This is at the southernmost tip of the Tulane campus, near Audubon Park. Administration offices and such. Several of the buildings have a really cool old feeling to them. School crest. I'm getting it tattooed on my lower back real soon. Campus has a really nice wooded feel. It's nice to have some shade walking to class. The famous streetcar has a stop right at the top of campus. That's Audubon Park on the other side. There's a zoo in there! We are gonna go check it out soon I think. This is more toward the northern part of campus (it's a huge campus by the way, about as big as UO), where most of the athletic facilities are located. Another nice shady spot. That building in the background is the main "quad". Pretty cool open field right in the middle of campus. I haven't yet figured out what that building is way out there in the far background. Some kind of ceremonial bell. Not sure when they ring it. On...
Or, Being Pregnant is Effing Crazy Or, Or, Being in the Womb in Even Crazier Today I held my wife's hand while a doctor hunted around inside her like a blind man looking for a nickel. This doc touched my baby's head. My baby, who is still like two weeks away from being born. Thirteen Marches from now, we will be celebrating my daughter becoming a teenager, with the subtle implication being that exactly thirteen years before, she became a human. The lesser known fact of that day will be that actually, thirteen years and two weeks before , an actual person fuckin shoved her around in there before she was even born to try and find her mom's cervix while she continued to gestate. Jesus. And this isn't some awful emergency scenario or macabre medical malpractice going on, either. The baby is great, and the doctor is great. This little procedure is supposed to make sure Adair doesn't go too far past 40 weeks. So that mean's that it's this lady's j...
Rage. That's what I feel...because I left my damned Cheetos at the checkout stand. Lets start at the beginning. As we may have mentioned before, recycling basically doesn't exist in New Orleans. I know this city/state has some bigger problems, but for whatever reason any hint of sustainability has never been made a priority around here. Adair told me that at her school they do teach the kids to sort out the recyclables, but it's all a ruse, as the teachers just toss it all in the trash at the end of the day. I'm not sure that the thought really counts on this issue, but oh well. I'm not trying to push my granola Oregonian agenda on anyone, but I feel like most of us can agree that recycling is generally a good thing; especially in a city that finds itself with such a wealth of glass bottles week after week. So, fine. No recycling, I can live with that. Putting a juice container in the trash once in a while won't kill me, no matter how strange it feels. Howev...
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