Saturday, December 25, 2010
Merry Christmas
Here's the records I got from Dead Format Secret Santa. The Appleseed Cast - "End Of The Ring Wars" and Johnny Cash - "American IV", two things I've wanted for a while. Thanks Steve!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Dead Format Christmas
I participate in this message board called Dead Format. It's a place for punk rock record collectors to buy/sell/trade and talk about the newest variants. We did a Secret Santa this year. We all got different users from all over the world. My dude was in Arizona, and I just shipped his stuff off with very little time to spare. But I got this box of records from my Secret Santa. A baby and big box of records, this Christmas has been good.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Nicholas
Today, Wednesday, November 24, 2010 at 1:27PM Nicholas was born into the world. He weighed in at 7 pound and 15 ounces and was 20.5 inches in length.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Baby!?!?
So, it's been a while. Life has a funny way of taking over and not letting you decide what you're going to do. Rather, life dictates the choices you will inevitably have to choose. Of course we all have some control but this past years has felt controlled for me.
Andrea (my girlfriend of two years off and on) is pregnant with my child. Yay. So, we're at 38 weeks tomorrow. It's exciting and scary. She's full term and this baby could come at any moment. I still got stuff I want to sell, baby stuff to put together, mental statuses to prepare for, et al. If that rugrat stays in her uterus until 42 weeks, I'll be happy (she of course will probably be writhe with misery.
I want to write about all my emotions but I fear my child will somehow read my crazy thoughts and resent me for it in the future. Lord knows if my father had written down his fears and I found it ten years postpartum, I probably would have been sad to read his fears.
This is to say, basically, that I want to be a good dad. I can be a good dad. I will be a good day. I'm just scared as hell about it.
There's my ninth month journal entry.
Andrea (my girlfriend of two years off and on) is pregnant with my child. Yay. So, we're at 38 weeks tomorrow. It's exciting and scary. She's full term and this baby could come at any moment. I still got stuff I want to sell, baby stuff to put together, mental statuses to prepare for, et al. If that rugrat stays in her uterus until 42 weeks, I'll be happy (she of course will probably be writhe with misery.
I want to write about all my emotions but I fear my child will somehow read my crazy thoughts and resent me for it in the future. Lord knows if my father had written down his fears and I found it ten years postpartum, I probably would have been sad to read his fears.
This is to say, basically, that I want to be a good dad. I can be a good dad. I will be a good day. I'm just scared as hell about it.
There's my ninth month journal entry.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Five Years Ago, Today....
I posted this on a message board I frequent and thought it was necessary to have anyone who still reads my blog to see it.
On August 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina came onshore just near the Mississippi and Louisiana border. More than 1,800 people were killed & it cost more than $81 billion in damages. It was what we call a "100-year storm". Yes, it was a disaster, both man-made and natural.
I lived in New Orleans then and do so now. It's my home. And, it's a much different place than before the storm. Some things are better, some things are just as bad. But we need people outside of the region to not forgot what transpired on that late August day. While I know many things went wrong and many of the lives lost were taken unnecessarily, it still was a natural disaster. It showed no discrimination, even if local, state, and federal government officials did.
People here perceive that most of America has forgotten about Mississippi and Louisiana, or that we should all be rebuild and restored by now. But that's not the case, and there are many different factors for why that hasn't happened. I cannot explain it all in a thread; all I can ask is for you to not forget.
If you wouldn't mind, read the semi-unbiased account on Wikipedia and help to keep us in your thoughts and [if so inclined] prayers.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Katrina
Thanks,
Jeff Watkins
Gentilly Terrace, New Orleans, LA
On August 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina came onshore just near the Mississippi and Louisiana border. More than 1,800 people were killed & it cost more than $81 billion in damages. It was what we call a "100-year storm". Yes, it was a disaster, both man-made and natural.
I lived in New Orleans then and do so now. It's my home. And, it's a much different place than before the storm. Some things are better, some things are just as bad. But we need people outside of the region to not forgot what transpired on that late August day. While I know many things went wrong and many of the lives lost were taken unnecessarily, it still was a natural disaster. It showed no discrimination, even if local, state, and federal government officials did.
People here perceive that most of America has forgotten about Mississippi and Louisiana, or that we should all be rebuild and restored by now. But that's not the case, and there are many different factors for why that hasn't happened. I cannot explain it all in a thread; all I can ask is for you to not forget.
