Dimanche

New Orleans Day 3 (4/22)
~Millennial Law Prof
Few know the creative afliction of thinking wit'ya mouf'open better than yer Editilla O'rilla d'Aphasia.
Without getting too schizilly about the Search Engineering that I bugger to do da'Ladda every day, lemme see if I can'splain some of it...suffice to say there is more to working wit'a couple'dozen independent aggregates than riding a tricycle into a fire hydrant.
As with Individual Memory (IM), retrieval of our modern'day Collective Memory (CM), within Information Theory (IT), boils down to how you ask for it. Tag, yer'It! {Hence the function of that fond Nola'quial Greeting: Hey! Where'Yit?:}
But the odd Parydox of that comes from the fact that I may not have Experienced the CM personally, though it has happened (or been remembered as happening) already, within what is becoming our world's "collective consciousness", that verdant and puissant virtual domain of Our Memory (OM) known as the Internet. What used to take at least 25 refinement processes or a walk in the cow'pasture can now be gotten'to with the click of a mouse. ~More here

Hats matter in New Orleans
Other habberdasheries: Sushan's, Kabuki Design Studio & Be-Native, Fleur de Paris, Saints, Gumbo Pages...and memory fails to give up the name of that great hattery that used to be on Magazine Street?
Why, you ax, Hat Madders in New Orleans?
Well, Editilla gonna tol'ya da'way I got tol'it...but don'ask how I got it'tol--and for damn sure ask not for whom this bell tolls...ya'heard me? And'a...
1:"It rains everyday in New Orleans--somewhere."
-Old Lady at the bus stop.
2: "In a city one wears a hat and takes their lunch in a restaurant. It is the civilized way to live."
-Alfred Hitchcock
3: Without hats there would be no tips.
-Annonymous Editillero...
4:Because..."Sometimes the Grave Is a Fine and Public Place""~The story goes that Paul Tulane, who made his fortune as a haberdasher in 19th-century New Orleans, wanted to give part of that fortune to the university in his hometown, Princeton. The catch was that he wanted the university renamed for him. When that didn't happen, he gave his money to the university in New Orleans that now bears his name.
He eventually came back home. But before he died it is said that he demanded that the statue on his grave face away from the Princeton University campus. "That seems to have been pretty much debunked by now," said George Brown, Princeton Cemetery's historian. "But he must have been a pretty egotistical guy. He's the only one here with a big statue of himself."
Mr. Tulane (1801-1877) would probably come up short on the list of accomplished people buried in Princeton Cemetery, which is just off the heart of town at Witherspoon and Wiggins Streets.
All right, so Mr. Tulane is credited with developing the crease in trousers -- "He was cranking them out so fast he stuffed them in little boxes so they got the crease," Mr. Brown said.
[Editeurilla wondas and would not be surprised to discuva, if Toole, who taught at Tulane, knew this about its founder when he scribed Gus and Levy Pants, in Confederacy of Dunces? Enquirin'Rillas want to know.]
... Yet also buried there are a United States president, Grover Cleveland; a vice president, Aaron Burr Jr.; and other people of great accomplishment, from the pollster George Gallup to the novelist John O'Hara to the mathematician John von Neumann. Mr. Brown calls Princeton Cemetery the Westminster Abbey of America for the abundance of stars buried in its compact space."
5: But the best and most imortant reason to wear a hat in New Orlean? New Orleans Ladies!

Flood Stage Levels current 'real-time' guage readings
~USGS


Native nation's projects impacted wetlands

Dispatch from New Orleans: Interesting or not?

Multicultural Tourism Network hit hard by storm

The jazz problem
~Louis Maistros

So Im a felon now. This is my story.