October, 2016: 60 posts.
As I said before, super classy.
Douglas Adams interviewed by Larry King, 1987
David Letterman interviewed by Howard Cosell
We lived there for a few years when I was a kid. I went to several Mardi Gras. Including one during which I got lost and was found by National Guardsman. I was 11. And only reluctantly was found. That parade was awesome.
I never really feel lost.
(Aside: when I was 4 years old I got lost at Cinco de Mayo in downtown L.A. — I wandered around perfectly happy… when I was found and brought to my mother Phyllis, who was frantic no doubt since I was missing more than an hour — apparently 4 year old me told my Mom — “Mama, you got lost!”)
I loved man things about that part of the country. Mardi Gras, Walking along canals. White shells as ground cover. The Jazz & Heritage Festival. Crawfish boils. Muffalettas. The local kids made my nickname “Crawdad” or “Crawdad” or “Crawdaddy.” What other nickname would you give to a kid with the last name Crawford when you live within a mile or two of the Mississippi?
My family loved Red Beans and Rice, particularly my father James, and once we lived there we went to Buster Holmes‘ famous restaurant. Wonderful food. Mom smuggled out some extra french bread out of the place one time when we went.
This photo of Buster Holmes — well, honestly I can’t remember if we saw or met him at the restaurant — but it makes me nostalgic nonetheless.
Buster appeared on SNL once. I hope somebody encodes it at some point.
BUSTER HOLMES WORLD FAMOUS RED BEANS AND RICE
1 pound red beans
1 pound smoked ham hock
1 onion, chopped
1/2 green bell pepper, chopped
Salt and pepper to taste
2 cloves garlic
1/2 stick margarine
Pick through beans to remove any rocks. Wash beans and cover with water. Add onion, bell pepper, ham hock and garlic. Cook on slow fire until done, about 2 hours. Add salt, pepper and margarine and cook 5 minutes. Serve on rice with Louisiana hot sauce and French bread and butter.
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“My grandmother,” Warbaby rumbled, like a tectonic plate giving up and diving for China, “was Vietnamese. Grandaddy, a Detroit boy. Army man. Brought her home from Saigon, but then he didn’t stick around. My daddy, his son, he changed his name to Warbaby, see? A gesture. Sentiment.”
Challenging myself to draw this month. A thing I saw on wannabeanimator said draw your character as the various things each day in October. Cube Cat as a ghost!
NEW BOT MONDAY: Super Electromagnetic Machine Voltes V. My most favorite Bot of all. ボルテス are the first Japanese ideograms I ever copied onto paper. Predates Voltron, with which it is confused, by 6 or 7 years. Famously banned by the dictatorial Marcos regime because of revolutionary ideas. Beloved by Filipinos of a certain age. Voltes V is the bot that made me fall in love with bots. Those toys are too highly priced to buy, but this one is a fine interim purchase.
There have always been outcasts because we as humans have always been in tribes. In order for tribes to feel strong and cohesive and SURVIVE, there had to be an US versus THEM mentality. Not many of us actually need this dynamic anymore, given that we live in homes and have food on the table and our actual physical survival isn’t brokered by creating bonding rituals. And yet, these old patterns persist.