If you wouldn't mind, read the semi-unbiased account on Wikipedia and help to keep us in your thoughts and [if so inclined] prayers.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Katrina
Thanks,
Jeff Watkins
Gentilly Terrace, New Orleans, LA
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Summer
Summer in the south can be tragic. It's so hot and muggy that you will literally sweat and lose your breath just by walking out the front door.
Today, to enjoy the summer's heat, I sat outside on my porch, smoked two cigarettes and ate a frozen Diet Coke.
Summer days, uncomfortably warm nights.
I think Arts St. is hotter than Bienville Ave.
Gentilly Terrace is hooooooooooottttt!
Today, to enjoy the summer's heat, I sat outside on my porch, smoked two cigarettes and ate a frozen Diet Coke.
Summer days, uncomfortably warm nights.
I think Arts St. is hotter than Bienville Ave.
Gentilly Terrace is hooooooooooottttt!
Monday, July 05, 2010
I Have Moved, Again
Well, it's been a year. I guess it's time for a move. My girlfriend and I got a place and I'm now back in Gentilly Terrace (near the seminary). If you'd like my address, send me a message.
Monday, June 07, 2010
Jeff on Dr. King
Recently, Cornel West posed the following query on his website, in a section called 'Stand Up, Speak Out,' asking for the general public's response. He asked, "Do you think Dr. King's dream has been fulfilled by President Obama?"
I said the following:
No, Dr. Martin Luther King's dream was not fulfilled by the election of President Obama. Martin Luther King was about total equality for all people, regardless of race, gender, creed, or nationality. Having an African American man inaugurated as president doesn't qualify as the answer to the "I have a dream" speech. Dr. King wasn't hoping for political position; rather, he was hoping for racial equality. Dr. King wouldn't have cared that a black man got elected when racism still exists in America. Consequently, when President Obama was elected, racism didn't cease to exist. The freedom MLK sought will only be realized when there is no more racism! Dr. King spoke for black, white, red, purple, green...all colors and races, not just the race he was assigned to by the Almighty. Even though Dr. King was a human being, who was just as finite and frail as all humans, he spoke like a prophet. His words rang true then, much as they do now. Dr. King's dream will only be fulfilled when we stop hating people for what they look like and only hate the actions of evildoers.
I said the following:
No, Dr. Martin Luther King's dream was not fulfilled by the election of President Obama. Martin Luther King was about total equality for all people, regardless of race, gender, creed, or nationality. Having an African American man inaugurated as president doesn't qualify as the answer to the "I have a dream" speech. Dr. King wasn't hoping for political position; rather, he was hoping for racial equality. Dr. King wouldn't have cared that a black man got elected when racism still exists in America. Consequently, when President Obama was elected, racism didn't cease to exist. The freedom MLK sought will only be realized when there is no more racism! Dr. King spoke for black, white, red, purple, green...all colors and races, not just the race he was assigned to by the Almighty. Even though Dr. King was a human being, who was just as finite and frail as all humans, he spoke like a prophet. His words rang true then, much as they do now. Dr. King's dream will only be fulfilled when we stop hating people for what they look like and only hate the actions of evildoers.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
My New Orleans Musical Hero
This is Professor Longhair. Listen to "Tipatina" and "Go to Mardi Gras".
"She's enjoying penis a little bit more?"
ABC26 New Orleans reports on a shot that enlarges the "g-spot" on a woman. And an unintentional flub that lets the rest of the country know why we are so backwoods:
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Childlike or Childish?
It's often said by those who say things that folk listen to that being childlike is a compliment. The Bible says that faith like a child is what God considers Christ-honoring. But when someone calls another person childish, fists fly. Why? I have been called many things in my life but childish is one that is not too often taken graciously. Matter of fact, I act out negatively toward it. Why?
The crux of the issue is that when I'm called childish, it makes me feel like I'm being a child. There is more going on within me though. Let's take a trip down memory lane.
When I was a kid, I got in trouble all the time for running my mouth. Even if I wasn't saying something bad or telling a lie, I just always talked. It was tough for me, it really was. I got N's in conduct grades in grammar school because I always ran my trap. As I grew up, I never got a hold on it. I learned to just shut up, but I never figured out how to disconnect the hose that runs from my brain to my mouth. I think, pun possibly intended, that I think more thoughts than the general public. Perhaps this isn't the case. I have no real way of knowing. I'm too lazy to do the research and see if brain activity is dependent on psycho-social contingencies or if it's a matter of personal body chemistry. I don't know, but I do know that I think a lot of thoughts at any given second. And I'm not trying to tout my own thoughts as unique, intelligent, or important; I just think a lot.
