#deleteFacebook, Lucky 7777 and Brunch

Been busy with the new job this week.  Noticed some momentum on the #deleteFacebook movement.  Of course, selling your personal information has always been Facebook’s business model.  The larger problem is that people aren’t just using this information to sell you consumer products, but also using it to sell you political ideologies.  This seems to be happening to the exclusion other factual information.  I’m not interested, thank you, and hence this blog.  Also had my odometer turn lucky 7777, with a temperature of 70F.  Wish I was sitting in front of a slot machine for that one.  And a nice breakfast for the whole family this morning.


American Gun Protests

It occurred to me this morning that when I was a child, there were very similar protests against gun violence in the US.  Young people were being killed in large numbers by military assault style rifles and the youth of America took to the streets in large numbers to protest.  Of course, this was the 1960s, and the students being killed were soldiers in Vietnam.

Somehow the older generation at the time, the Greatest Generation, did not see this as a problem.  They had gone to war, or at least their peers did, and some of them died.  The younger generation saw the world differently.  They didn’t see a communist Vietnam as a threat to America.  It must be pointed out that the people in favor of the war in Vietnam largely weren’t the ones doing the fighting, and the ones opposed were largely the ones dying.  Very similar to today.

To pile the irony in deeper, today’s pro-gun crowd are the same generation that protested the war in Vietnam in their youth, with almost identical complaints.

Of course, the youth movement of the 1960s did not achieve its aims, at least in the short term.  Nixon was re-elected in a landslide and the war in Vietnam would not end until 1974.  It was largely believed that the children of the 1960s, even with their huge demographic advantage, abandoned politics after these defeats.  They would not go quietly, though, and it is hard to think of any part of the culture not dominated by the Baby Boomers of the intervening decades.  We all live in their world today.

Best of luck to the kids.  One thing is certain, they will win in the war of attrition.  May they build a better world than their parents did.

Exploding Beer

Yesterday we walked into the garage on the way out to dinner when there was a BANG!  I was certain someone was shooting at us.  My wife knew immediately what happened.  She was cleaning up the garage earlier in the day and dropped a couple of cans of beer on the floor. This one just blew out the normal push tab and made a mess of the counter.  We cleaned it up and went out to dinner.  Diane warned me that there was one more UXO in the garage, but we weren’t sure which beer can it was.  I figured it would settle down on its own.  It didn’t. This one must have gone off with a real bang.  Beer all over the floor.  Cars, walls, etc spared.



Saw a leaf sticking out from under the valve cover for my propane tank.  Pulled it out and more stuff came with it.  I noticed it wasn’t closed properly.  As I was cursing my propane (and propane accessory) man, I opened the cover and saw this.  I gently re-closed it, halfway, like it was before.  Probably not necessary but I will put a note on it for my propane man.  It is warming up so we might not need a fill until after the babies hatch.


New Orleans II


I am a 3rd generation New Orleanian on both sides of my family.  Though I haven’t lived there since going away to college in the 1980s, I get back at least once or twice a year to visit family.  My old friend Casey has been warning me for years that New Orleans is slowly joining the rest of America. I have to confirm, with mixed feelings, that this is true.  I watched the slow rebuild after Katrina, and figured that if things didn’t change then, they never would.

I can’t say what was different this time, but the city seemed cleaner, for one thing.  Little things like baby boomer top 40 playing in restaurants instead of real New Orleans music.  Lots of new restaurants, especially in the warehouse district, where we spent  most of our time.  The people were different, too.  Lots of staff in restaurants and hotels weren’t locals.  Tourists seemed more well heeled and from further away, not just people who had driven in from neighboring states.  Everything was a bit more expensive.  One Uber driver told me there wasn’t really any more cheap housing (or dangerous neighborhoods) in Orleans proper.

The place did seem vibrant though.  Not so much of that decadent, stagnant feel that used to be the calling card of the Big Easy.  The city seemed to change slowly since Katrina, then all at once.  I can’t say that is a bad thing.  Many people I know moved on to places like the North shore.  If other people from other places want to move in and carry on the traditions, that is fine with me.  Let the stalwarts stay on teach them the ropes.  I have no complaints if the place is cleaner and a bit more efficient and even modern.  If those other things are part of the charm, I guess I won’t miss them much.

There was one point when we walked past a trash dumpster, just before the rain, and my son said: “that smells like New Orleans”.  I knew exactly what he meant, and I realize that lots of people wouldn’t know what we were talking about.  It wasn’t meant to be an insult, and it wasn’t.  I realized it began on the way in at the airport.  I used to be able to pick out my gate without having to know the number.  Just look for the New Orleans people.  They dressed a little different.  A few would be drinking.   People talking to each other.  This time, it seemed like just another group of people waiting for a plane.  People playing around on their phones.  Nothing to see here.   It was the same on the way back, except for a few obvious college spring breakers.   New Orleans, welcome to America.  Hope it all works out.