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New Orleans, Part III: The Red Door February 24, 2009

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In celebration of Mardi Gras, I though I’d write a series of  posts about New Orleans, the only city I ever married.

dirtyfeetIn New Orleans, many things are optional. Shoes, for instance. After finally moving to New Orleans, I went barefoot much of the time, my feet merrily slapping against the gritty concrete of her sun-warmed sidewalks. I eschewed any barrier between myself and New Orleans, I balked at sliding even the flimsiest rubber flip flop between us. I wanted to touch her with my skin, to paint the bottoms of my feet with her soot, like the hennaed soles of a Hindu bride. And no one raised an eyebrow at the black smudges curling up over the tops of my feet and crawling up my ankles like wisps of smoke.  The city is a woman with lavish charms, but she is not a lady; she has loosened her corset for life, she sits in a doorway with her skirts pulled up around her knees, fanning at her great, dewy bosoms, taking heavy drags from a cigarette. When you walk by with a sack of groceries, she smiles, and like the front porch denizens in my Mid-City neighborhood, she boldly asks you for the first beer from the sweating six-pack in your hand. She never demands, but she laughs at you if you say no. The city makes allowances for many things, but stinginess, taking yourself too seriously- these are traits she cannot abide. It’s a small but liberating price to pay for the many things she allows her allegiants to forego:  Outerwear, adulthood, self control, regular hours, bus fare. The were, of course, places that required shoes.

But not the Red Door. The Red Door Lounge on Carrollton was a perfect microcosm, a New Orleans petri dish in which everything wonderfully dank and dark and indulgent about the city was cultivated. (more…)

New Orleans, Part II: Love and Onions February 23, 2009

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In celebration of Mardi Gras, I thought I’d write a series of posts about New Orleans, the only city I ever married.

New Orleans photos by Rachel Ward

New Orleans photos by Rachel Ward

October in New Orleans. I am a tourist in the city, stationed in a French Quarter hotel with a curmudgeonly boyfriend and the ghost of a bloody Civil War soldier who invades my dreams and turns the television on or off when we leave the room. It is our final night in the city. All day I have anticipated the blue tide of evening, washing between the buildings, bathing them in shadow, refreshing the sunburned skin on my shoulders. I want nothing more than to plunk myself onto a sticky, vinyl seat before a Dixieland jazz band and a bucket of beers. But the boyfriend is sick. The heat or too much rich food, or his general sourpuss attitude have cramped his stomach, and he tosses on the bedspread, moaning and grasping at his belly. (more…)

New Orleans, Part I February 21, 2009

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In celebration of Mardi Gras, I thought I’d do a series of posts about New Orleans, the only city I ever married.

Rain on Royal Street, by Diane Millsap

Rain on Royal Street, by Diane Millsap

In New Orleans, anything is possible: a dancing street corner preacher in an umbrella hat, a man walking a donkey on a leash in the CBD. The dred-locked and bead-bedecked share pews with pious old ladies at morning mass. Strangers on streetcars share their life stories, homeless prophets inhabit the crumbling graveyards, the trees wear jewelry. It is a place to lose your past or find yourself, or to make a new past, illustrated with glossy, blurred Technicolor images. It is a place where sudden parties sprout in the street like a field of psychedelic mushrooms. It is a city that will slap you or dance with you all night long, and drowse like a lazy cat on a sun-soaked sill during the day. I never met anyone that hated New Orleans. Not even those whose hearts she broke could hold it against her. (more…)

Rethinking the CFL February 15, 2009

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Less than brilliant, but oh-so-21st-century!

As an environmental science major at Texas State University, I get exposed to a lot of “green” ideas: composting, geothermal heating techniques, and solar energy, for example. Most of what I learn has been enlightening and informative. So when everyone in the department began raving about the importance of replacing traditional, incandescent bulbs with compact fluorescent light bulbs, I went along with it. After all, the benefits seemed obvious. Sure, a box of those cute little twirly bulbs was several times more expensive than a package of regular light bulbs, but by switching, I could save myself $43.80 per year in energy costs. It was printed right there on the box. It made good financial sense. Beyond that, I could console myself with the knowledge that my light fixtures were responsible for less toxic ick in the atmosphere; CFLs use less electricity, which means the power plants were generating less pollution on my behalf.

