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It’s the square root of 1600.

And 00101000 in binary.

If you call Romania, you have to dial it.

In hexadecimal, it’s 28.

The Romans?  They would have called it XL.

I could easily give 40 reasons, too… 1 for each year.  40 reasons why we’re so happy to celebrate your day, so happy you’re here, so happy you’re the Daddy, the husband, the friend, and the all-round beefcake* home improvement legend that you are.

Happy 40th, Pancho!

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* Best birthday greeting to Paul today, from our friend K: “Happy 40th — your wife still calls you ‘beefcake’ on a regular basis, so you’re all good.”

People wonder if they should bring their kids to Jazz Fest.

You should bring them one day.  This is why.  You relieve yourself of any possible guilt when you bring them to see the Imagination Movers; you, yourself, get to party down to the Movers without feeling like that creepy adult dancing among strange children; and most importantly… you enjoy every Fest Day following so much more so, because you’ll be free!

This guy below said it best.  “Jazz Fest with kids sucks.”

Also, we owe this Mover guy thanks for hooking Paul up with a backstage access pass to Allman Brothers.  Thanks!

Here is my volunteer location of choice, and where we spent a lot of the day with the kids.  A bonus: it’s right across from the kids area and within a great spot to hear music from Fais Do Do and Gentilly.

Our kids day had me in the kids area quite a bit.  Nice shade.  Plus, this dixieland band was pretty darn good.  And the guy dancing?  He was really giving his all.   It reminded me of the Designing Women segment where Julia Sugarbaker discusses “crazy people” in the South.  The kids loved him.

Here’s the view at Gentilly.

One of the activities in the kids area.

Will and friends had a great time.

And tomorrow?  The kids are in school and we’re at the Fest.  Freedom!

Today’s Highlights:

– Weather report was horrific (thunderstorms, hail, tornadoes, damaging winds).  We went anyway.  It was windy and overcast and looked like it *might* rain for a good part of the day… but it didn’t.  Then around 4:30 the sun came out… and that was that.

– Muddy field from yesterday’s big rain = wellingtons… the best Jazz Fest attire, ever.

– Hooked up with the front row pass for part of Simon & Garfunkel… awesome!  Thanks, Chrissie, Cade & family!

– Having friends around take the whole already amazing Jazz Fest experience to a whole new level.

UPDATES:

— Jazz Fest Wellingtons, an awesome assortment, here.

— Art Garfunkel had laryngitis.  It made for a slow start to their set; things picked up with Paul Simon played a few solo (Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes, etc.)  Then, they did Bridge Over Troubled Water.  Poor Art struggled hard, and then, right around the “I’m on your side, when times get rough…” Paul walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.  They finished the song together and stood, with hands clasped, to the applause at the end.

Pictures are by Paul and me…

New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival 2010 started today — Paul and I arrived early where I joined other workers in the volunteer entrance and Paul entered with the crowd.  In between running to supply me and my fellow gelato volunteers with Jazz Fest food favorites (cochon du lait po’ boy, rosemint tea, alligator pie, etc.) he took these pictures.

Fais Do Do always has a crowd dancing.

Also, locals wear great hats to Jazz Fest.

Dr. Bob’s work on wheels.

And up close.  (That’s Comanche Indians with guests in the background… see close-ups below.)

Mardi Gras Indians.  This little fella is the Spy Boy for this tribe.

He’s singing with the elders — everyone dressed up.  The Indians work all year on their suits — traditionally they hand-make them, developing the symbols and pictures, then making each stitch by hand.

Paul tells me that several Chiefs were brought in to usher in this Jazz Fest together.  He reports that several in the crowd were choked up at the moment… they gave a great performance with some specialized lyrics.

Gospel Tent.  Always where it’s at.

Little Freddie King.

Dudes with fire.

I’ll get a picture of the beautiful La Divina booth to post next time.  Until then, we’ll have to stick with the goods.

The gelato I was helping sell at the Fest… I recommend getting it affogado; which is gelato served with espresso poured over it.

Renee, desperate to get out to hear some music, suiting up in trash bags…

… because just before 2pm, the skies opened up.

We have a babysitting share tomorrow with plans to lay out in the sun in front of Acura Stage, watching the acts and waiting for Simon and Garfunkel.  Unfortunately… the weather is not looking good.  “Thunderstorms, damaging wind, hail, and tornadoes.”  Rain gear, anyone?

Dear ABC/FOX,

While marketing its intended product, the Cacique commercial sells a positive thinking, self-affirming message to its viewers.  This is in contrast to ads for similar products, which, while marketing themselves, sell a degrading, self-hating message to viewers.  What do you get when you have marketing plus good vibes?  Well, we viewers call that a win-win.  I’m not exactly sure why you all call it inappropriate during your prime-time spots.  But maybe, if you pulled your heads out of your arses, you’d see it for what it truly is… a step in the right direction.

Yours,

A Sometimes Viewer.

Here’s the “controversial” ad.

