Hounds and New Orleans

I’ve been working like a dog lately, so I haven’t posted much.

This morning I woke up to the sound of a hound trying to climb a pomegranate tree. Yeah.. My windows look out to pomegranate tree and a roof that is home to a feral cat with 4 kittens. The dog decided it wanted to play, but didn’t do so well with the tree. It got stuck and had to be rescued.

New Orleans was a great trip, 100F 100% humidity wasn’t as bad as I thought. Fantastic street music there – everything from traditional blues to 9 piece brass. Amazing food, and great people. I would like to go back during the blues fest or something like that.. Pretty sure I couldn’t handle Mardi Gras. I posted some pictures and will try to do some text with them today.

New Orleans storytime: A couple asked a guy playing a guitar on the street where they could find House of Blues… “Shit, why do you want to go to Disneyland? This is the blues, man. I’m the house of blues!” Haha.

Well, Lance won the Le Tour again. I heard on the radio the other day that his heart pumps around 6gal/minute. That’s about the same as your local gas pump. I don’t mean to alarm anyone, but there are mutants among us.

Biometrics coming soon to a passport near you. When I came back from Costa Rica in Feb I had to have my picture taken and my fingerprints scanned, apparently they scan them against criminal databases and terrorist watch lists. Can’t say I feel comforted. I wonder how many criminals have prints within 99% of mine. Won’t that be a fun adventure?