Friday, September 22, 2017

This Old House: Movin’ On Up

So you remember that big old crazy-ass house I was talking about? The one with all the labyrinthine twists and turns? The great house-a-logical puzzle? Well, um, we’re living in it now. Yep, all fixed up (well, mostly) and ready for the habitating. (Actually, we’ve been in for a few weeks, but I’ve been woefully slacking on my house-updates — too busy luxuriating in the splendor.)

How about a little bit of celebratory historical context (from my recent Petey-photo-archives dive):

Left: The house as it looked fifty-nine years ago, when my grandparents, dad, etc. moved in. (Note the freakishly-rare-in-New-Orleans snow on the ground.)

Right: The house as it looks now, when my self, wife, kids, dogs, and cats moved in. (Note the utterly-typical-in-New-Orleans absence of snow on the ground.)

I could gush at length, but for the moment, I will simply say, it’s de-lovely.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Pics by Petey: Annou

And then there's this amazing one of my dear aunt Annou in her glamour-waif youth, serving up smokey eleganza. (My brain has never quite reconciled these photos of young Annou with the Annou-of later-years that I knew.)

Pics by Petey: My Dad as a Wee Lad

Petey had a knack for photographing kids, and Dad, as a youngster, had a propensity for running around in various cowboy-themed outfits, so there are more than a few photos along these lines.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Pics by Petey: The Man Behind the Camera

Self-portrait of my grandfather, Victor "Petey" Olivier. As previously mentioned, I'm digging through the (huge and very awesome) trove of his photos which have come my way, and I figured I'd probably post some faves as I go along. And so why not start with a glimpse at the man behind the camera? That's a cool dude right there. (And I'm really digging the plaid/wallpaper combo.)

Saturday, September 09, 2017

Mind. Blown.

I had to explain to Louise that coffee cake does not actually contain coffee. Her mind was blown.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

St. Claude Ave. at Sunset

Taken whilst Sarah and I cruised around on our 19th anniversary bike-date.

Saturday, September 02, 2017

Curious Business

Saturday afternoon, hanging in my weekend striped shirt (as opposed to my weekday uniform black). Decided to start digging through my grandfather's old photographs (recently retrieved from storage). Very first photo I laid hands on was this one of my uncle Chip from way back in the day. (That's his piano in the background, by the way.) Curious business.

Bayou St. John at Night

Friday, June 23, 2017

On the Flip Side (of the World)

Hey, want to hear something crazy? Louise is in Pune, India. Yeah. Pune. India. That’s over here:

Which is to say, very far away. Ten-and-a-half time zones away. (Yes, half-time-zones are a thing.)

And what the hell, might you ask, is Louise doing half way around the globe by herself? Well, she’s not actually by herself. The clever (not so) little gal got herself accepted to the National Security Language Initiative for Youth (NSLI-Y) program to study Hindi! (Short version: Uncle Sam wants more Americans to learn “strategically significant” languages — Arabic, Korean, Hindi, Mandarin, etc. — and they’re willing to foot the bill to send dedicated late-high school language-lovers to travel overseas for seven weeks to participate in their immersive language study programs.)

And so, off our little birdie flew, last Sunday, from the Big Easy to the Big Apple, where she converged with her fourteen young Hindi-studying compatriots for a couple of days of intensive orientating. Then a Tuesday night direct flight to Mumbai.1 And a middle-of-the-night drive to Pune.

And there she is! Doing some more orientating. This weekend she'll settle in with her host family, with her two new little host sisters. She'll live with them for the better part of the next two months. She'll take Hindi classes with her group, for twenty to thirty hours a week. And they'll traipse around together, engaging in various immersively cultural activities and just generally getting their minds blown. And then they'll head back to the US of A in early August, knowing a hell of a lot more Hindi — and a hell of a lot more of all kinds of things — than they knew when they left.

So, yes. This little pumpkin, who long time readers will remember from the early Slimbo-years:

is now this big pumpkin, out in the world, learning and doing all kinds of kind-of-unimaginable things:

Seriously crazy, huh? Oh, yeah! And chip-off-the-old-blogger, she’s documenting her travels here:

You go, grrrrl!

1 At fifteen-hours-and-change of direct flying, it was already one of the longest non-stop flights in the world. It was made still longer when they sat on the tarmac at Newark Airport for three hours, before taking off, because a broken coffeepot somehow snowballed into a crew timeout.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Rainy Saturday Afternoon Doodle

Weird and Weirder

Weird: I woke up with the chorus of Billy Joel's "My Life" stuck on loop in my head.

Weirder: I think I'm okay with it.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Crisis Averted

I like to think this situation is emblematic of my twin heritages. The washer latch broke, a major crisis on a busy laundry Sunday. But crisis averted: I've applied my farm boy-savvy jury-rigging ingenuity (my mom's side) to fix it by carefully wedging it closed with a big-ass piece of marble top from a flood-destroyed antique sideboard (my dad's side). All is well.