I don’t have much content for today’s post so I thought I’d put up some more of my pictures from New Orleans. This was the trip where I was experimenting with my lomo that rips film right off the sprockets every time you wind the film advance lever. It also has a light leak and I am very bad at focusing with a range finder. For example, at the time I thought three meters was the same as three feet. (Ha!) I don’t know where I was that day when they taught the decimal system in school. Probably day dreaming. So my photos are “experimental art”. But still, I like to look at them from time to time so I thought you might too.

Maybe you’re wondering why I have no content today. Let me put it this way: The most exciting thing I did at my job today was put 500 labels on 500 postcards…by hand. One by one. I felt like I was transported back in time to those days when I couldn’t get a job right out of college and I took temp jobs stuffing envelopes. Good thing my little spylette* was kicking me, at least that was amusing.

You know what, I shouldn’t bag on my new job. I really like the people I work with. They are all very cool. Three of them are new parents and they have given me the low down scoop on strollers and car seats. It’s great. Plus they totally understand when it comes to having to leave for doctor’s appointments and such. In fact, I haven’t even worked with the big boss yet because he’s out on paternity leave. His wife had a baby last week. Another thing, my schedule rocks. I have Fridays off! Yay! Also they took me out to a two hour lunch today and regaled me with stories of employee drunkeness. It’s not that bad. It’s just slow. Tomorrow I’m going to start making fake mock ups just to keep busy. Things should get better.

*baby

I don’t have many pictures from my trip to New Orleans in 2003 but I have a lot of pictures in my heart. I’ll always remember what it was like to walk down the broken sidewalks in the French Quarter. The dusty dark little antique and thrift shops that I ducked into to buy old postcards… the scary voodoo shop, the boys on the street who beat their drums for money. I feel lucky to have visited. It will never be the same. My heart goes out to those people who call that old place home.