It does, however, typically get me in trouble. And it's seemingly all the time. Whether I come off like a know-it-all, a dick, a jerk, a child, whatever, I get in trouble. I alienate friends. Coworkers develop a disdain for me. Hell, even total strangers are apparently put off by the fact that my shoes have holes in them.
I digress. My mouth is what gets me in trouble. I suppose my actions do it more, but my mouth is what makes the trouble arise. Even if I wrong someone, telling them that it's there fault or they made me do it causes the matter at hand to become more of an issue. If I would just accept what I did, apologize, and say that I'll work on not doing it again, then it might not even really matter that I did something deplorable in the first place. But I don't. I do some sketchy thing then I use my mouth to defend it (as if I had any real defense to stand on). I'm 29 and still I must confess that I get into trouble. Nobody else gets into trouble unless they get a DUI or get fired for looking at porn at work. I don't know anyone else.
Won't something just click within me that allows me to function on the level that my age dictates I should be at. I act childish because in many ways I'm a child still. I buy records over shoes. I work a job that is somewhat below me given that I have felt a calling to a path that required me to seek higher education. I blame everyone but myself for the choices I make. Christ help me!
Then even as I know the right way or thing to do, I still operate on the wrong frequency. I always choose the bad. Not always. I make the right choices some days. Is everyday a day that goes by that I, Jeff, can actually not sin? For me, I don't think I'm capable.
So, as I stated, when someone calls me childish, I feel like I haven't experienced maturation beyond the age of 15. Thus, I act like that. I kick or throw things. I act like a child. I'm sorry for acting like a child, friends.
I'm working on it.
The crux of the issue is that when I'm called childish, it makes me feel like I'm being a child. There is more going on within me though. Let's take a trip down memory lane.
When I was a kid, I got in trouble all the time for running my mouth. Even if I wasn't saying something bad or telling a lie, I just always talked. It was tough for me, it really was. I got N's in conduct grades in grammar school because I always ran my trap. As I grew up, I never got a hold on it. I learned to just shut up, but I never figured out how to disconnect the hose that runs from my brain to my mouth. I think, pun possibly intended, that I think more thoughts than the general public. Perhaps this isn't the case. I have no real way of knowing. I'm too lazy to do the research and see if brain activity is dependent on psycho-social contingencies or if it's a matter of personal body chemistry. I don't know, but I do know that I think a lot of thoughts at any given second. And I'm not trying to tout my own thoughts as unique, intelligent, or important; I just think a lot.
It does, however, typically get me in trouble. And it's seemingly all the time. Whether I come off like a know-it-all, a dick, a jerk, a child, whatever, I get in trouble. I alienate friends. Coworkers develop a disdain for me. Hell, even total strangers are apparently put off by the fact that my shoes have holes in them.
I digress. My mouth is what gets me in trouble. I suppose my actions do it more, but my mouth is what makes the trouble arise. Even if I wrong someone, telling them that it's there fault or they made me do it causes the matter at hand to become more of an issue. If I would just accept what I did, apologize, and say that I'll work on not doing it again, then it might not even really matter that I did something deplorable in the first place. But I don't. I do some sketchy thing then I use my mouth to defend it (as if I had any real defense to stand on). I'm 29 and still I must confess that I get into trouble. Nobody else gets into trouble unless they get a DUI or get fired for looking at porn at work. I don't know anyone else.
Won't something just click within me that allows me to function on the level that my age dictates I should be at. I act childish because in many ways I'm a child still. I buy records over shoes. I work a job that is somewhat below me given that I have felt a calling to a path that required me to seek higher education. I blame everyone but myself for the choices I make. Christ help me!
Then even as I know the right way or thing to do, I still operate on the wrong frequency. I always choose the bad. Not always. I make the right choices some days. Is everyday a day that goes by that I, Jeff, can actually not sin? For me, I don't think I'm capable.
So, as I stated, when someone calls me childish, I feel like I haven't experienced maturation beyond the age of 15. Thus, I act like that. I kick or throw things. I act like a child. I'm sorry for acting like a child, friends.
I'm working on it.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
It's very difficult to find the time to blog. So, I wanted to let you know that I'm on Twitter. You can follow on me at www.twitter.com/jefferygwatkins
Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
And The Winner Is...
