the Nixionary

Art took down the wall. Art installed a two way window that opens from the top and the bottom in the smoothest of ways. Art put up a new wall.  Art tried to tap our keg at the Halloween party, but he was already drunk and broke it, and Kate had to go [...]

I ran into my friend James Taylor (a British bloke, not to be confused with my beloved Fire and Rain folk singer) at Mojo yesterday morning. The cold front swooping into New Orleans right now seems to bring with it clarity, or maybe just a refreshing awareness that isn’t as tangible in the humid [...]

This weekend, Esty and I tried to go see Waiting for Godot in New Orleans—a modern day adaptation of Samuel Beckett’s internationally renowned play. (For non-readers, Waiting for Guffman, was Christopher Guest’s spoof on the original: a play hinging upon the arrival of a man who never arrives). What better place for [...]