Anais Grin

It was still pretty devastated 16 months after Katrina. But the French Quarter was pretty lively all the same. Rooster sang. The last night we took a dinner river cruise and heard some good dixieland jazz.
Oysters and redfish- three of us feasted but the vegan crew famished. And yes, Cafe Du Monde really does have delicious coffee.

Met some Habitat volunteers who were gutting homes in St. Bernard’s Parish. Most of the time I was taking classes, but I ran around as far as I could – walked from downtown to the Garden district and back, and right on through and past the Quarter on the other side, taking it in…Didn’t see the 9th ward but what I saw was plenty -the X marks on the houses, the vacant waterlined homes in lakeview(?)

I was there for the fall colors and it looks like we’re returning for Christmas! Yay! Years ago I went for the first time with Peter, then last year on Mick’s bike. But this year it’s with my darling and that makes it particularly delightful.

I always wanted to go to New Orleans, but never made it. Now New Orleans will never be the same. Will it become a playground for the rich? If so, or if it becomes some disnified version of itself, I will probably never go.

If anyone is going to Burning Man from the Boston area, you can send your bike and stuff in a container. Just thought I’d pass the following announcement on – I’m not going this year but maybe this will help somebody else.

C. W. is trying to assemble interest for a second shipping container from Boston to the playa (a first container filled up in an unprecedented 30 hours).

Right now the truck is very close to being full; only about 9 full shares are available. But if we don’t fill it up, then everyone on that container has to leave their stuff in Boston. And we have to fill it up by THIS SATURDAY, July 23rd.

The prices are really reasonable – $75 for a bicycle, $125 for a bicycle/box share, and $250 for a full share (100’cubic feet!), delivered from Boston to the playa, and back.

If you’re going out to the playa this year, this is a great way to bring a bicycle, without which its nearly impossible to see the cool art out in the periphery. And if you were planning on lugging all your stuff to the airport, you could get a box share and have it all delivered straight out to black rock city, freeing up enough room in your Reno rental to bring an extra person out!

Even if you’re not going, if you know ANY burners to whom you could pass along this message, please do! We’re almost at our goal, but we only have days left to make it. In the name of philosophy, we need your help!

You can find out more here:

http://burningtruck.chaoshacker.org/

And sign up here:

http://burningtruck.chaoshacker.org/signup_2/signup.html

County Cork is the home of my ancestors. I heard they got in a lot of fights with their neighbors, religious disputes, as they were Protestants. Wonder if it’s true. People’s Republic of Cork

(I wrote 3 weeks ago in 43T)

Sunday morning, and I was running! He’s too broke to come here and vice versa, maybe we’ll do those songs in the next life. (I do not believe in next lives but I am an optimist nevertheless.)

Lots of other lakes in Berlin but this one’s huge and has a real beach (strandbad). In the early 80’s the rock girls would wear bright red lipstick, a ponytail, and a ruched cotton bathing suit from the 50’s to the beach. Mine had a pretty floral pattern. :)

(I wrote, 9 weeks ago in 43T, and J. cheered me, bless her heart.)

Lived in Berlin in the early 80’s while the wall was still up. Spent a summer there in 1990, summer after the wall “came down” (plenty of it was still standing.)

All the musical excitement of the past year got me fired up. I wrote Heiner and told him I’d be coming this spring. Well, England wiped me out, and I never figured out how I was going to manage this. I wanted to work on some new songs with Heiner, now I can’t even remember what they might have been… and how would I juggle living there and here, jet over on weekends? And what about this house? Ah the fine fantasies one has in midwinter, when work is slow.
A fine muddle to be in…

A place of my childhood, always dreamed of going back, maybe this September, ahh I say that every year, before reality sinks in. If I ever meet the man of my dreams I hope he will go to the Outer Banks with me.

The Tate Modern was one of my favorite places; spent the whole day there and saw August Strindberg and Joseph Bueys ticketed shows as well as every inch of the place I could enter.

I meant to go visit some friends there 25 years ago, finally made it. Saw one of the friends from 25 years ago, and serendipity reconnected me with a second one (who no longer resides there) while I was there. I also caught up with other friends I made in recent years and even made a few new ones.

I would like to go back to London again.