who managed nonetheless to thoroughly stink up the place. Even with ample time to throw, Brees repeatedly misfired throwing too high for or behind his receivers. Brees's inaccuracy was responsible for more incomplete passes than the combined number of drops (and there were many) committed by his receivers. He also threw one terrible interception on the first series where he appeared to badly underthrow an open Lance Moore. Brees's second interception was the result of a ball that Devery Henderson should have had but dropped into the hands of a Carolina defender. (More on Devery later) In 2006, Drew Brees was an MVP candidate and the NFC's starting quarterback in the Pro-Bowl. This season, he is rated 21st among NFL quarterbacks with one touchdown pass compared with nine interceptions. No other player's performance better captures the difference between the 2006 and 2007 Saints. And it's clear that Brees himself is every bit as responsible as his supporting cast for this year's failings.
  Brees (here cleaning up after his first pick Sunrday) looks like a better tackler than a passer this season



• There are rumors circulating about some mysterious injury to Brees's surgically repaired, bionic right shoulder that has limited him this season. I've been inclined to discount this kind of talk as it is more the result of fan speculation than concrete reporting. But after watching the Saints trot out the same "dink and dunk" passing game plan over the first four games, I'm beginning to wonder if there is something they're not telling us. The Saints are reluctant to throw the ball downfield. And when they do so, the results are decidedly ugly. This might be okay, if Deuce McAllister were still around to eat up yards on the ground, but the Saints are relying on a slot receiver to carry the rushing load for them this season so they'll need to find a way to move the ball besides throwing five yard outs and praying for more roughing-the-passer penalties. By the way, we're all getting a little tired of every running play featuring a fake end-around action. It's not fooling anyone.
  
  
  Bush displays his patented dive-for-the-sideline move. This tactic twice failed to move the chains on Sunday



• Like the offense, the Saints defense played its most physical game of the season. Hollis Thomas made his first start of 2007. Hollis must be back on his special asthma medication as his five tackles and two assists contributed to a staunch run defense which held the Panthers to a respectable 88 yards rushing. Will Smith got to David Carr for the Saints' first sack of the season. Smith took his frustration out on Carr when he got there knocking him out for much of the second quarter. After the game, Carr had this to say about the hit.

  "We came in here and started praying and started loosening it up," Carr said. "(I) took everything they had in the training room; swallowed it, shot it up, did everything. When I got out there, it started loosening up.
  
  "It was like someone had stabbed me in the back every time I threw the ball. But I had to do it for these guys. They work so hard, and the defense was playing great."
  
  Said Fox: "The fact that (Carr) came back is a tribute to the kind of player he is."

  A pill-popping faith-healer kind of player, then?
  
  
  Bless me, Father for I have allowed myself to be sacked by a Saint. Umm..... It won't happen again.



• Tackle Jamaal Brown continues to sucktastically jump offsides, hold, and negate big plays with his various penalties. Sunday, Brown killed an Aaron Stecker touchdown reception by lining up incorrectly. Coach Soupy briefly pulled him from the game. Last year, Soupy first caught our eye by physically abusing his players on the sideline. From what we could tell all Brown received Sunday was an earful. Maybe next time there will be some fun shoving. Although... if I were Soupy, I'm not so sure I'd want any part of that.
  
  
  Jamaal Brown, seen here doing his job for a change.



• Good Devery Henderson: Devery Henderson had, in some respects, his best game of the season Sunday. Devery is the team's fastest sprinter. This makes him its most dangerous playmaker... when he catches the ball. Devery made three spectacular plays Sunday. In the first quarter, Brees... catching the Panthers offsides, decided to take a rare chance at chucking one deep for Henderson who shook free for a 32 yard gain setting up a game-tying field goal. In the second quarter, Devery made a crucial third-down grab while falling backwards to keep another game-tying drive alive for the Saints. And finally, in the third quarter, Devery turned in one of the game's most spectacular plays taking in a pass from Brees, outrunning the Panther defense to the sideline where he made an outstanding move to break another tackle and very nearly scored. The play went for 56 of Henderson's 101 yards receiving.
  
  Bad Devery Henderson: Late in the game, Devery dropped a deep pass that fell into the waiting arms of Carolina defender Chris Harris for a drive killing interception. Although the Saints defense bailed him out by taking the ball back on the very next play, this was still a critical error and all too typical of the maddeningly inconsistent Henderson's play. After the game, he actually appeared to be on the verge of tears.
  
  
  Oh Noes!!
  
