Max performed at a recent jam session and did his parents prouc. Check it out on the new blog.
http://baurlife.com/2015/08/02/max-poor-minn-and-the-holy-martin/
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Moving Time
This blog has always been a work in progress, and now it's progressing some more.
It started in 2008 as Island Time, relating the story of our family's move from Oregon to the U.S. Virgin Islands and the adventure of making our home in a Caribbean paradise. Then, when the island's economy tanked in 2012, the blog became Bayou Time, and told of us moving back to the states and making our home in New Orleans. In the meantime, I started a second blog, The Write Pirate, in which I followed my writing progress.
But things are changing again, and we (me and Tori) have decided to try to do a little more with the blog. So it's changing again – and this time it's moving.
You can find our new blog at BaurLife.com. It's even more a work in progress, the new platform has a lot more bells and whistles to learn – or learn to ignore. But I'm ready for a new challenge.
And speaking of new challenges, that's what the first post on BaurLife.com is about. This summer we're going to self-publish my first novel, "Chrissie Warren: Pirate Hunter. So you'll want to follow that in the new blog (and order the book when the time comes! Yeah, definitely that!)
So click the link and join us at the new blog, and watch us grow.
It started in 2008 as Island Time, relating the story of our family's move from Oregon to the U.S. Virgin Islands and the adventure of making our home in a Caribbean paradise. Then, when the island's economy tanked in 2012, the blog became Bayou Time, and told of us moving back to the states and making our home in New Orleans. In the meantime, I started a second blog, The Write Pirate, in which I followed my writing progress.
But things are changing again, and we (me and Tori) have decided to try to do a little more with the blog. So it's changing again – and this time it's moving.
You can find our new blog at BaurLife.com. It's even more a work in progress, the new platform has a lot more bells and whistles to learn – or learn to ignore. But I'm ready for a new challenge.
And speaking of new challenges, that's what the first post on BaurLife.com is about. This summer we're going to self-publish my first novel, "Chrissie Warren: Pirate Hunter. So you'll want to follow that in the new blog (and order the book when the time comes! Yeah, definitely that!)
So click the link and join us at the new blog, and watch us grow.
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Odds and Ends from a Busy Week
Tori's chicken enchiladas are in the oven, and while I'm waiting impatiently for them to come out and get in my belly, I'll catch up on a busy week.
Saturday we went to Jazz Fest and had a great time. Saw Elton John and Jerry Lee Lewis. I will write a LOT more about this tomorrow. Great, great time. Good show.
Max is taking up violin. In fact, he started Monday. Wednesday he will play with the string group in the music department's end-of-year concert. He's picking it up quickly.
Been working on a couple of projects which will be ready for the light of day soon. One is a video that I think ought to be funny. Maybe very funny. Another is a lot chancier, but it's time. I'm getting ready to take a gamble on myself.
I've become obsessed with the "health" app on my phone, constantly checking the number of steps I take each day. It's harder for me because I work from home and this is NOT a large house.
My old camera is giving up the ghost and we're now looking for a new one. Anyone who knows of one that takes still and video AND has good sound, by all means let me know. I've had the old one more than ten years and it's been a good one. It'd still be a good one if there weren't a couple of shorts inside that make it difficult to charge and to get photos off of. When I got it, it was the first eight megapixel camera out there. Now my phone has a higher resolution.
Getting excited about our trip to Florida in June for the Billy Bowlegs Pirate Festival. I'll have plenty more to say about that in the weeks ahead.
That was the timer. Enchiladas are on! Anyone who has had Tori's chicken enchiladas knows why I will not dawdle, but post this and get to the table.
Saturday we went to Jazz Fest and had a great time. Saw Elton John and Jerry Lee Lewis. I will write a LOT more about this tomorrow. Great, great time. Good show.
Max is taking up violin. In fact, he started Monday. Wednesday he will play with the string group in the music department's end-of-year concert. He's picking it up quickly.
Been working on a couple of projects which will be ready for the light of day soon. One is a video that I think ought to be funny. Maybe very funny. Another is a lot chancier, but it's time. I'm getting ready to take a gamble on myself.
