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Love Is All You Need November 16, 2008

Posted by The Typist in Toulouse Street.
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So I finally crawl out of a weekend of work hell and settle down to catch up on the blogs and I read all of Morwen’s (righteously) angry Prop 8 rants and the Zombie is all over the Church of the Hateful Jesus.

And then I read this from Big EZ Bear and I think: who gives a fuck what they think in Bush or Barstow, here in city that care forgot we haven’t forgotten how to care for each other, whether partners of a lifetime or a lot of strangers in the blight.

I love this city more than they love their god or their country because here we remember what that god’s son said and why this country was founded. All you need is Love along with Liberty in the Pursuit of Happiness and you end up with a Life worth living.

New Orleans has more than its share of Philistines and Pharisees but like the guys in this video we can stand up in a world full of darkness and anger and envy and jealousy and just make our own joyful noise and beam it into the world. The rest of America can hang us all from their crosses like the army of Spartacus because they hate us for our freedom and their children will still flock here because we know how to live.

All together now:

Sweet 16 February 16, 2008

Posted by The Typist in Dancing Bear, kids, New Orleans, NOLA, Toulouse Street, Uncategorized.
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Tonight is my daughter Killian’s Sweet 16 Party, an affair organized by parents of sophomores at her elite public high school. All of the girls have Beatles on the brain (which doesn’t prevent them from listening to Kane West or Lupe Fiasco) and the theme is All You Need Is Love.

The highlight (for me) will be The Presentation, when we dads get to walk our daughter down the stairs. Killian and her friends thought the presentation part was a terrible idea, so I had suggested that — given the theme — if we didn’t have a presentation that some of the other dads and I would get ourselves up in white tails and do this, their mother’s swirling around us in long skirts.

We won out in the end, and I will be presenting her to society as it were in proper New Orleans fashion. I still think the Magical Mystery Tour bit would have been fun.