They say that when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. In New Orleans that hammer is a parade and the nail-like problem the the UNO budget cuts. Students and faculty staged a jazz funeral yesterday to mourn the coming loss of teachers, classes, departments, and even birds and happiness. TP brings us the party snaps, but we hope you'll scroll down to the comment section of their coverage for "suicide squeeze"'s observation that: "It wasn't that long ago when college students WORKED their way through school. No wonder this country is going down the tubes!" Tell it squeeeze!
It seems like just yesterday when the city was still fresh with SuperBowl euphoria, and Mardi Gras Madness. Sure, we had to deal with an election, but as long as Nagin was out, everyone was happy.
At the head of the parade, quite literally, we installed Mitch Landrieu, scion of a Louisiana dynasty. Alas, Karnival is over, and so is St. Patty's, so is St. Joseph's. Everyone has sobered up, and remembered those beads are actually worthless.
So, what of Mayor Mitch? Cutys still a mess, and it looks like he'll have a hard time makin' a dent. Clancy duBos breaks it down.
Exclusive photos from NoDef Photographer Paul M. of the kickoff of Patty's Day Season. The parade wound it's way point to point across the quarter with one particularly long stop at The Rose.
Let the photos speak for themselves.
March 19 is St. Joseph's Day which means more Mardi Gras Indians!
However, apparently, long before, the Crescent City put their own spin on the day, the holiday had something to do with something religious… We think that their was some Saint involved.
(St. Joseph saved the Sicilians from famine by bringing rain; in exchange, the people threw a feast. NOLA's significant Sicilian population bought the the tradition over erecting altars with elaborate food spreads.)
Seeing and (if necessary, eating) at one of the altars is a must-experience. (And, of course, there will be parades!)
Ariella Cohen of The Lens continues her excellent coverage of the Zulu Social Aid & Pleasure Club's recent windfall. On Lundi Gras, member Ray Nagin presented the storied krewe with an $800,000 check from the Urban Development Action Grant. Cohen reports that the Mayor's office will not clarify whether the money is a loan or a donation.
A little research on our favorite journalist's part revealed that the check stands to violate the rules governing the group's 501(c)(7) status. Simply, put they are classified as a not-for-profit currently, but takign the gift may push them out of that category, leading to all sorts of tax issues.
Even Yats who opt to forgo the parades for a grillout or a staycation in front of the television can not hep but finding themselves in posession of those iconic plastic beads. So, as the excitement of Carnival subsides, we are left wondering what the hell to do with these things.
The easiest answer is the garbage. The truly unmotivated will let them sit about tangled and forlorn on the floor for months. Conversely, the truly motivated will take their loot to the Salvation Army. However, somewhere between lies the purgatory that is ebay. The online retailer lists thousands of Mardi Gras lots; almost 500 for doubloons alone.
Like Snoop Dog, our mind was on our money; so, doubloons seemed a logical start. The most expensive single doubloon is from the 2003 Krewe de Argus: a George Rodrigue Blue Dog. One side has quite the pretty picture of a blue dog, plus a registration number, and the flipside features the Krewe's logo. Unfortunately, there are zero bids! A 1967 .999 Fine Silver (yeah! like real silver) Knights of Momus had one bid for $65.00 with two days left on the auction. Despite, the shred of hope, the average prices seemed to be much closer to four, five dollars a piece for the rarer items and a nickel or dime for the common coins.
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So, Bobby Jindal was shocked! Shocked and Appalled! While no fan of Senator Mary, Jindal is an avid admirer of the Oval Office, and issued the requisite condemnation lest his future campaign suffers. Here, at NO Def, we are instituting an “Insert your Own Joke” Policy with Jindal. Here’s some fodder.