Thank You, Roger Steen
The African thread that's been woven through the complex tapestry of New Orleans culture is strong and unbroken and can be seen whenever more than Mardi Gras Indian shows up at the same place at the same time. I frequently see drum and chant sessions erupt during stops at the second line while everyone else rests, and once they start, it's hard to stop them. The more gathered, the more powerful the energy, the louder and stronger the heartbeat of Africa pulses through the city of New Orleans.
But first... a short video of my bus ride to Jazz Fest with the Creole Wild West.
What: Blogging 101 Class: An Introduction to Blogging for the Utter Novice
When: Thursday, Nov. 12; 6:30 p.m. - 8:30 p.m.
Where: The Bridge Lounge, 1201 Magazine St
Why: To Learn About Blogging and for Free Beer.
Who: Rising Tide
This class will be taught by two local bloggers and will focus on blogging platforms, hosting, getting started, a walk-through of basic blog software, posting, adding media, blogrolls, linking, commenting and more. Laptops are encouraged.
You're only 4 years old. Too young to die. Wait...do I detect a weak and thready pulse? Maybe there's still some life here.
That's the kind of thing we're hearing down here. So, we're buggin' out.
Ya hear me, Mother Nature?
Thank you, Ashley, for so much. Thank you for giving our anger a voice and for standing up for this city and its children whenever anyone dared disparage us. Thank you for your unfailing love for this place, a love so deep that when New Orleans was beaten and bloodied, her cries called you home and you answered, even though it meant commuting to and from Chicago every week to teach y0ur classes. Thank you for making us laugh. Thank you for helping gut my house and for bringing me into the fold of the Krewe of Pan. You were a good man. I am truly honored to have been your friend.
Different bloggers take on different roles, sometimes — most of the time — by accident. The NOLA bloggers, rising in response to an unimaginable tragedy, quickly found themselves steering different parts of the beast, if I can mix my metaphors. There’s the head, the brains, the analysts like Oyster & Matt McBride and Tim Ruppert; the soul — poets like Mark Folse, philosophers like Michael Homan — and the guts, the workers like Karen Gadbois and the Zombie.
Ashley was fire. Ashley was the furnace where the rage was forged, where the steam pressure built, where raw anger began its conversion to power and motion.
He was not a one-sided man, by any stretch of the imagination. He was intolerably funny. Talented. A father. All of that. Not an angry person except when driven to it.
Because Sophmom and Yat Pundit*asked about this subject via Twitter after a comment I made....