ME!
So, I bought 80 records or so from a guy here in New Orleans for $161.25 (nevermind the odd amount) a couple months ago. I listed about 40 of them on eBay (a few were things I bought and tried to resell), and had great success. They mostly all sold and I still have half to get rid of I sold 35 of 40 things, and the five were all my junk not this dude's records. I chose to keep a few gems, obviously. And remember, if you're counting, I paid less than $3 for each of them:
Yes, I'm bragging. Here are the hits. Click the link to see what the record sold for. Everything started for $4.99:
At The Drive In - "Vaya" on White vinyl
Bright Eyes - There Is No Beginning To The Story LP - 1st Pressing
The Get Up Kids - "Two EP's" LP - Rare Import
Hey Mercedes - "Everything Fireworks" - First Pressing
Joy Division - "Still" LP - Original 1981
Kid Dynamite - "Kid Dynamite" - First Pressing x/500
Lifetime - "Hello Bastards" - First Pressing on Purple Vinyl x/500
Owls - "Owls" LP - Rare Blue Wax
Piebald - "We Are The Only Friends We Have" - First Pressing on Green Vinyl
Pedro the Lion - "Control" LP - Clear vinyl
These Arms Are Snakes - "This Is Meant To Hurt You" LP - x/300
So, I bought 80 records or so from a guy here in New Orleans for $161.25 (nevermind the odd amount) a couple months ago. I listed about 40 of them on eBay (a few were things I bought and tried to resell), and had great success. They mostly all sold and I still have half to get rid of I sold 35 of 40 things, and the five were all my junk not this dude's records. I chose to keep a few gems, obviously. And remember, if you're counting, I paid less than $3 for each of them:
Yes, I'm bragging. Here are the hits. Click the link to see what the record sold for. Everything started for $4.99:
At The Drive In - "Vaya" on White vinyl
Bright Eyes - There Is No Beginning To The Story LP - 1st Pressing
The Get Up Kids - "Two EP's" LP - Rare Import
Hey Mercedes - "Everything Fireworks" - First Pressing
Joy Division - "Still" LP - Original 1981
Kid Dynamite - "Kid Dynamite" - First Pressing x/500
Lifetime - "Hello Bastards" - First Pressing on Purple Vinyl x/500
Owls - "Owls" LP - Rare Blue Wax
Piebald - "We Are The Only Friends We Have" - First Pressing on Green Vinyl
Pedro the Lion - "Control" LP - Clear vinyl
These Arms Are Snakes - "This Is Meant To Hurt You" LP - x/300
Monday, March 15, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sunday, March 07, 2010
What I Did Last Week
So, you don't know this, but the street I live on is very narrow down both sides of the four-lane thoroughfare. As I was driving last week, I needed to get into the left-hand lane to make the U-turn to get to my house. An older lady driving adjacent to me suddenly came very close to my car. I don't think she was over the line, but it was close, and I was yelling explicatives at her. Paying attention to her rather than my position on the road, I heard a loud bang.
I hit my side mirror against a side mirror of a stationary car on the side of the road. And, I completely took it off.
I hesitated for a moment, thinking it might be better to not go back. But my conscience compelled me. I'm glad I did. The people were so nice. I hit a pest control's company vehicle and we both have State Farm, so it might have alleviated some of the technical issues in resolving this mess.
While I completely removed that car's side mirror, mine was still intact. I was missing the mirror itself, but it didn't shatter. I think I can just put it back on. The motor still works on the side-mirror, so I will need to get the front piece of the mirror that matches the gray paint of my car.
It is annoying. I wish it could have been avoided. But I'm glad it's not severe.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
A Week After Mardi Gras, I'm Still Purging
Beads, beads, beads.
Beads, beads, beads.
Beads, beads, beads.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Why I Wanted The Saint's To Win...
I live in New Orleans, but I'm from Florida. Florida has enough football for me to have my favorites. As a kid, I didn't connect with any particular team. Actually, I did. My Dad went to Florida State University for one year. Thus he was a Seminoles fan. I don't know why, though, because as a child he lived in closer proximity to Gainsville (where the University of Florida is located). My Dad didn't receive either his Bachelors or Masters degrees from FSU, but he raised my brother and I to pull for them. As I got older and rebellion set in, I found myself going for any other team (UF, University of Miami, even the University of Central Florida) just to oppose him. As far as supporting a team in the NFL, I just flipped back between the Miami Dolphins and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. I don't even remember when the Jacksonville Jaguars became a franchise because I wasn't interested.