Here’s the article about the ad. (h/t: Scott!)

A month or so ago, I planted around a million plants.  The frost, the house renovation, and our limited budget had meant empty beds for awhile… so we carved off some cash and I spent a few afternoons planting.  It was really growing in and starting to look good.

Then the petunias started looking not so good.  Holes.  And sticky leaves.  Like this.

I went out last night on the way to Treme.  A quick flashlight revealed what we’d suspected.

SLUGS.

I ran back inside and set up Abita bait.  Too good of a beer for these bastards, but hey, it was what we had on hand.

The cat lives up the street and is my frequent garden companion.  He was out when I set out the beer traps and around this morning when I tallied results.  I counted to roughly 110 slugs.

And still, there are more.

I set up more traps tonight, though I’m not sure how long to keep this up.  I also put down coffee grounds (Paul will bring home more from our neighborhood coffee shop tomorrow morning).

Anyone else have experience with getting rid of slugs?  What else can I do?  How long do I put out bait?  And is it cruel to sprinkle them with salt?  I can’t bring myself to do it, even after just going out there and seeing several big fat ones on the Petunias.  Gross.

When petting dinosaurs at the zoo…

… be forewarned.  They may spit.

Even on Daddy.  ewww.

Also?  Nothing phases Kate.

The March Just Posts:

• Aimee of Greeblemonkey with Healthcare Reform and Political Discord
• almost idealist of Time to Change the World with Poverty and Plenty
• Antropóloga with Hooray! We can come back to America!
• Barbara at An American in Lima with “All Hail the Glacier Gods”
• bon at crib chronicles with little plastic castle, or what the f*ck ever happened to Liz Phair?
• Em of Social Justice Soapbox with The Sunshine Centre (Kids that changed my life)
• Emily of The Wheels on the Bus with The Boy in Fourth Period
• heather of finding atman with finding out about food
• Heide Estes of Imagine1Community with Health Insurance Should Not Be Business (Again)
• Ilina at dirt & noise with Project Enlightenment Saved My Family
• kittenpie of Life of ‘Pie with Good Question, Kid. and Jacob Have I Loved – Until Now
• Lady M at Empress M with cute drinks
• Lisa at Left Coast Cowboys with dispatches from the war on terrorism
• Mad, guest posting at Frog and Toad are Still Friends with Food as Solace; Food as Hope
• Magpie of Magpie Musing with Thinking about Health Insurance, as one does when one is SICK
• Mary of The Eleventh with Another Head Start?
• Mocha Momma with I’m Black Irish and I’m Proud
• Sahar of Sahar’s Blog with ‘Boots that are easy on your conscience’
• Stacie of If you want kin, you must plant kin… with My Body Politic
• Tami of What Tami Said with Social capital and denying the pain of black women
• wreke of wrekehavoc with i feel good
• zoom of knitknut with All the way to the top

The posts of this month’s roundtable were nominated by:

Magpie Mary Stacie/girlgriot Alejna Holly

Here is the original.

The day before Easter, I joined the Abeona House Team for the Crescent City Classic 10K, to raise funds for the beloved nonprofit pre-school that Paul and I helped open near 5 years ago.  (Thank you to everyone that support me!)

The CCC is 6.6 miles winding through beautiful New Orleans, from Jackson Square to City Park — with special New Orleans touches.

Like costumes.

With inspiration from “Heathers,” here are Emmy and me.  Afterwards, she took me to a Remington party.

Here’s our Gym Teacher, Coach Chrissie.

Allie is adorable.

Coach Chrissie warms us up.

Group photo taken by random race person who focused on Muriel’s.

The crowd of 30,000 or so.  We were back, waaaaay back, from Jackson Square.

Coach Chrissie was on us to keep sharp.

Finally!  The start line!  We ended up reaching it about 8:30 minutes after the gun shot.

The Hornet mascot was out right before the starting line, hooray crowd.

Others were in costume, too.

I managed to get them from the front, too.  This is one of 3 I took of them… and the only one in focus.  I’m learning that it’s hard to take a picture while bouncing.

I put away the camera after this and focused on the road.  I tried, but failed, to get pictures of the Jello-Shot group.  They run through the crowd pulling coolers full of Jello Shooters and hand them out among the racers.  Their shirts?  Front: “Jello Shots” Back: “It’s not like you’re gonna win.”

I did sneak in one more photo, of the prisoners… who were chained together.

So we got through those 6.6 miles in under 2 hours.  I felt fine, except my feet, which developed hot spots by mile 3.  I realized later that I wore old regular cotton socks on the morning of the race because I’d not done laundry to wash my good moisture/wicking socks.  I’m certain that this made a difference; I know better then to wear crappy socks on a hot day.  Still, I felt fine after some airing out and moleskin application.

We all had lunch at Felini’s after — where Paul, Will, and Kate joined us.  We found out that the team raised over $5000 for Abeona House!

Thank you to everyone who supported me in this!  It was a great experience and a wonderful morning!