On to business! Or: Psh, I Was Planning On Bringing My Own Towels Anyway

I'd actually set up this blog for a course I'm taking this May - three weeks doing service learning in New Orleans, LA, with my soon-to-be alma mater. (Yes, that's the hysteric cry of a senior four weeks from graduation, why do you ask?) We'll be living in a two-floor boarding house in the business district, cooking on a $20 for a family of 10 budget, volunteering at the farmer's market and with the local Habitat for Humanity branch. Follow us here, if you'd like. Nine white, upper-middle class students from a tiny, private liberal arts school turned loose in the big easy? Well, it's going to be an adventure.

Anyway, this space will hold packing lists (I mean, free verse poetry exploring functionality as its own aesthetic!) and, eventually, photos, which I suspect is all that anyone's interested in. Yes, Mom, I'm putting pictures of myself on the internet.


I have a bet going with myself: will I be able to resist writing a paper titled "The City that Care Forgot, No, Really: Irony and Stewardship in New Orleans?"

I'm currently betting myself 3 beignets that I won't.

And until I find or code a widget for this:
Currently listening to Terry Callier's The Lazarus Man. *shivers*