January 2005. I moved to New Orleans, LA for grad school. I didn't quite fall in love with the Saints then because it was the off-season and Katrina gave me the chance to be an adult and get to live with my parents again for another year because my new home was uninhabitable.
August 2006. It wasn't hard to fall in love with the way the boys in Black and Gold played that year. They made it to their first playoff game in some time. Although they lost, I was pulling for them all the way.
The next few years were not so good for the Saints. But since that 2006 season, the Saints have been supported (selling out the Superdome every season since and having a wait list for season tickets that rivals any other NFL team (you wait for years on the waiting list). After Katrina, the Saints have meant more to this city than anyone can imagine. They're a beacon of hope; a light of possibility in a very dark place. Jesus is the light of the world, yes, but the Saints have never shone brighter.
When the Saints beat the better-record Colts, it was a pivotal moment in the city's history. No more were we the Aint's. The Saints, after 43 years as a franchise, became world champs. That's incredible. The city has been nuts ever since the NFC Championship game when we beat the Vikings two and a half weeks ago. It's a historic time to live here. I'm glad I was here. I had nothing to do with the Saints' wins but I get to say, "Yeah, I was there the night they beat a seemingly unbeatable team."
Tuesday there was a giant victory parade. New Orleans does parades a little differently though. It was basically like Mardi Gras with floats and beads-a-flying. It was great. Andrea and I were down on Poydras and S. Peters, next to Harrah's Casino. The clip below is a friend of Andrea who got to high-five Drew Brees.
Sunday night the entire city was in their cars and bikes just honking and waving at everyone passing because the Saints won. Monday a ton of people met the Saints at the airport to welcome the champs home. Tuesday night there was a parade where many hundreds of thousands of people came to see their heroes. Wednesday through next Tuesday we run two or three krewes each night and have parades all the way to Mardi Gras.
Why you wouldn't want to live here is beyond me.
January 2005. I moved to New Orleans, LA for grad school. I didn't quite fall in love with the Saints then because it was the off-season and Katrina gave me the chance to be an adult and get to live with my parents again for another year because my new home was uninhabitable.
August 2006. It wasn't hard to fall in love with the way the boys in Black and Gold played that year. They made it to their first playoff game in some time. Although they lost, I was pulling for them all the way.
The next few years were not so good for the Saints. But since that 2006 season, the Saints have been supported (selling out the Superdome every season since and having a wait list for season tickets that rivals any other NFL team (you wait for years on the waiting list). After Katrina, the Saints have meant more to this city than anyone can imagine. They're a beacon of hope; a light of possibility in a very dark place. Jesus is the light of the world, yes, but the Saints have never shone brighter.
When the Saints beat the better-record Colts, it was a pivotal moment in the city's history. No more were we the Aint's. The Saints, after 43 years as a franchise, became world champs. That's incredible. The city has been nuts ever since the NFC Championship game when we beat the Vikings two and a half weeks ago. It's a historic time to live here. I'm glad I was here. I had nothing to do with the Saints' wins but I get to say, "Yeah, I was there the night they beat a seemingly unbeatable team."
Tuesday there was a giant victory parade. New Orleans does parades a little differently though. It was basically like Mardi Gras with floats and beads-a-flying. It was great. Andrea and I were down on Poydras and S. Peters, next to Harrah's Casino. The clip below is a friend of Andrea who got to high-five Drew Brees.
Sunday night the entire city was in their cars and bikes just honking and waving at everyone passing because the Saints won. Monday a ton of people met the Saints at the airport to welcome the champs home. Tuesday night there was a parade where many hundreds of thousands of people came to see their heroes. Wednesday through next Tuesday we run two or three krewes each night and have parades all the way to Mardi Gras.
Why you wouldn't want to live here is beyond me.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
New Orleans is Filling up Again!
But, not with water! Thankfully, in the wake of Katrina, save for some bad thunder storms in December of 2009, we haven't experienced any real flooding events like the kind we had in August 2005. And, if you've been watching the NFL at all, you will have seen that Black and Gold from New Orleans are in the Superbowl. I will attempt to put into words what this means to me in a few days, but I found this article on our local Fox affiliate and I thought it was interesting.
