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During the New Orleans Times Picayune shrinking print debate, I visited with a newsprint connoisseur today. My mother-in-law, a lifelong New Orleans resident.
It's been 12 years since I promised my mother I would go to college. No one in my family has a college degree, so it's up to me to be the voice of encouragement and experience for the next generation.
"Big" Willie Robinson, founder and president of the International and National Brotherhood of Street Racers, died this past Saturday. He was 69.
Here's my take on where print and web journalism seem to be headed, for what it's worth.
Few bands today embody the Crescent City sound and lifestyle as wholly as Dirty Dozen Brass Band.
As we head into summer vacation season, it's time to think about how to get the best experience -- and the greatest value -- from your travel dollars.
World's Fairs typically were used by the hosting city as a reason to develop an urban site that was previously unused. Some of these sites were marshes, forests, or simply sprawling fields. A lot of my photographs examine a return to nature as weeds and plants would overgrow the exposition pavilions; in many cases, there was no real concrete proof that this huge event ever took place, except for the magnificent park that was developed as a direct result.
"The Great Cafeteria Takeover" portrays a group of young adults who are leaders in the school food reform movement.
The Grammy, a small golden trophy perched on a bare table, seems to belong to everyone in the room, a recognition of their life's work and New Orleans culture.
Dolphins are washing up dead while fish disappear as oil and dispersants from BP's 2010 spill lurk in Gulf waters and marshes.
While Coachella may have Vogue-ready outfits parading around its grounds, the fashion at Jazzfest is far more organic to the ethos of the festival and its funky hometown, New Orleans.
The Autumn Defense, fronted by John Stirratt and Pat Sansone, is on tour with Nick Lowe, and I had the chance to catch up with both at their New Orleans gig last weekend. This is a brief interview with John.
Gun violence is tearing our urban centers apart, and the blood that's most often shed seems to be that of promising young children. Why the deafening silence from our leading campuses?
It was supposed to be a two and a half hour festival set, and Springsteen went overtime. It was cathartic but I wouldn't call it closure. Post-Katrina, I wouldn't call anything closure. But listening to Springsteen, Dr. John, all the legends; they seem to be sending signals about where we all meet up in the end.
Jazz Fest has not reached the uber-hipster level of a Bonnaroo Lollapalooza Coachella, and we like it that way. But it is evolving. Chances are the kids were never going to pick up the red bean cabana shirt mantle; they'll probably come up with Jazz Fest hankie shirts or something undreamt of as yet.
Sculptor Bellavia and Dr. John created "Voudou Dolls" to help fund the Soul Fire elders' travel, incorporating his knowledge of Orisha learned from the late Rev. Mother Alice Hill Lastie.
