I don't usually like to plug my other endeavors on the Dot Matrix, but as further proof that I am permanently relocated and committed, I have changed my role at examiner.com. Instead of being Boston's Fringe Neighborhood Examiner, a title I never felt entirely comfortable with, I am now New Orleans' Parks and Open Spaces Examiner.
As I commented on yesterday, I appreciate a smidge of structure in order to produce and I figured describing the many public parks and neutral grounds would be a nice track for me to follow. I love to go out exploring and I am interested in the civic amenities New Orleans offers. One of the first things I noticed about New Orleans' parks is that, unlike Boston, the mayor's name isn't plastered on every sign and umbrella and trash can. Even much-maligned Mayor Nagin had more class and less hubris than Boston's Mayor Menino. In Boston, you can't go anywhere without seeing Mayor Menino's name inscribed on some piece of infrastructure, no matter how humble. I have yet to see newly installed Mayor Landrieu's name anywhere beyond the pages of the Times-Picayune. I like that. I like it a lot.
I could just write willy-nilly, whatever comes to mind, and that is often my modus operandi. I've been known to think of the posts contained on the Matrix as jazz riffs; I rarely know where I am going to end after I start. This whale-may-care attitude was compromised a bit when I took my motorcycle journey between Boston and New Orleans. During the trip, I chronicled my impressions left over after ten hours of cross country motorcycling (first installment here). That saga ended on May 7. May 8 was my first fully fledged day in the Crescent City and it provided a leitmotif that I hope will stamp every following encounter between myself and the City Care Forgot.
I feel remarkably carefree. I am working part time in my field and doing some freelance work for pocket money. I have little inclination to get into a daily grind, though I realize that is probably in the cards. At the moment, I am content exploring my new surroundings. My creative juices are churning, the sap is rising, the sky is the limit even when daily thunderheads rain on my personal parade. The sun always comes out at storm's end and, while I get wet, I have yet to be dispirited.
New Orleans is laid on fertile, alluvial soil. It's climate encourages fecundity. If am a seed, I will grow where planted. I am from Connecticut and the Nutmeg State's official motto is "Qui Transtulit Sustinet." Words to live by. In English: "He Who Transplants Sustains." I will be true to my roots in this new garden. Louisiana's motto is: "Union, Justice, and Confidence." I can live with that. With Heaven's blessing, I hope to thrive.
And now, this essay has turned out not one bit as I originally intended. Thank you for stopping by.