  While Devery Henderson is still useful, he just is not reliable enough to serve as a number one or two receiver. But since Marques Colston seems to be missing in action, and since numerous other Saints receivers have their own bouts with the dropsies (Yes, Copper dropped another two balls Sunday) Devery sees more action than he can actually handle. An over-the-hill Joe Horn would still be a better starter on this team. Meanwhile, Lance Moore continues to catch everything that gets thrown at him. He should probably start next week.



• In addition to not getting pushed around as much, the Saints D was dramatically improved against the pass. Sure they were torched once by Kerry Colbert for a 43 yard gain near the end of the first half and again by Steve Smith for a touchdown in the fourth quarter. But by and large, they kept the Panthers in check and even came up with a huge turnover that should have put the Saints in position to win late.
  
  
  Mike Mckenzie, NOT the Saints' marquee free agent acquisition this year, makes a big interception in the fourth quarter.



• Uh oh, the kicker still sucks. Olindo Mare, who the Saints acquired specifically because of his strong leg, missed a 54 yard attempt wide to the left which would have put the Saints up by three with 2:19 remaining on the clock. Earlier Mare completed a 93 yard, and eleven minute, Saints drive by kicking a 20 yard attempt low and into the center of the Panthers rush. The 20 yarder took a lot of wind out of the Saints' sails and the long one just killed them. If you're counting at home, that makes three out of four losses that this site and its commenters have linked in some way to the fact that the kicker sucks.
  
  It should be noted that Mare is only the third player in Saints history to appear in a regular season game wearing uniform number 2. The previous owners of that number were Quarterback, author, honored literacy advocate, and maddening football enigma Aaron Brooks (2000-2005) and kicker Chip Lohmiller (1995) The Chip Lohmiller experience was one of the more surreal moments in Saints history. Lohmiller was brought on to replace longtime fan favorite and future Hall of Famer Morten Andersen who was dumped by the Saints during a particularly hard-headed contract dispute. (Andersen, who later signed with the hated Atlanta Falcons actually described the experience as being "ripped apart" and then "made whole again" by Atlanta.) Naturally, Lohmiller was a basket case and had to be replaced in mid-season. It's hard to watch Olindo Mare out there and not be reminded of Lohmiller. Luckily for the Saints, a far more consitent Doug Brien was waiting in the wings in 1995. This year the free agent pool includes... well... the guy in the post below this one.
  
  This just in: The Saints are trying out several kickers this week. You can read about it here.
  
  This also just in: Olindo Mare was found in his apartment last night after a botched suicide attempt. He had affixed a noose to his ceiling fan, placed it around his neck and attempted to kick the stool out from underneath himself. But... he missed.
  Rules to live by: Politicians should not allow themselves to be photographed with Ashley Morris and Saints players should not be assigned uniform number 2.

On the bike ride home from the Superdome, I passed a pickup truck sporting one of those "Winning is an Attitude" bumper stickers. It made me smile as I thought about the multiple modes of homeopathic cures and oddball theories Saints fans are sure to offer in the coming days and weeks to explain the team's "shocking" 0-4 record.

Football fans are a funny lot. This week, Saints fans are reexamining every aspect of their lives from their diet to their wardrobe to the way they fold their towels in the sad but charming hope that their personal habits might have some mystical effect on their team's performance. There are stories this week about the Saints themselves engaging in various arts and crafts projects such as exhuming their buried awards from last season and... Soupy's bizarre stunt with the wagon described here. Superstition is cute, I suppose, but ultimately I think it serves as a placebo cure for people who prefer not to see things as they actually are.

The phrase "Winning is an Attitude" derives from a similar mode of distracted scapegoating, thoughtlessness. People either perform or they don't. Management (in this case football management) has no business preaching to individual adults about "attitude". It is a paranoid resort to nebulous pop-psychology when a simple statement of the facts would suffice. I discussed this briefly with Wintermute in a previous comment thread. Quoting myself:

None of this has anything to do with "mental jinxes" or attitude or what is or is not buried behind the practice field. All of that is just... well... bullshit dreamed up by people who don't like to live in the real world.

You either block the guy in front of you or you don't. You either catch the ball or you don't. It's that simple.

It's also not the end of the world if you don't accomplish those things. One reason people get hung up on superstition or "attitude" is that they have trouble accepting failure. They should grow the fuck up. Stuff sucks sometimes.

When football coaches complain about "attitude" what they're really doing is engaging in a cowardly power struggle with their employees; bullying them into accepting a disproportionate share of the blame for a team failing. Fans who paste "Winning is an Attitude" sticker to their trucks are simply enabling this kind of snide intimidation.

