voyeurism
Dear heartless Sula bassanus,
Don't be silly; I neither expected a response nor read into your lack of acknowledgement in any way, shape or form. I wasn't expecting it to be framed either, so I can't believe that you've gone and hung it above your bathroom sink to look at every morning, but each to his own; my writing does look kind of bizarre. I'm glad that you were happy to receive it, in any case; it's the last letter I've written (job application cover notwithstanding), and it was a nice diversion, so it helped me too, mired as I am in the funk of science writing.
I know what you mean about Katrina; the extent of the damage and the nature of the reaction to it at a city and national level are affecting in very different ways. To top it off, New Orleans is my favourite city in the whole of the United States, and I've seen more of the continent than many of my American friends; shabby, laid back and more European than any other urban centre in the country, she had it all. Now no one is really certain what she has. Other than a colossal abundance of stagnant water. In a few years I intend to return and spend my tourist bucks on her pauperised economy; beignets, voodoo and cemeteries are reason enough, but seeing her back on her feet will be even better.
Enjoy your gin; when I'm done I'm going to go for a swim in pool of Tanqueray and lime. With my eyes shut.
Ciao for now,
Stairs.
I'd like to see New Orleans one day for the first time. It is difficult to comprehend the situation there at this moment. Bodies floating in the streets...
Oh... and, although your post was not at all on this topic... I must insist that you record some more audio posts. One is impressed with your voice and accent and wishes to listen further. Perhaps you can start with the beginning of the Bible (where it is good), draw something from Science, then peter off... if you would be so kind.
William John.
Thanks, but I'm afraid time is rather precious as of the moment. In any case, I have little desire to do an audio post for the sake of doing an audio post; too traumatic (for me). Mmm, the bible is a good bit of satire, but not one which I wish to propagate; people who have that kind of dependency can look to it for themselves - I try to be a responsible person where possible!
That's fair enough, Mr Stairs. a PhD is not something to procrastinate over. I just hope it is all going to schedule.
And, come now... the Bible gave us some good movies, not to be scoffed at... and who can resist singing 'this little light of mine' now and then...? :)
William John.
I will go with you.
Aye, it's going, if not quite to schedule, but if it went to schedule it wouldn't be a PhD.
Noted, Ed; if we get the chance to go, I'll certainly give you fair warning. I guess the Commander's Palace was drowned, being where it is, but there's plenty of places in the French Quarter that I'd love to head back to.
Oh, come on. Even I haven't yet resorted to posting private email replies as blog entries.
I'm afraid you're talking to the wrong species, too. Sula bassanus is basically confined to Canada. I'm just sayin'.
Also, the only hung thing in my bathroom is me.
And when has New Orleans ever been on her feet? Isn't she usually on her back with her legs in the air?
Still, I look forward to enjoying some good cuisine and general whoredom in the Big Easy one of these days. Meet you in the French Quarter!