SUNDAY, 22 OCTOBER, 2000, NEW ORLEANS

Thanks to all who have voted for our house name. If you missed that page or didn’t vote, it’s not too late to get your voice heard. Go here. Also thanks to those of you who sent me transcriptions from what is on your refrigerator. More please. Thank you. Today I photographed raw material (very raw) of an orgy for a web site I am working on for a sort of sex-based bed and breakfast, so thaaat was fun… Some of the nicest people you’d ever meet. Quite a good show as well. I do so love doing awful things the parents wouldn’t approve of, then posting such shenanigans on a page they are likely to read. (Ahem.) I am the son you wished you’d never had. But hey, a Marquis has gotta earn a crust, right? Way I see it, I could whore myself in some dull corporate carpeted cell clacking away on a keyboard all day, or whore myself in more interesting ways. And I do so like to see people having a good time — as I am fond of saying. Après dejeuner (as it were), I skittled down to the 9th ward to see Patti and Izzo at a sort of public garden park fair dance drink food event thing where we gorged ourselves on screwdrivers and sangría and giggled and blew blades of grass through our thumbs to make obnoxious noises and confuse the horn player in the band. Did you know that if you put on someone’s orange-tinted glasses and watch children run about, that it looks as if those children are straight out of a photo circa 1967? Guess ya had to be there. Sorry about the notable lack of pithe today. It was just another lovely Sunday in New Orleans. Off to the French Quarter tonight to hang out with friends and conduct business. I love a town where most of my clients and work gigs come from idle banter over Abita Ambers and tee many martoonies.