Author: Ruby Sinreich

Put on your party hat and head to our nation’s capital next week!

And there’s more I don’t have the details on yet! Whew.

Donald and Diana are coming back to North Carolina! Sadly – no, tragically – I can’t attend because it’s the same weekend as the March for Women’s Lives. Do you appreciate the irony of not being able to attend this engaged buddhism retreat because it conflicts with one of the largest activist events of the year? Yuck.

Hopefully, they’ll come again soon…

I feel bad, but I am really enjoying this hotel. I’m blogging from the bar at this moment…

Here are pictures I took last summer of the Northside area to express my likes and dislikes in the community. I’m messing with this cool website that allows me to post photos and let visitors comment.

WARNING! I GOT SOME VERY BAD SPYWARE INVOLUNTARILY DOWNLOADED TO AND INSTALLED ON MY COMPUTER FROM THIS SITE! I am removing the hyperlinks, but leaving the address here for your curiosity.
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I’ve missed my true calling. I should have been a Copy Editor.

According to this quiz, I am a “Grammar God.” I hope you all enjoy my extremely correct writing here…

NBC 17:

The latest anti-abortion campaign can be seen on panel trucks driving
through Raleigh, Durham and Chapel Hill this week. The trucks display
images of aborted fetuses on billboard-sized ads.

It is a project of the Tennessee-based Center for Bio-Ethical Reform.

The Herald-Sun raises an interesting point, albeit totally accidentally. If looking at gruesome fetus photos is supposed to make you want to stop other people from having abortions, what impact do gruesome images from military actions have? Or perhaps I should ask, what impact would they have if the Whitehouse and their lapdogs in the mainstream media would let us see them. Grrrr.

Two great movies for a cause: Right Wing Eye gives a typical American couple a makeover. Out go the birth control pills, modern art, etc. In come George Bush and abstinence. It’s VERY FUNNY. Please watch it. It was made for Planned Parenthood by the company that did The Meatrix.

Then check out Grand Theft America, about our favorite Florida Republican, Katherine Harris.

Damn I love New Orleans. I don’t know if I could live there, though. A diet of fried crawfish and Abita beer is fine for a weekend, but I do believe it would begin to affect me and not in a good way.

What hapenned Sunday? I walked all over the Garden District and was inspired to do more with my porch. (First I have to get the garbage off of it.) I had lunch at Juan’s Flying Burrito, which in my opinion is better than the Flying Burrito in Chapel Hill (no relation). Shrimp burrito with avocado and cilantro = heaven. And I don’t even like shrmp.

Sunday night I dragged my ass out to Donna’s and then wondered why I didn’t come straight there in the first place. That place is like a physical embodiment of the love that’s naturally built into any music with soul. It is so friendly, diverse, laid-back/get-up-and-dance, and funky. Charlie’s red beans and rice and a Turbodog made the evening perfect. Except I was very tired (and had to work Monday) so I left around 12:30 am, before the end of the Shannon Powell Quartet’s set.

Monday I spent with a colleague who I would probably be close friends with if she lived near me. We went to the BlueBird Cafe for breakfast, and I got to have Powerhouse eggs – another of my NoLa favorites. I was so happy to be there that I tried to ignore the big hunk of bacon I found in my eggs. For lunch we went to Deanie’s by the lake and I had fried crawfish and crawfish etouffee. After the training, she rolled me back to my hotel, where they were filming a movie and I watched a skinny actress jump out on to a balcony and run across another balcony in front of the camera. Woo!

Pardon the travelogue, but I am in full vacation mode and paying absolutely no attention to public affairs.

I am in my hotel room now on a dial up connection (annoyoing, but quite adequate for my purposes). Got WWOZ on the radio, who just finished the brass jams show and now it’s the funky something-or-other show. You cannot go wrong with WWOZ.

I walked around a bunch, and had a crawfish *and* oyster po’ boy and watched the b’ball semifinal. Did you you know the women’s final four is being played here in NOLA? So there are tons of extra fans/tourists but even more noticeable: more conservative/yuppie dykes. Yay!

I went to a very cool store and bought presents for everyone I could think of, and the people there liked my taste so much that they gave me some extra stuff they knew I would like. It was like a bricks-and-mortar Archie McFee.

The swamp humidity is in full swing. The forecast said 75, but it feels more like 85. I bought some flip-flops and put them on immediately. I’m on my third Abita Amber and I also had a Dixie with dinner. How did I get so lucky?!

Now I’m resting before I foray out to Flicker at the Howlin’ Wolf. Should be interesting to see how it compares to the original Flicker. If I still have energy after that (unlikely), I will head over to Donna’s which usually has some awesome down-home brass stuff going on. One of my favorite places here. If I don’t go tonight, I HAVE to go tomorrow.

Tomorrow I’ll walk around the garden district and look at houses, which should keep me from spending more money! Damn.

Next time I’ve got to bring the DRM.

The Whitehouse gives Planned Parenthood’s saveROE.com a makeover – or is it the other way around? “President Creates New Department of Wombland Security…”

I can’t decide whether to laugh or cry. Actually, it is really funny. For posterity, the link after April 1 is saveROE.com/whitehouse