I'd be more worried about the "attitude" of fans who place so much emphasis on winning that they too often deny themselves the opportunity to enjoy the experience of... well... being football fans. Sure, the Saints kind of suck this year. But so what? It's your team, New Orleans. Every week, large men in black leotards still wear your Fleur-de-Lis and run around in your Superdome colliding with one another at unhealthy speeds for your amusement. Regardless of the record, it's always worth the twelve dollar bloody mary. Plus, this is a team in the process of going from "worst" to "first" to "worster" in one of the more improbable roller coaster rides in sports history. This is some fascinating shit. Or, to quote John Kasay once more, "This Stuff Never Gets Old".

I'll be out of town during next week's game so I can't guarantee I'll get to see much of it. The Saints have a date with the Atlanta Falcons on October 21 in your Superdome. I hope to see all of you there.

Place holder

If you're here today to read about yesterday's Saints game, have patience. The post is coming but it is going to be pretty long. In the meantime, I would like you to consider this photo Varg found of the man who could soon become the Saints' new kicker and consider how easily the addition of a "hot chick" would qualify it for inclusion on this site.

The value of good reporting

This week's T-P story by Katy Reckdahl covered an incident in Treme where 20 NOPD cruisers broke up a peaceful funeral procession. It's only the latest in a series of such outrages and I posted the initial article here on Wednesday. In the article, Reckdahl repeated the consensus belief of the marchers that the police were responding to complaints lodged by "newcomers" to the neighborhood who didn't understand the long history of these kinds of funeral processions. While I suspect that this aspect of the story is likely true, Reckdahl did a poor job of checking her facts. I and several other commenters on Wednesday worried about the lack of quotes from any of the complainants and wondered, as mominem put it, "if we are getting the whole story".

Today, Karen follows up with this.

I have a friend who is one of the "new comers" in Treme. She did not call the Police and she has no idea who did but she was singled out as the snitch.

The rest of the night the crowd that had assembled stood in front of her house screaming and throwing things. She did speak to Katy in depth and I guess she had nothing to say that would support the assertion that "they" the newcomers are trying to ruin Treme.

At New Orleans News Notes, Media Maven more thoroughly examines the flaws in the reporting here.

In the Reckdahl articles we have anonymous sources, unsupported statements and questionable quality of support (a random resident isn't exactly an authority). Did the copy editors raise concerns? Reckdahl might be right that "newcomers" are to blame, but her articles doesn't try to answer that question.

Biased, incomplete reporting is bad reporting... and in this case, potentially dangerous... whether you agree with the reporter's biases or not. By giving a flawed report on this problem, is Ms Reckdahl helping or hurting the cause of those with whom she is in sympathy?

Jindal is Bad

"Outside Agitators" edition

Quote of the day

From Bill Simmons's ESPN.com column:

A reader from Brooklyn named Eric asks, "Did you watch Peter King's Saints feature on 'Inside the NFL' this week? I feel like I gained incredible insight into the Saints' chances this week against Carolina. To start with, Sean Payton staged a mock funeral for their 2006 year, complete with a priest (not to mention Drew Brees also was symbolically buried -- in a city that still believes in voodoo, is this something you want to do to your quarterback?), and King tells us later that for this week's practice, Payton brought out a wagon and filled it with empty chairs. The message was meant to be that no one is on the Saints bandwagon anymore. Something about these blatant symbolic motivational techniques unnerved me. And then I realized the problem: Sean Payton is a sorority girl trapped in a coach's body. I might have lost enough confidence to even take David Carr on the road."

Stuff to Do

My still-sore throat due to residual skank-flu left me less than enthusiastic about the weekend thus no events rundown was posted here. (It may also be responsible for my heightened crankiness.... even for me... in recent posts but that's another matter.)

However, if you're going to the Freret Market tomorrow, you may consider purchasing some art from this folk.

That's it. I'm going to lie down now.

Forum Follies 2007 Edition

Adrastos goes to the At-Large forum so you don't have to.

City Tax Farming Contract Ruled Unconstitiutional

Tax law ruled unconstitutional
30 percent penalty set on delinquencies
Friday, October 05, 2007
By Gordon Russell

The beneficiaries of a controversial contract to collect delinquent property taxes in New Orleans may have to return around $30 million they grossed over the life of the deal under a ruling handed down by the 4th Circuit Court of Appeal this week.

