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Written by Damian Tatum
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Friday, 06 February 2009 14:22 |
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Engineers just drive you nuts. Whenever you come up with some clever idea, we tell you it's impossible. We then spend the next ten hours complaining about all the things in the world that could have been designed better, but weren't. We thus combine the very worst of optimism and pessimism: "The entire world can be perfected, except for anything you suggest to us, which is totally wrong and actually kind of stupid." If only engineers could be flipped upside down and shaken vigorously, perhaps our bad impulses could be reversed. Perhaps we could become encouraging brainstormers, instead of nagging naysayers. What WOULD engineering be like in a world where anything was possible? For starters, we would certainly have an easier time dealing with living below sea level.
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Written by Cameron Delahoussaye
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Wednesday, 21 January 2009 15:51 |
All great things in life start in the raw. Raw materials, raw ideas, raw desires—that place where you peel away all of the outer layers to get to that wholesome, unique, uncompromising source from which all later things evolve. Nestled in the back of the unique Bywater lies a raw paradise of spirits unlike any other: Bacchanal—a little wine shop pleasantly deprived of pretentiousness, arrogance, and every other bad idea that often accompany the wine world in its most popular of these modern American days.
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Written by Rob Seusa
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Tuesday, 20 January 2009 01:35 |
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So I took my iPhone for a stroll in the Quarter the other day. I was carelessly texting, surfing, and answering email, all while getting a little exercise, when I nearly got creamed by a cab. The Arab gentleman behind the wheel told me what I should do with my fancy phone and strongly suggested I keep my eyes on the road. Now this little incident got me thinking about how technology changes everything, even a harmless walk in the Quarter. |
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Written by Ron Oliveri
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Wednesday, 21 January 2009 15:55 |
The first time I saw an advert for SDT (the garbage company, not STD) I scoffed. Why would a waste management company want to be publicized, I wondered. Why would a member of one of New Orleans’ most questioned industries put its name out there for speculation and jeering from the general public? And what an ad…the garbage removal specialist, pressure washing the tourist pissing on a building in the quarter!
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Written by Damian Tatum
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Tuesday, 20 January 2009 01:23 |
Today, the Aints mask—a brown paper bag worn over the head and adorned with pessimistic jabs at the Saints—has been rendered at least partially irrelevant by the team's uneven successes over the past two football seasons. It's easy, therefore, to lose sight of the venerable tradition of these cultural artifacts.
I'm happy to remedy this.
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Written by Writing Staff
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Tuesday, 27 January 2009 22:00 |
Lets face it. Everyone who lives in L.A. is doing it. Every waiter and coffee shop employee is merely working in the service industry while waiting for that big producer, movie star, or industry insider to walk in and whisk them away with a big check in hand and a private jet.
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