Tomb Raider decided that for my spring break, we’d take a run down to New Orleans; we’re both music geeks, so a music-oriented trip seemed in order. Austin was out because of impending SXSW (which is a shitshow), Chicago out because of the ever present danger of sudden blizzards and ice storms, New York City out because I’ve had my fill of that place for quite a while to come. So we were pretty much left with this. I’ll be there all week and certainly try to do a “New York Jew In The Mist” kind of observational article.

Also observed are birthdays, and today’s include one of fathers of libertarianism by way of Kropotkin; a guy whose contributions to knowledge were seemingly infinite; a guy who needed Watson even more than Holmes did; the creator of Social Security; a guy who actually couldn’t break the laws of physics; the daddy of all flatpickers; a guy who was never late for the trane; a woman who made raincoats famous; and Team Red’s even dumber idea than running a quack.

Laissez les bons Links rouler!

 

They’re your people, Joey.

 

Expect this to be as buried as the story a week ago about the tranny getting “beaten to death” falling apart.

 

“We have to do this! It’s the only way we can get more weapons smuggled in!”

 

Because it’s much harder to do this way. I do have a vision of Wile E. Coyote and a boulder…

 

More global warming news.

 

I would support a constitutional amendment allowing Argentinians to be the president.

 

Another reason I didn’t want to go to New York City. 

 

The Old Man had a great Peter Green cover yesterday. What could be better than that? A Peter Green original. Three lead guitars is an invitation to chaos. Three lead guitars guided by a genius is a path to Heaven.