The appellate court deemed unconstitutional a 1998 city law that established a 30 percent penalty on delinquent taxes for the purpose of paying the Texas law firm that won the collections contract.

The firm, now called Linebarger Goggan Blair & Sampson, shared its fees with a local group with strong political ties called United Governmental Services of Louisiana.

This is one of the uglier manifestations of political cronies benefiting from privatization of government services. In this case, a collection agency is paid a fee for tracking down delinquent taxes. The 30 percent fee is appended directly to the taxpayer's bill. As is often the case in miserable times, the good money is made in hunting misery bounty.

But bounty hunting, being the miserable business that it is, requires an especially amoral disposition in those who seek its ill-gotten fortunes. Just what sort of folk are we thinking about here? Yeah.. the usual.

The contract, signed in 1998, was among the more controversial of Morial's tenure, in part because of the winning partnership's nebulous duties and in part because of its political pedigree.

Partners in United Governmental Services include restaurateur Sam Kogos, a member of Morial's inner circle; lawyer John Keller, a partner with Morial's uncle Glenn Haydel in a lucrative Regional Transit Authority management contract; lawyer William Grace, who was a Morial appointee to the Sewerage & Water Board; and businessman Westervelt "Westy" Ballard, Grace's brother-in-law.

In a separate case, Haydel pleaded guilty to bilking the RTA of $550,000. He is serving a two-year term in federal prison. Keller pleaded guilty to a lesser charge of knowing about, but failing to report, wire fraud committed by Haydel and others.

Any minute now the NOLA-hating Yuppie Left will jump out of its chair and start screaming once again about how this unique New Orleans crony-capitalism can only be cleaned up by young professional reformers from the civilized world. And any minute now, they'll again be not thinking big enough.

Just last week, Paul Krugman pointed out that the same kind of brutal cronyism is being perpetrated on a much grander scale at the federal level. It's astonishing that Federal tax collection and even US military operations are conducted by mercenary outfits for private gain. It's not quite as astonishing... but every bit as repulsive... that municipal and state governments around the country exhibit these same symptoms of societal rot turning the very nuts and bolts of public institutions into private revenue farms.

But the Yuppie Left won't acknowledge this. It interferes with their favorite passtime of telling everyone that if we just turn down the music, build a few more condos, fix the broken windows, and get a real job then maybe we'll be worthy of less scorn. And only then will the corruption be sophisticated enough to justify fixing our Federally flooded city.

Rents are sure to follow

Water bills in New Orleans to go up

Sophisticating up the Corruption

Quote of the day: Bernazzani: "We have some ongoing investigations, as we speak, Once they come up, they'll rock the city again."

(via ATP)

Nossiter's Harry Lee Obit

Every bit as hacktacular as one might expect. Granted, Lee was indeed a complicated figure but Nossiter, in his own unique fashion, plays the facts with an almost perfectly tone-deaf lack of understanding. And, of course, the usual inaccuracies are thrown in for yucks (between the fat jokes, that is).

He was born in the back room of the family laundry business on Carondelet Street in New Orleans in 1932 into an immigrant family that spoke Chinese at home and were in a lonely minority in a Southern city that has never had a large Asian population.

First of all, I'd like to see Nossiter explain that to the city's sizable Vietnamese poluation. What's worse, the very neighborhood where Lee was born in that Carondelet Street laundry was actually known as New Orleans's "Chinatown" from about the 1870s to the 1930s. Here's a snip from what I could find in T-P back issues.

Final remnant of city’s Chinatown cleared for the ax
Times-Picayune, The (New Orleans, LA)
January 19, 2005
Author: Bruce Eggler
Staff writer

Marketplace of the past

For about 60 years, ending in the 1930s, the two-block stretch of Tulane Avenue between South Rampart and Saratoga streets was the heart of the Chinatown district, where Chinese immigrants and their descendants sold sandalwood, firecrackers, litchi nuts and Chinese musical instruments. Other merchandise apparently included opium and other drugs for the "pleasure palaces" of Storyville, the red-light district a few blocks away.

The Chinatown district also was home to Chinese laundries and restaurants, all centered on a market on the downriver side of the 1100 block of Tulane.

Many early jazz musicians frequented Chinatown, buying gongs and cymbals there, eating at its restaurants and procuring less respectable goods and services, historians say.

In the late 1930s, the Chinese market was torn down to make room for a parking lot, and the Chinese shopkeepers moved away, many of them to Bourbon Street. In 1950, an oil company built a 10-story office building on the site of the old market.

