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  • Emilily 8:08 pm on November 15, 2009 Permalink | Reply
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    picture template 

    new orleans project testSo here’s another picture template I made! It is a lot less complicated than the last one, but I think will still work for short projects, and also is a nice way to post three images and a little type. Plus, it can be vertical or horizontal!

    Just to see how it looked online, I’ve posted my last three pictures from New Orleans. This is the Mississippi River from Jackson Square. I am not sure what that is across the water, probably just more Louisiana?

    I am not sure if you can tell, but along the bottom of the template I drew some graph paper. I might have to make it larger or darker for it to really show up…I guess if you just wanted to show three images, you could use the template at full size (this is medium size) and then the graph paper would show. It occurred to me that with the orange type in the banner, the graph paper, and the clean orderly arrangements of everything in P2, we have a sort of Rhodia notebook theme going on!

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  • Emilily 9:59 am on September 16, 2009 Permalink | Reply
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    New Orleans, part 3 

    graveyardMy second favorite part of New Orleans (the architecture was first, the food third) was the cemetery. According to the map, there are two main cemeteries, Lafayette One and Lafayette Two, but we only made it to the first. Cemeteries, by their nature, have an aura about them that makes me feel they should only be visited under the cover of darkness, preferably on a moonless night, with a thick layer of mist rolling over the horizon and the sound of wolves howling in the distance. So it felt odd to be walking through the tall, wrought iron gates in the blazing hot afternoon sun. Add to the oddness – then there was this guy, gravedigger Shawn. He was rounding up the few visitors for what he referred to as the last tour of the day. My first thought was, “oh, awesome, I didn’t know there was a cemetery tour, the pamphlet didn’t say anything about this…” and my second thought was “hey, the pamphlet didn’t say anything about this…spooky graves 05And although I try not discriminate against people who are missing most of their teeth, just because you have really dirty hands and are walking around a cemetery with a broom does not make you the gravedigger; it does not even prove you are the gardener, the tour guide, or the officially sanctioned welcome wagon. In his defense, he also had a pad of post-it notes with the Lafayette Cemetery logo stamped on them, a fanny pack that appeared to be stuffed full of leaves, and a laminate badge of indistinct design whose only claim to validity was the fact that it was laminated. None of that stopped Shawn from launching into what proved to be a lengthy, rambling, poorly-enunciated speech on why the bodies were stored above ground, how the headstones were unsealed, and what he would do if he accidentally got trapped inside a casket with a pretty lady. At this point, Mia and I had concluded that this guy was probably not a gravedigger, but just a resourceful individual with access to a Kinko’s,  knowledge of the area, a flair for oration, and most likely a substance abuse problem. spooky graves 03

    To avoid the inevitable request for tips at the end of the “tour” we wandered off on our own and I took pictures of the graves. As you can see, most of them are in a severe state of disrepair. In New Orleans, the cemeteries are built in the Latin style, with all the bodies “buried” above ground in tombs. Each tomb can hold an unlimited number of bodies; after one year and one day, the remains have deteriorated enough that the tomb can be unsealed, the bodily remains separated from any casket remains, and pushed to the back of the cell to make room for the new casket. (It was the image-alignment gremlins who saw fit to put that last paragraph next to the picture of the dumpster.) Most of the dates on the headstones were from the late 1800′s; the most recent ones we could find were one or two from the late 1990′s. Many tombs had a pile of rubble in front of the bare seal where the headstone had fallen years ago, others were crumbling from the top down. There were silk flowers in front of some of the graves, but they had all faded to a dusty gray. Stories of bodies rising with the flood waters and floating through the streets seem far more plausible once you see the condition of the cemetery. Many of the houses we saw in the Garden District had been abandoned after Katrina, but the cemetery seems to have been forgotten long before then.

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    Do you remember when we used to run around the cemetery in Arcata late at night? With our thermos full of warm tomo-dachi? Those are some of my favorite memories!

     
    • Carmen 10:42 am on September 16, 2009 Permalink

      I totally want to go there! but not at night time.

    • mia 11:32 am on September 16, 2009 Permalink

      my favorite portion of Gravedigger Shawn’s “lecture” was when he described in detail how he removes the contents of the grave and separates the bones from the pieces of casket. NIce. Thank you Gravedigger Shawn for making my second trip to Lafayette One actually fun. While I share Emily’s fascination with architecture, I prefer to keep my cemetery visits to a minimum as I am one of the lucky few who “talk to dead people”. While on vacation I prefer to keep my conversations to people who have a pulse.

  • Emilily 1:13 pm on September 15, 2009 Permalink | Reply
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    New Orleans, part 2 

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    Here are a few more New Orleans pictures. There is a cable car system running through the city, and you can take it anywhere for $1.25. It’s almost like a tour in itself, since it goes through some really beautiful parts of the garden district. All of these pictures were taken from the window of the cable car (in motion.)

    out the window 04out the window 03You cannot really see from the small pictures, but a lot of the houses have water marks almost to the second story. Many of them are under construction, and others have just been boarded up and abandoned.

    I think everyone has a favorite type of sight-seeing when they are traveling – some people go places for the food, some for the history, some for the nature; mine is definitely the architecture.

