City streets at night...
May 13
and were an epitaph be my story
I watched the Royal Tenenbaums again last night, and one of my favorite scenes is the quick cut to the epitaph on Royal’s grave:
Died tragically rescuing his family from the remains of a destroyed, sinking Battleship.
This is the most satisfying part of the movie for me. I think I’d like a slight variation for mine:
Died tragically while trying to escape the remains of a destroyed, sinking battleship.
May 12
Is there such a thing as the point of no return? Is it ever too late?
These are the sorts of simple questions that haunt me.
“ I was blind stoned and it still set off my fight or flight
— Rob in response to a girl asking him to be her Cuddle Buddy. Haha.
May 11
My father in front of NASA headquarters in DC after receiving the Distinguished Public Servant Medal from the director. I didn’t take many pictures while in DC, but the flickr set is here.
May 10
Southern Hospitality
Southern Hospitality is one of those terms that usually makes me laugh because, to me, I don’t really see how we are super hospitable, but I’m reminded every time I travel north. More specifically: to the North East and DC Metro areas.
At starbucks the barista taking my order put his hand in my face to shut me up while he keyed something in and never said a word otherwise to me. Later that night at the E Street Theatre a concession stand employee also put their hand in my face because, apparently, I was too quick on my popcorn order. This was all done in the typical “Talk to the hand” style. Maybe that’s just still popular up there, I should have asked if they still enjoyed dancing the Macarena and wearing Hypercolor t-shirts. (Went to the theatre to see this movie, and I highly recommend it. Morgan Spurlock did a great job yet again.)
Fifteen minutes in Baton Rouge and the parking attendant lady greeted me with an enthusiastic, “Hello how are you?”, followed by us chatting about how the weather had changed while I was gone. Then a, “Well you have a great night”, as I drove off. A stark difference from a continous series of doors being slammed in my face and getting closeups of people’s palms.
I suppose that’s what people mean when they use the term. Southern Hospitality, or just common decency toward your fellow man; you decide. I’m just glad to be back among my fellow Louisianians.
May 09