Since the introduction of the CFL, I have invested in about seven of them. So far, I haven’t noticed any significant decrease in my electricity bill. Maybe that’s because I was already in the habit of turning off lights that I wasn’t using. But, what is more disappointing to me is that I don’t like the light they produce. The first time I installed a CFL and turned on the lamp, I was instantly disheartened. The cozy reading nook which had once been bathed in tranquil, amber light was now awash in glaring sterility. Soothing? No. Relaxing? No. It felt like a reading nook at a doctor’s office, like there should be a shabby pile of out-of-date bass fishing magazines and tattered Highlights for Kids piled up beside the chair. But did I unscrew the bulb and re-install the faithful, chubby little incandescent bulb which had been doing me right for months? No. I didn’t. I sighed, and resigned myself to my inferior lighting situation for the sake of the environment.

But now that I’ve been reading about it, I’m pretty sure that CFLs are the opposite of good for the environment, because there’s mercury-a known neurotoxin-inside them. Ever broken a light bulb? Yeah, me too. What are you supposed to do if you break a light bulb full of poison? The packages I’ve purchased don’t say. But the EPA says to leave the room for fifteen minutes, turn off your AC or heating system, open a window, and forbid anyone from walking through the contaminated area. Then, you’re supposed to “Carefully scoop up glass pieces and powder using stiff paper or cardboard and place them in a glass jar with metal lid (such as a canning jar) or in a sealed plastic bag. Use sticky tape, such as duct tape, to pick up any remaining small glass fragments and powder. Wipe the area clean with damp paper towels or disposable wet wipes. Place towels in the glass jar or plastic bag. Do not use a vacuum or broom to clean up the broken bulb on hard surfaces.”

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I see CFLs all the time now. And I have to wonder: How many people know that if they break one, they’ve suddenly got a little haz-mat situation on their hands? This begs the question, what are you supposed to do with the CFLs that expire? It is inadvisable to throw them into the garbage because of the mercury in them, which has the potential to leach into groundwater, or somewhere else mercury shouldn’t be. TCEQ says that it’s legal to dispose of CFLs in household trash (the agency recommends sealing them in a plastic bag first) if there isn’t a place to recycle them locally, but that doesn’t make me feel good.  Some stores, such a Home Depot, offer CFL recycling drop-off centers. But how many people are really going to make a special trip in their already-busy schedules to drop off a few old light bulbs at a recycling center? It’s hard enough getting people to recycle aluminum cans and paper.

I’m not against innovation. And I’m definitely not against reducing energy consumption. But this is one environmentalist who cannot advocate the substitution of sketchy innovation in place of easy-implemented lifestyle changes, like turning off the lights in empty rooms, and powering down computers at the end of a day. Emissions from power plants are a nasty problem, and I know- there’s mercury in those, too. But why hasn’t there been a big campaign to get people to reduce their energy consumption? I’ll tell you why.

Dolla dolla bills, y’all.

Happy Valentine’s Day! February 14, 2009

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crop_loveHere are some love poems by acient Eastern mystics  in celebration of Valentine’s Day. Granted, these poems are about Divine love, but then, from Divine love all love is born.

On Love

Love’s way is humility and intoxication,
The torrent floods down. How can it run up?
You’ll be a cabuchon in the ring of lovers,
If you’re a red ruby’s slave, dear friend ;
Even as Earth is a serf of the sapphire sky
And your monkey body’s a slave to your spirit.

What did Earth ever lose by this relationship ?
What mercy has the Self showed to weary limbs ?
One shouldn’t beat the snare drum of awakening
Beneath a cosy sofa’s, comfy counterpane.

Hoist, like a hero, your flag in the desert.
Listen with your soul’s ear to the song,
In that hollow of the vast turquoise dome,
Rising from the lover’s passionate moan .

When your tight gown-strings are loosened
By the tipsy inebriation of perfect love,
The victorious heavens shout, triumphantly !
And the constellations gaze down ashamed.
This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom,
But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love .

-Jelaluddin Rumi

Love came

Love came
flowed like blood
beneath skin, through veins
emptied me of my self
filled me
with the Beloved
till every limb
every organ was seized
and occupied
till only
my name remains.
the rest is It.

-Abu-Said Abil-Kheir