The original description for this blog was:
With everything honest, I endeavor to share some of my experiences. The starting point is now, the first of fourteen months travelling. I start in Portland, Oregon, and I'm not sure where it'll end...
However, it's time for a change, we're going to take a new direction here. The was appropriate in June 2003 when this blog started, but I need something else, something more au currant.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
It's been a minute...
While talking with my neighbor about New Orleans several months back, I was taught about native Nawlins culture unbeknownst to me. The Second-Line club was an outcropping of a funeral practices from way back when. The original practice was having a band follow funeral processions and begin the second line once the casket was in the ground symbolizing a triumph of spirit over death. This topic resonated with her because she has been involved in documenting the devastation since Katrina. I applaud her for engaging the difficult and draining task of making a difference.
She is putting together a longer term project, which I am unclear on the details of; however, as they become available I'll post where more information can be found.
While talking with my neighbor about New Orleans several months back, I was taught about native Nawlins culture unbeknownst to me. The Second-Line club was an outcropping of a funeral practices from way back when. The original practice was having a band follow funeral processions and begin the second line once the casket was in the ground symbolizing a triumph of spirit over death. This topic resonated with her because she has been involved in documenting the devastation since Katrina. I applaud her for engaging the difficult and draining task of making a difference.
She is putting together a longer term project, which I am unclear on the details of; however, as they become available I'll post where more information can be found.
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