This happens to be the title of the book Ann's reading: Periodic Tales..A Cultural History of the Elements, from Arsenic to Zinc. And in a way this is what this blog is all about: Periodic Tales.
Spent yesterday back in New Orleans. Met Recep Tayyip Erdogan, an Islamist from Turkey--charming fellow who chain smoked and took tiny sips of black coffee; then there was a skinny black fellow with a look of desperation playing a sax on the street corner and a filthy white fellow playing a guitar. Both were gifted; both probably subsisting on loose change tourists flung in their tin cans. Would loved to have had a chat with them & gotten some insight re: their journeys across the prairie of life. The gifted who are going to hell in a handbag. Now there's a theme for a book.
Had mediocre food. Had cold beer in a corner bar estab. in 1807. The drunks were happy and loud; the doors were open; muffled old rock music thumped; cigarette smoke swirled; a hard core gal drinking some sort of concoction with raw eggs, milk vodka & some other stuff I didn't catch; a million ancient business cards on the wall; the bar keep had a blinking light head band that said "Be Happy." There was this sort of stuff going on and on. Maybe too many sights and sounds. Time to head back through N.O's jumbo
pot holes to the trailer park.
Off to Carencro, La. to see a buddy then off to Texas manana. Maybe I'll see "Shrub" who's reported to be doing water colors out in the desert, or maybe Gov. Rick Perry, who according to some Texas liberals, needs to take a drug test.
Later.....
T
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