Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Dear Phonology:

I looooooathe you.

Monday, September 26, 2005


I just saw it's going to get up to 105 degrees today...

Please send cooler weather!!!!

Oh la la!

My ass is killing me...the right side, to be specific...and I can't tell if it's from rowing yesterday morning...or from wedging myself in the cox seat last night...

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Thanks for the reunion Rita...

Sorry for the lack of blog posts. Life is crazy. School is insane. Blah blah blah.

Well thanks to Rita, today I got to meet a whole slew (did I spell that right?) of family I've never met before. See, I live across the street from my long lost cousin, who I didn't even know existed until I moved to Austin last all her family (and, actually, I guess they're my family too) lives in Beaumont, which was of course they're all here, and today we had a big Verret get together lunch.

Yea family.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

"Um, 'Patty' and 'Courtenay'? They're not on the list."

OR so said the snotty hostess at the Cheesecake Factory to my friend Robyn, who was meeting us there. We had already been seated a half an hour before.

Not on the list...story of my life.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Mmmm...a little taste of New Orleans.

This makes me feel happy and sad. It made me think of the last time I went to New Orleans. My mom and I were on our way out and stopped at Morning Call for some cafe au lait. I can still feel those happy shivers as I watched the guy pick up the large silver kettles and pour out the perfect mélange of caffeinated happiness.

I miss New Orleans.

(photo courtesy of this guy)

Friday, September 09, 2005

How to make the best out of a bad situation...

Because no vacation should be cut short just cuz of a national disaster...

Thursday, September 08, 2005


Not to sound trite about the hurricane (believe me, we're dealing with a lot), but I just saw a repeat on the Today Show of a shirtless Harry Connick Jr. making a rescue.

Whether intended or not, the whole seemed a little over the top to some cheesy action movie sort of thing...but even made me want to get moving on my plan to break up him and his Victoria's Secret-model wife.

Time to pull out the ole trombone...

Monday, September 05, 2005

And on a lighter note...

Yes folks, it's once again that wonderful time of football season!

Last year I had desperately wanted to go to a UT game, but could never find anyone who really cared enough about football to go. So when my crewmate Matt told me he had an extra ticket for the season opener, I insisted he take me.

Notre Dame Football it was not. But we still had a good time, in spite of my not knowing the cheers, and almost yelling "Go Irish!" (sorry, a habit is a habit). And the best part, I got to wear that sexy burnt orange shirt you see in the photo.

I think I'm going to wear it to ND vs. Navy in November...

Friday, September 02, 2005


Why can't I sleep anymore?!?!?!?!?!?!

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Missing New Orleans

by Tom Guarisco

If we're lucky enough to have power today, we find ourselves staring at the television in nauseous disbelief, or checking and re-checking Internet news sites to see if things could actually get worse.

Again and again, they do. It's a sadness and despair we can't yet comprehend. So many lifetimes ago, New Orleans' own Louis Armstrong expressed it.

Do you know what it means
To miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I'm wrong & this feeling's getting stronger
The longer I stay away

But how many times did we take New Orleans for granted? We hopped in our cars for the hour-long drive and parked at that city's great little restaurants, its enchanted music clubs and bars, sopping up all the city had to offer.

We spent our discretionary dollars like tourists on po-boys, cold beer and cover charges. In the morning, we bought beignets, coffee and aspirin.

In winter we showed up for the biggest party in the world, catching beads and the Mardi Gras spirit, only to return to our homes elsewhere, the trash and detritus of our good times blowing around in our rear-view mirrors.

Miss them moss covered vines & the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississipp
i Hurryin' into spring.

We trudged to the Fairgrounds at Jazz Fest, catching snatches of more music than any music lover dared to even imagine. More than two centuries of commerce, art and immigration helped create the unique, simmering pot of culture, people and the joie de vivre that was New Orleans.

Aren't all of us just a little guilty of taking New Orleans for granted? Haven't we all taken advantage of its abundance, complained about its crime, belly-ached about the Saints, yet raved about the food, the music and the people?

Make no mistake, the city will rebuild as much of itself as it can. Its strong and resilient people will make do, as they always have, and the nation will reach out with federal and private support, much the way Louisiana reached out to New York after Sept. 11 and donated a shiny new fire engine, symbolic of renewal.

But some of New Orleans is dissolving this very moment in the salt water of Lake Pontchartrain. Some of its people are dead, their survivors' memories are now leavened with grief, and still others will simply move away.

Maybe now we'll all feel what Louis Armstrong felt so long ago.

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more & I miss the one I care for
Moe than I miss New Orleans