"The city of the Saints is filling up with ex-New Orleanians and others ahead of the Super Bowl, many looking to cast off a legacy of football futility and natural disaster — others just looking to party down in one of the world's greatest party towns."
"'We're gearing up for Sunday just like Mardi Gras day," said Earl Bernhardt, a bar owner in the French Quarter. "We're staffing just like we do for Mardi Gras, and if the Saints win, we won't close at all. We'll stay open as long as people are standing.'"
Apparently, everyone wants to party in New Orleans for the Superbowl. I bet locals think this is good for both the city's pulse and our economy; and since I actually live in Mid-City, I suppose that I think this is a good thing too. That is, until I drive somewhere. The city is filling up, yes, so much so that I can tell when getting down to the store or the post office is taking longer because that much more traffic is on the road. How absurd is that? When festivals happen throughout the year (Jazz Fest, Essence Fest, French Quarter Fest, Voodoo Fest, just to name the big ones), you know which parts of town to avoid simply because the sheer volume of people has expanded many folds. But people are coming to New Orleans just to watch a game that's taking place a thousand miles away?
Apparently, this isn't the case in Indianapolis, where the dreaded (and favored to win) Colts hail from:
"Kimberly Harms, a spokeswoman for the Indianapolis Convention & Visitors Association, said there was no noticeable jump in hotel occupancy there for the weekend. She noted, however that one hotel had set aside 44 rooms at the special rate of $144 in honor of the forty-fourth Super Bowl. If Indianapolis wins, she said, the rooms will be free for those staying in them."
All in all, this proves to be a good game, even if it makes my errand-running take slightly longer. Peyton Manning seems like a nice person. When he hosted SNL, some of his sketches were hilarious (the one where he's a mentor to children and then cusses at the kids when they mess up). His father played for the Saints and both Peyton and Eli Manning attended school here in the city. With the fact that this is the Saints first Superbowl, though, and as it's said around these parts, all I can say is "Who Dat!"
*You can find the article I cited on Fox 8's website*
"The city of the Saints is filling up with ex-New Orleanians and others ahead of the Super Bowl, many looking to cast off a legacy of football futility and natural disaster — others just looking to party down in one of the world's greatest party towns."
"'We're gearing up for Sunday just like Mardi Gras day," said Earl Bernhardt, a bar owner in the French Quarter. "We're staffing just like we do for Mardi Gras, and if the Saints win, we won't close at all. We'll stay open as long as people are standing.'"
Apparently, everyone wants to party in New Orleans for the Superbowl. I bet locals think this is good for both the city's pulse and our economy; and since I actually live in Mid-City, I suppose that I think this is a good thing too. That is, until I drive somewhere. The city is filling up, yes, so much so that I can tell when getting down to the store or the post office is taking longer because that much more traffic is on the road. How absurd is that? When festivals happen throughout the year (Jazz Fest, Essence Fest, French Quarter Fest, Voodoo Fest, just to name the big ones), you know which parts of town to avoid simply because the sheer volume of people has expanded many folds. But people are coming to New Orleans just to watch a game that's taking place a thousand miles away?
Apparently, this isn't the case in Indianapolis, where the dreaded (and favored to win) Colts hail from:
"Kimberly Harms, a spokeswoman for the Indianapolis Convention & Visitors Association, said there was no noticeable jump in hotel occupancy there for the weekend. She noted, however that one hotel had set aside 44 rooms at the special rate of $144 in honor of the forty-fourth Super Bowl. If Indianapolis wins, she said, the rooms will be free for those staying in them."
All in all, this proves to be a good game, even if it makes my errand-running take slightly longer. Peyton Manning seems like a nice person. When he hosted SNL, some of his sketches were hilarious (the one where he's a mentor to children and then cusses at the kids when they mess up). His father played for the Saints and both Peyton and Eli Manning attended school here in the city. With the fact that this is the Saints first Superbowl, though, and as it's said around these parts, all I can say is "Who Dat!"
*You can find the article I cited on Fox 8's website*
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, again.
Is it the Lord's day, really?
I have an incredibly hard time getting up to do anything on Sundays (yes, even garage sales). I sleep in Wednesday morning (because I don't work Tuesday nights). Similarly, since I don't work Saturday nights, I don't have to get up Sunday morning. I don't like getting up going to church. It isn't because I hate God or have developed an attraction to Atheism, I'm just a lazy ass, period. I dislike most of the Christians I meet (not the ones I know, there is a difference). I dislike churches typically.