In 1958, many of Chinatown’s remaining buildings were demolished to make way for more office buildings, leaving just a handful of structures. One of those, a former laundry at 160 S. Rampart, was torn down last year.

That left the two-story brick building at 1120 Tulane Ave. Although apparently built in the early 20th century, the structure’s facade has been covered in recent decades with white panels that destroyed the original architectural details.

The other day, the T-P ran a thorough obit of Lee that more accurately portrayed the man's life and the good and bad aspects of his career. Nossiter's half-completed homework assignment serves as yet another slam against the local "buffoonery" for the enjoyment of his national audience. Maybe Nossiter can serve as a consultant when Fox decides to write in a Sheriff Lee type character to the K-Ville cast.

(Nossiter link via Varg, BTW)

Continuing to watch the city die

Block by block.

One of the oldest and most historically significant structures on St Charles Ave is being gutted and turned into a Borders. Aren't we lucky.

Update: Post title is a little dramatic. It's not the worst thing that could have happened at that corner. They certainly could have tried to shove in more condos there. But it does ruin the historic interior of the Bultman building and it threatens the several independent book stores already operating uptown. And Borders is not one of my favorite companies so this still looks like a negative to me. It would be nice to see another deli take over the still dead and rotting former Fortissimo building across the street.

Further Update: The post title is not just a little dramatic It's spectacular-over-the-top lunacy. I really hate it when I write stuff like that. In my defense, it was 1:00 AM... and I was a bit tipsy.

"The Douchebag Movement"

Still going strong according to the results of the 2007 Yellow Blog Douchebag Referendum.



Thanks to all who participated. You may think me cheap for commemorating this with essentially the same link that I posted last year but, in truth, you have Blake Haney to thank for it since he serendipitously threw a link up today to that remarkable site and, in the process, provided me with a title for this post.

Thank God We've Got NOPD

To break up our peaceful spontaneous emotional gatherings.

Sometimes a squad car arrives and quietly follows the parade. Other times, an officer will emerge and ask for the bandleader, then discuss the reason for the parade and the planned route. In those cases, the two parties may negotiate a different route or ending point, but the parade typically is allowed to continue.

But on Monday night, the squad car meant the parade was over. The band had just launched into the funeral hymn, "I'll Fly Away," and some musicians had tears running down their faces as they sang the lyrics: "One glad morning, when this life is over, I'll fly away. When I die, hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away." At that point, officers used the car's intercom to tell band members that if they continued playing, they would be arrested.

Most musicians kept playing, as they walked into the parking lot. "I wasn't trying to defy police," one trombone player said. "But I was just carried by emotion."

Officers repeated their message, with little effect, so they began running into the crowd and grabbing anyone with an instrument. Some officers grabbed at mouthpieces, others tried to seize drumsticks out of hands.

James' sister, Nicole James-Francois was shocked. "There were so many police cars," she said. The scene was so peaceful and beautiful while the band was playing the hymn, she said. "Then it become almost something demonic, with all these officers saying, 'Don't you play.' "

Soon, 20 squad cars were lining the blocks of North Robertson between St. Philip and Dumaine streets, filling the night with red and blue flashing lights. 

Now police in this town have an awfully bad time of things as it is but when you read something like this you have to wonder not only about departmental priorities, but also about how these officers can live with themselves sometimes.

Of course, maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal if the new Yuppie neighbors would realize that they haven't just moved to Topeka.

The confrontation spurred cries in the neighborhood about the over-reaction and disproportionate enforcement by police, who had often turned a blind eye to the traditional memorial ceremonies. Still others say the incident is a sign of a greater attack on the cultural history of the old city neighborhood by well-heeled newcomers attracted to Treme by the very history they seem to threaten.

Police say Monday's response was in part generated from unspecified complaints.

But I keep forgetting I'm not supposed to complain about all the new young professionals since they're all here to help us backward dumbfucks become civilized or something like that.

Update: More from Ashley who seems to agree with me.... although somehow I doubt that his new friend Virginia Boulet would.

Updater: More of the same from G-Bitch who writes

I live here because of the culture whether I participate in in 24/7 or not at all. I do not find the sound of a brass band annoying as it passes or lingers near my block. I think fondly of my grandfather when I do hear one. It is what makes this New Orleans instead of Baltimore, Evanston or Seattle. And if you don’t want to hear it, WHY the fuck move to the TREME?

And this, I think, is what continues to annoy me... almost as much as the inherent class bias. Some people have an absurdly low tolerance for the minor inconveniences of living with or near other people. I really don't understand this.