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    • Carmen 8:45 pm on September 15, 2009 Permalink

      oh man, i love those pictures. i totally want to go there just to check out abandoned mansions. Good job!

  • Emilily 1:34 pm on September 14, 2009 Permalink | Reply
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    New Orleans, part 1 

    Parasol's Bar, on the corner of 2nd and Constance streets

    Parasol's Bar, on the corner of 2nd and Constance streets

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    Where is a chainsaw when you really need one? I had to use my glasses as a prop instead.

    Since we have some food-themed posts going on, I thought I’d post some New Orleans pics and make a few comments on the food! The bar above, Parasol’s, was my first New Orleans meal. Before you ask if I was trying to get mugged or contract some sort of food-borne illness, I should point out that Parasol’s has been featured on that show, Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, and beat Bobby Flay in a Roast Beef Po’Boy throw-down. We ordered their famous roast beef po’boy, an oyster po’boy, and a side of fries smothered in brown gravy. I thought the oysters in one sandwich were good, but I am in general not a fan of soggy food. The roast beef was prepared in the traditional New Orleans style, shredded and soaked in gravy, then sandwiched between crusty french bread, slathered in mayonnaise, and topped with pickles. Although I am sure it is a fine specimen of a po’boy, it was a little too sloppy for me. That, and mayo makes me want to hurl.

    They do get points on atmosphere, though! The picture at left is the lone bathroom in the joint…I had to go back in with my camera to capture the utter creepiness; I believe this shade of chartreuse is called Grisly Massacre. Also, if you look closely, you’ll notice that the walls are not proper walls, but painted, unprimed, plywood. The sink was cracked, the ceiling sported one bare strip of constantly-flickering flouresecent bulbs, and the light swtich (top right in picture) had no plate cover. Not like it makes any difference, once you’ve committed to this color, the only thing you can really accessorize with is splattered blood and carnage.

     
    • Carmen 2:12 pm on September 14, 2009 Permalink

      Frankly I’m surprised you made it through the front door! The whole place looks like a horror movie waiting to happen. Turns out it was just a horror movie starring your arteries. (high five!)

    • mia 11:27 am on September 16, 2009 Permalink

      dear emily, thank you for putting up with my obsession for deep-fried, mayo-slathered, wrapped-in-bread food. I hope my counter obsession for spinach salad balanced the greasy, make-ya-wanna-hurl path I led you down for a good part of our trip. love, mia

    • Emilily 12:05 pm on September 16, 2009 Permalink

      I’m right there with ya on the deep-fried and wrapped-in-bread stuff, just replace my mayo with cheeeessse!

  • Carmen 6:50 pm on August 31, 2009 Permalink | Reply
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    When do you get back from New Orleans?!! geez! I can’t blog without you!

     
    • Emilily 10:36 am on September 1, 2009 Permalink

      Hi! I’m back! We were without internet at our hotel, it was really annoying. Can you believe – five days without checking Haute Look or Gilt Groupe?! How will I know what the people who buy clothes I can’t afford are wearing?

      Before I get back to work, some highlights from New Orleans.

      Seeing the swamp (bayou?) from the plane on the way in was breathtaking. It is so huge and flat. It is like the opposite of flying into Humboldt and seeing the redwood forest, but it gives you the same sense of our relative puniness compared to nature. Like Northern California, you get the feeling that nature is still putting up a good fight; and that was especially heightened by the fact that Saturday was the anniversary of the levees breaking during Katrina.

      After the swamp, second impression of New Orleans – the airport smelled like bacon. Or maybe ham. Or maybe ham wrapped in bacon…either way, the food was fantastic. Muffalettas, beignets, pralines, fried oysters…the jury is still out on the fried pickles, they have kind of a weird texture. We went to (Emeril’s) NOLA on Saturday night and I had the short ribs – one of the best meals I have had in a very very long time.

      Skipping the five days in between, final impression of New Orleans…hangover. We had a plan Sunday night to go see a movie, then chill by the hotel pool, but instead ended up on some sort of thrift store & bloody mary tour of Magazine street, where we met some locals at a bar who invited us to another bar called the Rusty Nail to see a rockabilly band. Our cab driver could not even find the place, but it was well worth it, the music was awesome, sort of Tom Waits goes hillbilly. Around 11pm, the thunderstorms that had been predicted for the weekend hit, and all of a sudden the bar door flies open and there is rainwater moving horizontally across the room! The two girls closest to the door tried to slam it shut, and their body weight alone was barely enough. No one seemed phased by the thunder and lightening outside, and the band didn’t stop playing. The ceiling started leaking, and the bartender walked around putting buckets on the floor and pouring everyone Wild Turkey shots. I might have been a tiny bit drunk by that time, but still, it was so awesome!

      I got back late last night, with all my luggage intact and accounted for, so overall, a successful trip. I’ll try and post some of my pictures tonight!

    • Carmen 10:56 am on September 1, 2009 Permalink

      Holy crap, that sounds amazing. Glad you’re back!

    • Emilily 11:02 am on September 1, 2009 Permalink

      Me too. I missed the blog (okay, that means I really missed chatting with you!)

      How was your weekend?

      p.s. The embosser hasn’t arrived yet, but I will finish the banner this weekend. I might have said that before, but this time it is for real…

      p.p.s. I am listening to the Stuff You Should Know podcast right now!

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