Photos that encompass all of the grossness and resiliency that belong to the amazing cockroach by Kara Hoffman, roommate number 4.Saturday, May 31, 2008
Meet our 6th (and 7th and 8th and 9th and 10th and 27th) roommate
Photos that encompass all of the grossness and resiliency that belong to the amazing cockroach by Kara Hoffman, roommate number 4.
Apologies for the delay
I've been neglecting this blog for some time now! Sorry about that, folks. We've been working quite a bit and it's rare that I can make it to the library before it closes as of late. So, a quick bulleted list of what's been going on, perhaps?
-We know where we're going for our next project... it's not terribly far away , just down the road in Biloxi. This is a bit of a disappointment to the whole team, especially when we had our hearts set on going to somewhere in the Western region. One team that we're friendly with is going to New Mexico to teach children about caving. We're so very, very jealous.
-I took a little trip up to Baltimore to see the fam, take care of a few job interviews, and sleep in a location without cockroaches. It was great to be home for a little while!
-I now know how to finish drywall. I am a mudding expert.
-I almost adopted a million puppies and kittens when we worked at the local animal shelter. Sugar Bear was my favorite, by far. She was very tolerant throughout her bath and gave good kisses even though we were scrubbing her fur and trying to detangle all of the knots and mats.
-In just a few days, I'm going to see Old Crow Medicine Show play in New Orleans!
-Up until yesterday, my campmates included 200 older men from various regions in the South and Midwest that were here to help build houses. They were called Men on a Mission and they were a noisy bunch. I wake up early, but in comparison, I looked like a sleeping beauty. Every morning, they were up at 5... banging around, yelling stuff in Southern accents, and not letting me sleep. But overall, they were a very nice bunch and did funny things, like had their local newspaper FedEx-ed to them so they could read it.
-In the near future, my team is taking a road trip back to California! If you live on the road to Cali and would like a visit from me and my 11 friends, please do let me know. We might stop by anyway :)
-We know where we're going for our next project... it's not terribly far away , just down the road in Biloxi. This is a bit of a disappointment to the whole team, especially when we had our hearts set on going to somewhere in the Western region. One team that we're friendly with is going to New Mexico to teach children about caving. We're so very, very jealous.
-I took a little trip up to Baltimore to see the fam, take care of a few job interviews, and sleep in a location without cockroaches. It was great to be home for a little while!
-I now know how to finish drywall. I am a mudding expert.
-I almost adopted a million puppies and kittens when we worked at the local animal shelter. Sugar Bear was my favorite, by far. She was very tolerant throughout her bath and gave good kisses even though we were scrubbing her fur and trying to detangle all of the knots and mats.
-In just a few days, I'm going to see Old Crow Medicine Show play in New Orleans!
-Up until yesterday, my campmates included 200 older men from various regions in the South and Midwest that were here to help build houses. They were called Men on a Mission and they were a noisy bunch. I wake up early, but in comparison, I looked like a sleeping beauty. Every morning, they were up at 5... banging around, yelling stuff in Southern accents, and not letting me sleep. But overall, they were a very nice bunch and did funny things, like had their local newspaper FedEx-ed to them so they could read it.
-In the near future, my team is taking a road trip back to California! If you live on the road to Cali and would like a visit from me and my 11 friends, please do let me know. We might stop by anyway :)
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Love (bugs) are in the air...
Love bugs are stuck together and to many surfaces around Pass Christian. They're too busy with their important work to bite or sting-- they're lovers, not fighters. A few were in my cereal box the other morning. Guess they were looking for a little love shack and found one in the Cheerios box.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
JazzFest '08
JazzFest was a muddy, sticky, loud, and crowded blast. At about 9 in the morning, the rain was coming down in sheets in Pass Christian. We had a hour and a half drive to New Orleans and we were keeping our fingers crossed that somewhere between the two places, the rain would let up so we could enjoy the festival without putting on the trash bag ponchos that we snagged from the kitchen. After a stop at a delicious farmer's market in the city, we drove out towards the race track where the festival takes place.
The festival is full of music on several different stages and arts and crafts vendors and friendly, drunk people, and mud. The first group we saw were the Pine Leaf Boys, a group that I'd meant to see when they came to a local bar in Baton Rouge. They play Creole music with a fiddle and an accordian. Some songs were upbeat and dancey and some were sad. If I could understand Creole, I'd guess that they talked about broken hearts and lost love and the like.
Each of the performances that I saw were great, but the set by The Roots was definetly a standout. I'd never seen them before, but had heard that they put on live shows that are amazing and full of energy. Sometimes predictions like that make my expectations too high and therefore, unreachable, but The Roots really lived up to the hype. Most impressive was their sousaphone player (nicknamed Tuba Gooding, Jr.) who bounced around the stage and through the crowd with that giant silver intrument twisted around him. The Roots' music was tight, relevant to current political situations in Washington, and full of energy.
The festival is full of music on several different stages and arts and crafts vendors and friendly, drunk people, and mud. The first group we saw were the Pine Leaf Boys, a group that I'd meant to see when they came to a local bar in Baton Rouge. They play Creole music with a fiddle and an accordian. Some songs were upbeat and dancey and some were sad. If I could understand Creole, I'd guess that they talked about broken hearts and lost love and the like.
Each of the performances that I saw were great, but the set by The Roots was definetly a standout. I'd never seen them before, but had heard that they put on live shows that are amazing and full of energy. Sometimes predictions like that make my expectations too high and therefore, unreachable, but The Roots really lived up to the hype. Most impressive was their sousaphone player (nicknamed Tuba Gooding, Jr.) who bounced around the stage and through the crowd with that giant silver intrument twisted around him. The Roots' music was tight, relevant to current political situations in Washington, and full of energy.
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