After da Fat

Alright Mardi Gras is over 🙁   However, I’m having two different King Cakes that were delivered, yes, in the blizzard (kudos to Fedex and UPS, not the regular mail) on this Thursday that I rescheduled to host my entrepreneurial group. I just have to linger with one more Mardi Gras thing. I would be remiss if I did not mention Muses — the Krewe (organized group of masked revelers in New Orleans speak) that does a great spoof on current events, politics and politicians as well as their native city. If you click their link it will take you to all of their float designs that were in  this year’s parade. The theme was Muses Night Fever. Here’s a little sneak peak below, but you’ll recognize these classic favorites like: “Take a Chance on Me,” “Upside Down,” “Fema,” That’s the Way I Like it,” and ” Leak Out”— just to name a few….Wait a minute, I’m starting to sound like Ryan and Colin of “Who’s Line is it Anyway’s Greatest Hits.” (that show was a blast)…Back to Muses, I think they are a riot and have very clever, poetic and sometimes hard hitting and even vulgar lyrics that seem appropriate. They bring a sense of humor to even the most unlaughable situations — that seems to be the New Orleans’ way and culture:


They even have one called, “Skunky Town,” for Sydney Del Torres, New Orleans’ famous Trashman. BTW, I grinned and beared the opening show on TLC. Sad to say, I don’t think it is gonna last long.

Linking back to last Wednesday’s post on the Super Bowl Ad, which is what I used to watch the Super Bowl for — up until the Saints; there was a special on CBS on Sunday on the best Super Bowl ads of the last 10 years. Here’s the review: Some are funny, but I remember funnier ones than these. Do you?

First Day of Spring

We’re welcoming the official first day of spring today! After a long, cold winter, I’m ready. And with that I thought I’d introduce a new contributing writer, Lorre Lei Jackson, who I can proudly say is my mother. Her bio is in the sidebar. She’s writing here from New Orleans, where the look of spring is a few weeks ahead of us in Alexandria, VA:

I woke up this morning, went out to get the paper and thought, “What would I want to see if this was my last day on earth or my last sighted day?” Here is my answer to myself.

Art…What is it? How do you describe something that is so subjective? Something that can be found in the simplest pleasures that we so often take for granted.

Here in the south we may not have four seasons, but while our northern neighbors are still wrapped in winter weather, we’re enjoying a spring with an artist’s pallet of glorious colors: apple green of willow and sweet gum leaves, orchids and fuchsias of red buds and Japanese magnolias, a goldenrod field of bright yellow, peach and red of swamp maples all accented with the hot pink, red, purple and white of azaleas under a cloudless, azure blue sky. It is truly a sight to invigorate and uplift. You can’t help but feel good gazing upon nature’s canvas! You just want to stop and quietly inhale it before it disappears into summer.

With this entry I’m also posting an original poem by our family friend, Ellen Walker, who resides in Hot Springs, Arkansas:

MARCH, 2008

Under loamy blankets
earth warms her fertile womb,
anticipating birth
of spring’s ambitious bloom.
Sprouting bulbs send lifelines
of roots into the clay,
veined arms stretch upward
seeking light of day.
Soon tender, slender stems
appear without a sound,
toppled anthills mark
their rising from the ground.
Watching now with empathy
this laboring of earth,
my heart recalls the joy-masked
pain of giving birth.

Ellen H. Walker
Hot Springs

I would have liked to post the Keukenhof Holland video that Ellen sent me because it is spectacular with the flowers in full bloom, but since I’m not sure how to do it, I’m posting what is more accurate at this time in March and what I saw two years ago — no vivid colors or flowers blooming — except for a wonderful indoor, birdhouse display and crocuses in abandon in the Hague.

Birdhouses in Holland on Art Is EverywhereCrocuses in the Hague