How about my relationship with the book...

Um...did you say...Mary Kay?

Yeah, I did. What of it? :)

Thought I forgot, eh?

When I went to grade school, the great pasttime (or shame) was the ability to relate yourself to other families. My best friend's mother was a Goudeau, her father an Angel. My family, the 'C's, were related to them by marriage. We were related to a few Thibedeaus, who were related to the Bourdeaux....well, you get the point. As cousins and cousins upon cousins all came and went from a primarily black Catholic school in 5th Ward (St. Francis of Assisi in Kashmere Gardens), we spent many an hour to prove our lineages and relationships, as if to focus on which families were really the core creoles in Houston. Our rival grade school were the black families of Our Mother of Mercy (aka Our Mother Mercy). Eventually, I'd see my grandfather's brothers' descendents in grade school and high school, and I learned them quickly, as I was far more familiar with my mother's peer cousins.

Bush Urges Victims To Gnaw On Bootstraps For Sustenance

WASHINGTON, DC - In an emergency White House address Sunday, President Bush urged all people dying from several days without food and water in New Orleans to "tap into the American entrepreneurial spirit" and gnaw on their own bootstraps for sustenance. "Government handouts are not the answer," Bush said. "I believe in smaller government, which is why I have drastically cut welfare and levee upkeep. I encourage you poor folks to fill yourself up on your own bootstraps. Buckle down, and tear at them like a starving animal." Responding to reports that many Katrina survivors have lost everything in the disaster, Bush said, "Only when you work hard and chew desperately on your own footwear can you live the American dream."

Fear The Onion...

Which is why so many New Orleanians, black and white, never went north. They didn't want to leave a place where they felt at home in neighborhoods that dated back centuries; they didn't want to leave families whose rounds of weddings, births and funerals had become the fabric of their lives. They didn't want to leave a city where tolerance had always been able to outweigh prejudice, where patience had always been able to outweigh rage. They didn't want to leave a place that was theirs.

Dear America,

I suppose we should introduce ourselves: We're South Louisiana.

The rare meme I am following.

The episode had a great segment with Jiji running around and playing with his toys. That was just a bonus.

This show just wrings me each week. It's the only show that really does these days.

This journal's a year old and Lance looks so much better than when I started this thing...

Yellow, yellow, more yellow.

What? Yes, I'm happy. I know, hard to believe.

When things are new and calling you....

Fine, fine. I admit. Lance it is....

House needs color! (Mars needs women!)

I know. It is life. But...

Who cares? Well, these folks might have prurient interests.

Wow, oh, okay. Write the right thing.

Another project down, baybee.