New Orleans

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St. Claude Bike Lane

Today I went for a long bike ride, stopping along the way to get some reading done. It was hot and I was in the mood for an afternoon beer, but on my way to Mimi’s in the Marigny, I ran into the new and much hyped bike lane on St. Claude. Continue reading →

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Color Wars at the Reilly Center

I hopped out of bed this morning, excited about my afternoon trip to the shooting range with A. I’ve never shot a gun before, and I was feeling simultaneously excited, scared and disgusted about the outing. Continue reading →

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Happy Hour at the Columns Hotel

Today’s bicycle ride was mostly a make-work ride.  I wasn’t in much of a mood for anything, and got on the bike with the hopes that she’d perk me up.  Continue reading →

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Candy Land House in Uptown

I headed out for a ride through Audubon Park on my way to a coffee shop and then campus, computer in tow, and saw this house, as I often do.  Today, though, I swung back around to snap a picture.  Continue reading →

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It’s Hot and It’s Raining

I wanted a good ride today, especially after finally getting some writing done on a project that already feels a year overdue. Continue reading →

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International Jazzercise Convention

The heat index is over 100 degrees in New Orleans today, so of course N. and I decided to take a bike ride.  Fortunately, while searching music listings this morning, I discovered that Tres Jazz, the International Jazzercise Convention, was meeting at the Morial Convention Center downtown.  Continue reading →

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St. Louis #3

I am back in New Orleans and back in the heat. Today’s bike ride to Mid City was scorching. Well, less scorching and more melting, I suppose. Continue reading →

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Parking Rhoda at Rendez Vous on Magazine

So I am back home in New Orleans and finding myself surprisingly sad. The only thing to do, of course, is ride the bicycle. Continue reading →

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Salem Field and Cypress Hills Cemeteries in Brooklyn

I set out this afternoon to ride the bike to Coney Island.  My old friend S. promised it was a lovely and safe ride on the bike path along Ocean Parkway.  She was right.  Continue reading →

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Storms Brewing Over Freret

I left my house this afternoon without a plastic bag to protect my things, including an incredibly rare thing–a hardcover book–that didn’t fit in my bag.   This is never a good idea in New Orleans in the summertime.  Continue reading →