It is hot and humid in New Orleans, even though it is the end of October. I was sweating like June when I got down to D.’s place for our weekly TV date with J., R., and S. Afterwards a few of us hopped on our bikes and rode over to the Dragon’s Den on Esplanade near Frenchman to see and hear some music (unfortunately, our dilly dally-ing meant we missed the show). I picked us up some beers and we headed out to the courtyard where it really felt like summer. I turned around to snap a picture of the lights strung about and saw this painted ohm symbol on the wall behind me. And then I noticed all the Orientalist imagery at the place. I was having a truly lovely evening, and then this. I hate the random snatching of cultural and religious symbols, it’s a thing with me. I could go on and on about authenticity and appropriation and all kind of things, but I want to tell you instead how perfect it was to sit outside with friends who tell good stories and then how perfect that ride home was, thick air, strong headwind, a little Bruce in the ears. Yeah, I think I’ll go with that.