Freaks and Geeks

I didn't get to spend much time at the Cooper-Young Festival, so all these shots were taken while walking, of things I saw in passing. In other words, they're not very good. Maybe next year I can stay longer and get some better shots.


People.


Walking. People.


Scarves with pretty colors.


We didn't have time to stop and buy any, unfortunately. Whatever "gay fuel" is.


This is the piano man. We got stuck behind him for a while and I overheard him talking non-stop about root words, in a Rain Man sort of monotone voice.


I was amused that this guy felt the need to wear all black and long sleeves. It wasn't exactly sweltering outside, but it wasn't exactly all-black long-sleeved lycra shirt weather either. I guess it's possible that his body is covered in horrible burns or something, so I won't make fun of his fashion choices.


I forgot what this type of drum is called, but the one that kid is playing was selling for $200.

A tourist's view of Nawlins

I dug up my crappy snapshots of New Orleans taken back in October of 2001 on during a College Media Advisers conference. I thought I had a lot more than I actually do; without photos, I'll have to work extra hard to retain the memories of that city, since it will never be the same.

I'll add more to this collection as I recover them from my old hard drive.


We had a corner hotel room at the Hyatt Regency (which looks like this now), so I got several good shots of the city from our room.


I imagine most of this is underwater now.




You can see the Superdome over there, peeking out. And the black building to the left is the other wing of the hotel.


The Andrew Jackson statue in the famous Jackson Square.


We took a haunted history tour from this guy, which turned out to be excellent instead of corny. We heard lots of gruesome slave tales and voodoo legends and I spent a good deal of time genuinely creeped out, walking those historied streets at midnight.


I thought it was interesting that a lot of the homes in town were surrounded by high walls topped with glass jutting up out of cement along the top — to keep out intruders.


These guys were actually the College Publisher representatives, drunk and clamoring to see young, nubile nipples along Bourbon Street. Shudder.


Pam tried out for Street Smarts and actually did a good job playing some sort of airhead role, but she didn't make it. The best part about this photo is the baloon animals on the guy's head in the background. Ah, New Orleans, your drunken tourists salute you.

Pink socks

The two best things about this photo:

1. The stone-washed cap hanging on the chair.
2. The She-Ra castle glistening in the background.