Bonne Année

Have fun out there, people!

Eye Candy

Sleepyhead.

One of the most beautiful men I have ever seen.  Both inside and out.

Lucky guy

Rose must love Robert.  A whole lot.

Lovin' that Levi

OK.  So sometimes I get bored.  That's when I start scouring the internet for information about everyone's favorite hunk of manly man... Levi Johnston, ladies and gentleman!!

Thank you.  Thank you very much...

Our down-home, hockey playing boy.  You know you love the Levi.  I love the Levi.

I'll bet you're thinking that Levi is nothing more than a country-ass, redneck hick.  Maybe.  But maybe not.  Check this shit out.  Seriously.  I beg you.  Read the article.  Watch the video.  No, really!  Watch it!

A gay icon?!?!

Really Levi?

 That boy is way too poised (and delicious) for his own damn good.   Levi.  Baby.  I live at 833...  down in the Bywater.

Honey.  Come see me sometime...

You CAN'T be serious

So I just saw this article.  If you don't feel like reading it, I'll give you the gist.

Basically, the fact that Tiger Woods stuck his dick in some strange pussy has affected the stock market by billions of dollars.

Billions of dollars.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!

A golf player?  The fact that a golf player is fucking someone (or several someones) other than his wife has the power to affect this country's stock market to the tune of BILLIONS of dollars?!?!

That's just all wrong.

I really need to move.  Somewhere.  Anywhere.  Preferably a place where the local economy is in no way affected by the actions of a GOLF PLAYER'S penis.

Madagascar?  You're looking really good to me right now...

Shadow Shot Sunday

My front steps.
New Orleans, LA

    Shadow Shot Sunday

A Christmas wish

...is the Saints in the Superbowl.  Happy happy, merry merry everyone.

              

Eye Candy

Surfers on the north shore of Oahu.

        

                  

Magazine Metals

Are you the type of person who gets caught up in all that holiday mess and feels like they have to buy gifts for everyone and anyone?  Have you finished your holiday shopping yet?  If not, should go see my friend Valerie at Magazine Metals on Magazine St.  As a matter of fact, you should go see her all year long.

                
It's at 2036 Magazine.  Right off Jackson, just down from Juan's Flying Burrito.  She's been down there for about two years.  She has beautiful stuff in there.  Local artists, of course.

How I became friendly with Valerie is a fun story.  Her boyfriend currently lives in Napa and goes to the Black Magic Voodoo Lounge in San Francisco.  You may have heard me mention it once or twice.  GEAUX SAINTS!!

The first time I met Jordan I was heading to New Orleans the following day for a visit.  He said,  "Oh, you should go see my girlfriend at her shop on Magazine St."  Now Jordan was a pretty cool dude, so it stood to reason that his girlfriend would be pretty cool too.  So of course I went to meet her.  She turned out to be delightful.

But don't take my word for it.  Go see for yourself!     http://www.magazinemetals.com/

Lau Lau

           

I really love Hawaiian food culture.  Mainly because there's places like this all over the side of the road.

                      

         

Last time I was in Hawaii, Lau Lau absolutely stole my heart.  Lau Lau is brilliant in it's simplicity.  You take a big chunk of pork butt and cut it into smaller chunks.  Salt, pepper.  Then grab a chunk, put a piece of fatback on top and wrap the whole thing in taro leaves.  Wrap it in foil and steam that shit.  Unwrap.  Eat.  Enjoy.  We are talking eyes-rolling-back -in your-head good here, people.

        

Aloha!

      

Shadow Shot Sunday

That pretty candle holder at Janson's house.
Down in the Bywater, New Orleans, LA

    

         Shadow Show Sunday

13-1?

It was painful to watch.  But the Who Dat Nation is still in effect.  We're still loving those Saints.  They kept it alive until the final seconds.  They were still looking good.  Unfortunately, Dallas was looking pretty good too.

Oh well.  At least we had cake...

          
Who dat!

                          

                
  
      
    

WHO DAT!!

Are you ready?  Because I'm ready.  I know New Orleans is ready.  Walking around downtown was something special today.  Wow.  Who dat...

GEAUX SAINTS!!

Eye Candy

Southern Decadence, 2006
New Orleans, LA

Double Trouble

                      

                    

This was the first Decadence after the storm, and the boys were out in full force.  Check out these cuties:

                      

In case you were wondering what his shirt said...

                  
I wonder what boot camp is like.

Hawaiian Who Dat!!

Wasn't I just talking about Maui yesterday?  Got this a few minutes ago from a friend of mine out there:

See.  We're everywhere.  Much mahaloz, baby!

Dining on the road to Hana

On the road to Hana in Maui, you will see many beautiful things.

And if you have any sense, you will stop here for some B.B.Q.

          
There's only one or two tables and if they're full you'll have to sit on your car and eat your food.  But that's fine because that mahi-mahi will still taste damn good.

                          
Aloha!      

Alaskan afternoon

That's Rodney.  Rodney is the best fishing guide I've ever had.

Went on one of those fly-in fishing trips last time I was in Alaska.  It was out of Soldotna, on the Kenai Peninsula.  First, our bad ass little float-plane came to pick us up.

      

Our pilot dropped us off at a lake in the middle of nowhere.  Some boats were waiting for us and he said he'd be back at 7:30.  OK, see ya!

We fished all day.  Rodney and I had a blast getting to know each other.  Sometimes it seemed like we were laughing more than we were fishing.

It didn't take long before the bears started to show up.

                

                                                               

                                    I can't lie.  Those bears were catching a hell of a lot more fish than I was.  Made it look easy, too.  Fuckers.

After a while, this dude showed up in a float-plane.  He was by himself.  He climbed out of the cockpit and onto his wing.  I asked Rodney what he was doing.  Rodney shrugged and said, "He's here to watch the bears."

                                                                    
Just another typical Alaskan afternoon.  Sigh.  Paradise, I tell you.

WHO DAT!!

I wish I could make you understand what's going on in this city right now.  The electricity in the air.  The joy that has absolutely nothing to do with the holidays.  Love is all around.  Everyone is getting along!  Young, old.  Black, white.  Gangsters, churchgoers.  Although around here, gangsters and churchgoers are often one and the same.

Anyway, it doesn't matter who you are.  Just smile at the person walking by and say, "Who dat!"  I guarantee you're gonna get a smile and a "Who dat!" right back.

                  
Un. Fucking. Believable.

The fever is out of control around here.  The other day I saw a little old lady with a Saints flag on her car.  Yeah you right.  Even the jugs of milk are Saints fans:

                
I feel so lucky to be a New Orleanian right now.  I feel even luckier to be here in this beautiful city right now.  I get to witness, first-hand, the most (yes, I'm going to say it) magical season the Saints have ever had.  WHO DAT!!

                                    

Shadow Shot Sunday

 October afternoon in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco

                      

 

  Shadow Shot Sunday