Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

The scene of a bowling slaughter starrring me, from a few weeks ago.

My mom has Wild Style. This is the front door of my parent’s house. My mom did this last week. I asked her if it was weird to tag your own house and she said it felt great and might start doing other buildings around town.

But what about Irma?

Jeremy alerted me to the recent news that the very last telegram (ever) has been sent. How sad. I never got one. And I wonder if this means no more stripper-grams either.

Some views of the magnificent Roseway movie theater on Sandy. Thanks Shannon and Bob for the permission. I’ve actually seen a lot of movies here and I love the intersection this theater’s on, because everything around it is this insane Portland-y time warp. There’s an old fashioned barber and beauty shop across the street, right next to a pharmacy that still has a soda fountain. But if you go a few blocks west, you hit the jug-shaped strip club.

They were starting the first matinee of Brokeback Mountain for a mostly elderly crowd when I went in there.

By the time stuff gets to me it’s usually old news, but this thing really freaked me out today. Is there some algorithmic trick that makes it work or is it just magic?

I finally watched that Brazilian film, City of God, this weekend and it really was as good as the whole world said it was three years ago. Being shot on the street in the middle of day by a kid was my biggest fear in pre-Katrina New Orleans. So it was weird to see a movie about it.

I see this dumb mural every day and I’m always struck at how this proud native American woman seems to be saying, ‘You go, geese! (south for the winter)’

Dash board of Sean’s Riveria.

I grabbed a copy of the new ANP Quarterly, which is full of lots of nice pictures, free and completely without advertisments. Baffling.

William Greiner, my favorite New Orleans photographer, now has a blog. It’s pretty interesting and even has a shot of the middle-aged Latin dance club.

This is an abandoned office building/warehouse in Chinatown. Bryan’s theater company is doing a play there right now, but I didn’t get to see it. This was his last night in town before flying back to Chicago for school. I think he looks great.

I saw ‘Breakfast on Pluto’ tonight at Laurelhurst, which was fucking spectacular. The soundtrack is completely amazing too.

Your Hair, It’s Perfect. Jeremy found this site today and I think this might be the best movie ever made.