Hope I die before I get old

The first category during last night's rousing session of barroom trivia was "Movies". In this case, the movies in question all happened to be 1980s John Hughes flicks. Therefore every other question contained a reference to Molly Ringwald. After about question five, some dude in the corner piped up, "Who the fuck is Molly Ringwald?" The bar became silent for about two beats before the bartender, logically, asked to see the kid's ID. It turns out, however, that it is entirely possible for a person to have no frame of reference for this topic and still be of legal drinking age.

What's worse is that our team couldn't even prove that old adage about wisdom accompanying age since we only managed to finish second. Granted, the team that finished first was comprised of Clancy Dubos and Bobby Jindal and we already know that they have a virtual monopoly on all things "Gen-X" so we can't feel all that bad, I suppose. Maybe next time if Jindal will actually participate in a Gubernatorial forum instead of playing bar trivia, then I'll have a chance to win something.

Human news aggregator

Go read everything Clay has here.

Bummer

No reason to watch The Next Iron Chef, I guess. Thanks, Ashley.

I should mention, however, that in addition to ruining the endings to stuff, Ash has put together a very informative post on the folks vying for Next Iron Council Person.

College football makes no sense

Failing to put away Tulane for an entire first half is hardly the kind of performance one would expect to vault a team to number one in the AP poll. In fact, it isn't altogether out of bounds to begin to consider firing the coach.

In case you're living under a rock..

... a rock with an internet connection, I guess... you should be aware that Jefferson Parish Sheriff Harry Lee has passed away this morning following a frighteningly rapid onset of complications from his ongoing leukemia treatments.

Lee was a colorful and controversial figure on the local political scene for nearly three decades alternately beloved and despised for varying reasons. Lee's legacy will undoubtedly be closely tied to the strange politics of race in Orleans and Jefferson all of which we can discuss later. For now, it's sufficient to note that an era has ended in local politics in tragic fashion.

Update: Very thorough obit from the T-P

Crucial issue of the morning

Go see Haney now to get in on the "best iced coffee" discussion.

New Orleans, as many of you know, is one of the great coffee towns in America. The Louisiana State Museum maintains an exhibit in the Cabildo Armory that treats the history of the coffee trade at the port of New Orleans and its lasting cultural impact. A few highlights:

Today, New Orleans is the number one coffee port in the country. Around 241,000 tons of green coffee or 27.8 percent of the coffee that entered the United States in 1995 came into New Orleans. Beans are shipped here in large containers from thirty-one coffee-producing countries. This coffee is shipped out to large bulk roasters and smaller specialty roasters around the world.

In the 1920s the coffee break, as we know it, had not yet become a part of the daily ritual of American workers. In New Orleans, however, where business was said to have taken a secondary role to pleasure, the mid-morning break began to take form. In 1928 Lyle Saxon wrote in Fabulous New Orleans:

It is no unusual thing for a business man to say casually: "Well, let's go and get a cup of coffee," as a visitor in his office is making ready to depart. It is a little thing perhaps, this drinking of coffee at odd times, but it is very characteristic of the city itself. Men in New Orleans give more thought to the business of living than men in other American cities. . . . I have heard Northern business men complain bitterly about these little interruptions for coffee or what-not.

We may never know if the coffee break was actually invented here in New Orleans, but the tradition remains popular. In recent years, a new breed of coffeehouse, the gourmet shop, has gained popularity in the New Orleans region in keeping with a national trend. With premium blends of coffee from around the world, these establishments are breathing life into a coffee industry that was suffering from high prices and competition from soft drinks and flavored waters. Workers in New Orleans, now more than ever, enjoy their sacred coffee break ritual to its fullest.

The highlight indicates the sentence that brings the largest smile to my face. Also, I should point out that the "Coffee houses" of the day more often than not traded in stronger drink than just coffee. The New Orleans "coffee house" of the 19th and early 20th century was often interchangeable with the saloon.

And there were quite more than a few of them as this FrenchQuarter.com article indicates.

By the 19th century, New Orleans was already one of the world’s busiest ports and, thanks to its proximity to Latin America, coffee was one of its leading imports. Naturally, coffeehouses sprang up around city. In fact, one city directory from the 1850s lists more than 500 coffeehouses in the rapidly growing port town.

Today, there aren't exactly 500 coffee houses in town but there is still quite a good number from a surprising variety of operators. So, again, go visit Haney and give some love to your favorite.

And, yes, the evil empire does have a foothold here... but I can't imagine patronizing them except in the most dire of emergencies.