I know what you're thinking, so stop. I don't dislike hearing that I'm a sinner. Actually, I like that part. It needs to be said more. The problem with a lot of modern churches is that they don't say it enough. That's why a lost world cannot understand how Christ benefits them. Because he SAVES us from our sin.
Hanging with Jesus doesn't do anything for me socially. Most of the time, unsaved women don't want to hear about it. Talking to drunk people about God in a bar is as effective as talking to mute people about the benefits of vocal/ear training. Being a follower of Christ doesn't do much for me. It just saved me from my sin.
Don't take that to mean that it only accomplished that one task. We can theologically debate how efficacious Christ's death was to the entirety of the world. I simply mean, Jesus' death gave me life, not another activity to add to my Day Planner.
Besides, I don't even have a day planner.
Please tell my parents that I'm not a Satanist because I like going gambling, to bars, drinking, smoking, and sleeping in on Sundays.
God save me.
I have an incredibly hard time getting up to do anything on Sundays (yes, even garage sales). I sleep in Wednesday morning (because I don't work Tuesday nights). Similarly, since I don't work Saturday nights, I don't have to get up Sunday morning. I don't like getting up going to church. It isn't because I hate God or have developed an attraction to Atheism, I'm just a lazy ass, period. I dislike most of the Christians I meet (not the ones I know, there is a difference). I dislike churches typically.
I know what you're thinking, so stop. I don't dislike hearing that I'm a sinner. Actually, I like that part. It needs to be said more. The problem with a lot of modern churches is that they don't say it enough. That's why a lost world cannot understand how Christ benefits them. Because he SAVES us from our sin.
Hanging with Jesus doesn't do anything for me socially. Most of the time, unsaved women don't want to hear about it. Talking to drunk people about God in a bar is as effective as talking to mute people about the benefits of vocal/ear training. Being a follower of Christ doesn't do much for me. It just saved me from my sin.
Don't take that to mean that it only accomplished that one task. We can theologically debate how efficacious Christ's death was to the entirety of the world. I simply mean, Jesus' death gave me life, not another activity to add to my Day Planner.
Besides, I don't even have a day planner.
Please tell my parents that I'm not a Satanist because I like going gambling, to bars, drinking, smoking, and sleeping in on Sundays.
God save me.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
My Open Letter To NBC: Why Conan O'Brien Should Stay
Dear NBC,
I have watched Conan O'Brien off and on for 15 years. I first discovered him staying up late at my Grandmother's house when I should have in bed. In high school I typically caught Conan on Friday nights when I could stay up late without fear of getting in trouble. Onward through college and then in grad school, my night wouldn't be complete without tuning into Late Night to hear Conan's monologue. The cycle remains today. I work nights and get to hear Conan's witty and wise words each evening. Please don't take this away from me.
I'll have you know, however, it isn't just me. Many different millions of people from all walks of life love Conan. As evidenced by his ratings this week, nobody wants him to go this way. He hasn't even had a year as the host of the Tonight Show.
I don't watch The Office or 30 Rock, which I assume are your highest rated shows. The last show I watched on NBC was Scrubs, and now I watch it on ABC. I never miss Conan and there are millions who are like me. I didn't mind Leno and would occasionally view his program, but for you to take Conan out like this, rest assured, I will never watch Leno or NBC again.
Sincerely,
Jeff Watkins
New Orleans, LA
I have watched Conan O'Brien off and on for 15 years. I first discovered him staying up late at my Grandmother's house when I should have in bed. In high school I typically caught Conan on Friday nights when I could stay up late without fear of getting in trouble. Onward through college and then in grad school, my night wouldn't be complete without tuning into Late Night to hear Conan's monologue. The cycle remains today. I work nights and get to hear Conan's witty and wise words each evening. Please don't take this away from me.
I'll have you know, however, it isn't just me. Many different millions of people from all walks of life love Conan. As evidenced by his ratings this week, nobody wants him to go this way. He hasn't even had a year as the host of the Tonight Show.
I don't watch The Office or 30 Rock, which I assume are your highest rated shows. The last show I watched on NBC was Scrubs, and now I watch it on ABC. I never miss Conan and there are millions who are like me. I didn't mind Leno and would occasionally view his program, but for you to take Conan out like this, rest assured, I will never watch Leno or NBC again.
Sincerely,
Jeff Watkins
New Orleans, LA
Monday, January 18, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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