"In the summer of 2006, my father and I were visiting the National Civil Rights Museum midway through a road trip from Chicago to New Orleans, and in mere minutes I went from reading about the 1963 March on Washington to watching a bubbly mother-daughter duo with identical perms shake hands with President Bush. Corralled into the receiving line myself, I prayed for an invisibility cloak, or at least an Acme 'Instant Hole' to duck into. As he went down the line with the confidence of a beauty queen, did it occur to the President that I might refuse his handshake?"
Not all oil-soaked animals in Louisiana deserve saving. I attend fashion shows, braises venison, and head into the bayou to understand the varmint of New Orleans: nutria.
Bringing back homes in New Orleans.
On loving, and losing, your favorite childhood books.
Sex, Drugs, And Orchestra: The Importance Of Metal Health And The New Iron Maiden Documentary—The Rumpus
I used to be angry, but then I found Maiden.