tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99869732009-07-11T09:32:37.796-05:00Bigezbear<br> <i>Just don't get within three feet of me ... I'm spreadin'</i>Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.comBlogger1964125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-90331718415379137392009-07-11T09:20:00.003-05:002009-07-11T09:32:37.804-05:00Making the Best of ThingsA friend (who does not live here) has inquired whether I intend to sue the City of New Orleans for the decrepitude of her sidewalks.Do you know how much it hurts to laugh so hard?Taking New Orleans to court is Sisyphean:You sue.You win.You wait.You die.Sometimes it's better to just accept your fate. Besides, at my age, it's time I get new teeth. I'd love some interchangeable bridges for, like, Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-52955930141920245532009-07-10T15:48:00.003-05:002009-07-10T16:21:43.297-05:00The Lessons of HealingMr. I. B. Self-Reliant here, checking in to see how the world's been doing since I stepped off of it for a few days to lick my wounds and tend to my pride.I finally heard from my doctor today and found that I have no broken bones. I guess that means I can go out dancing tonight. Oh, wait, scratch that. My million-dollar smile isn't worth two-bits right now. Gotta get that taken care of first. Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-84871480713226767812009-07-07T10:05:00.002-05:002009-07-07T10:09:46.598-05:00An Observation on How Things Happen NowadaysOne good thing about the Michael Jackson business (and it is a business): nothing bad will happen in the world today. It would never get on the news.Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-31898581278454497782009-07-06T08:44:00.002-05:002009-07-06T08:46:01.126-05:00The Final Photo, Going DownBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-75277883191936412612009-07-05T05:26:00.006-05:002009-07-05T07:25:30.437-05:00It Was InevitableIt's something that is probably going to happen sooner or later to each of us here in New Orleans. The night is warm to the touch. There's a breeze caressing the Quarter. It's walking weather, so we're walking down the street, content, unaware of what's ahead.Then it happens.The foot catches in some crevice of the sidewalk, and we plummet.I fell last night. Face first. I saw the concrete as it Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-6035152028965113042009-07-04T06:50:00.011-05:002009-07-05T07:39:14.204-05:00So I Ended Up with This Big Red Dot on My NoseIt's a long story.Let's start at the beginning.I didn't intend to go play Ringo (don't call it "Bingo") at the Golden Lantern on Thursday night. The only reason I went was because Keith had told me the night before that he'd be there since Liz was leaving the next day to go to New York for the weekend. So it was Keith's fault I was there. Or maybe it was Liz's fault for leaving Keith with nothingBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-44018722284735725182009-07-04T05:22:00.002-05:002009-07-04T05:23:49.593-05:00Old GloryBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-1764860299314247272009-07-03T19:22:00.002-05:002009-07-03T19:24:11.589-05:00ReflectionsBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-32430353646379853912009-07-02T17:45:00.001-05:002009-07-02T17:47:05.367-05:00Sidewalks, Part TwoBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-80868915787051868672009-07-02T09:55:00.001-05:002009-07-02T09:56:59.570-05:00But Is It Art? #2Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-34317721372408924732009-07-02T09:52:00.003-05:002009-07-02T09:55:38.759-05:00But Is It Art? #1Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-4178394478758688392009-07-02T09:15:00.002-05:002009-07-02T09:17:26.127-05:00Sidewalks, Part OneBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-37795666862442822592009-07-01T22:48:00.001-05:002009-07-01T22:51:00.195-05:00Self-Portrait in Cracked ConcreteBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-43109113408326996902009-07-01T04:18:00.013-05:002009-07-01T05:48:18.946-05:00BirthdazeI'm awake. I'm back awake now. I just needed some rest.When did birthdays become marathon events, beginning days (why? to commemorate the onset of labor?) before the anniversary of the actual parturitional "pop" and lasting the presumed length of momma's confinement? Is this an individual thing? Brand new or old? Local or widespread? I mean, my friend Lester's been doing it for years, and I Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-31743701192279959932009-06-28T23:30:00.005-05:002009-06-29T00:01:14.189-05:00'Kay, These Were Meant to Mean Something ...... But they had to sit waiting for so long, it's just right that I let them loose. Everything's caught up. All up to date. No more ideas hiding, no more photos waiting ... it is done.Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-91512576045962472072009-06-28T23:20:00.005-05:002009-06-28T23:29:44.241-05:00It's Late - Let's Dump This ShitThese are photos I've been holding on to ...Let 'em go now ...Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-45043472373518356682009-06-28T15:02:00.002-05:002009-06-28T15:03:56.546-05:00Table Mat, FlatBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-21597496958934987022009-06-28T14:59:00.001-05:002009-06-28T15:01:21.247-05:00Table Mat with Cherry Tomatoes, SaltedBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-12778646147817684542009-06-28T14:01:00.005-05:002009-06-28T14:11:59.238-05:00My World Keeps Getting Smaller and SmallerA linen table mat.A single shutter.Two Plumeria blossoms.Bigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-30684571736224474372009-06-28T07:06:00.005-05:002009-06-28T07:36:12.089-05:00A Public Service AnnouncementI don't often comment on news stories here on my blog. I know a lot of people do that, but I don't often feel adequate to add my own two-cents (senses?) to what should already be plain in the original piece.I also think it's cheeky to create a post just to direct my reader to a news story I have found interesting for one reason or another. I got it off a newsreader. I'm pretty sure you can find aBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-29238562345069144872009-06-27T20:25:00.004-05:002009-06-27T20:45:33.233-05:00Nearly 40 YearsBobby's cousin Beverly visited with us today. It was a rare visit. Beverly lives across the Lake, and people who live across the Lake don't care that much for New Orleans. To them, it's a "sooty" place.But Bobby had promised something to her son, and so she came to collect it and to sit a while and chat. They had a lovely conversation, refurbishing the past and conjuring up the ancestors they hadBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-55016003050516468072009-06-27T19:28:00.005-05:002009-06-27T19:37:35.421-05:00I Don't Have to Go Through the Rest of My Life Without Ever Having Been AskedJust got this email. I admit, I'm tempted:Hi Dear,Is my pleasure writing you this mail.How are you today? I hope you are swimming in good health.My name is DR NATASHA SMITH from America, a single young girl, I presently working in London UK as a medical doctor.And to be friendly with you, I want you to be my friend and husband. In future we can stay together here in London. If you are interestingBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-56575034329705696072009-06-27T11:01:00.002-05:002009-06-27T11:02:43.986-05:00Frankie Laine in the WindowBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-51822040884780936632009-06-27T11:00:00.002-05:002009-06-27T11:01:43.592-05:00Flea Market, Saturday MorningBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9986973.post-45412632320233822342009-06-27T09:24:00.002-05:002009-06-27T09:25:25.739-05:00GamingBigezbearbigezbear@gmail.com0