I've become obsessed with the "health" app on my phone, constantly checking the number of steps I take each day. It's harder for me because I work from home and this is NOT a large house.
My old camera is giving up the ghost and we're now looking for a new one. Anyone who knows of one that takes still and video AND has good sound, by all means let me know. I've had the old one more than ten years and it's been a good one. It'd still be a good one if there weren't a couple of shorts inside that make it difficult to charge and to get photos off of. When I got it, it was the first eight megapixel camera out there. Now my phone has a higher resolution.
Getting excited about our trip to Florida in June for the Billy Bowlegs Pirate Festival. I'll have plenty more to say about that in the weeks ahead.
That was the timer. Enchiladas are on! Anyone who has had Tori's chicken enchiladas knows why I will not dawdle, but post this and get to the table.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
So Much Weather, All at Once
Amazing storm blew in out of Texas Monday. (Damn you Texas!) The forecast had called for rain, but when I stepped outside at around 10 a.m. it was so dark I had to turn on the porch light. Across the river, Tori was in her classroom and saw the sky turn green. The school told them there were tornado warnings, so keep the kids away from the windows. The kids, of course, immediately freaked out, and every time there was a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder they all screamed.
There was a LOT of lightning and thunder, and the wind swept in with a fury. This is how strong it was – the wind blew a train off a trestle! I'm not kidding, check out the video here. I would have bet that wasn't possible, but looking at the video, I get it. All those box cars made a big sail for the wind barreling down the river, and as they went over, they took the locomotive with them.
That's the train trestle that's part of the Huey P. Long Bridge over the Mississippi, the same bridge Tori crosses twice a day to and from work. When she headed home, the four-lane roadway was reduced to one lane because of all the emergency vehicles.
In our neighborhood, we got a lot of wind and rain, but the power stayed on, at least here. But it wasn't all sweetness and light. Right around the corner a power pole blew completely over. A swath of houses and stores a couple of blocks wide and almost a mile long were blacked out south of the downed line. This is why I'm glad I'm a northerner. We were fine. When I drove by the morning to take the kids to school, the pole was still lying across the road.
See, this is what happens when you build a housing development on what used to be a swamp. Sure, you can put in a bunch of fill, and you can put in a drainage system, but when you get that much rain that fast, some of the stuff you stuck in the ground doesn't stay.
We've been waiting for more today, but apparently it's mostly move on east. (Sorry Florida.)
But boy, it can change fast, can't it? It's not that we have different weather than we had back in Oregon. It's just that we've got so much weather. Often all at once.
There was a LOT of lightning and thunder, and the wind swept in with a fury. This is how strong it was – the wind blew a train off a trestle! I'm not kidding, check out the video here. I would have bet that wasn't possible, but looking at the video, I get it. All those box cars made a big sail for the wind barreling down the river, and as they went over, they took the locomotive with them.
That's the train trestle that's part of the Huey P. Long Bridge over the Mississippi, the same bridge Tori crosses twice a day to and from work. When she headed home, the four-lane roadway was reduced to one lane because of all the emergency vehicles.
In our neighborhood, we got a lot of wind and rain, but the power stayed on, at least here. But it wasn't all sweetness and light. Right around the corner a power pole blew completely over. A swath of houses and stores a couple of blocks wide and almost a mile long were blacked out south of the downed line. This is why I'm glad I'm a northerner. We were fine. When I drove by the morning to take the kids to school, the pole was still lying across the road.
See, this is what happens when you build a housing development on what used to be a swamp. Sure, you can put in a bunch of fill, and you can put in a drainage system, but when you get that much rain that fast, some of the stuff you stuck in the ground doesn't stay.
We've been waiting for more today, but apparently it's mostly move on east. (Sorry Florida.)
But boy, it can change fast, can't it? It's not that we have different weather than we had back in Oregon. It's just that we've got so much weather. Often all at once.
Labels:
Baur,
Baur family,
Louisiana,
Mississippi River,
power line,
storm,
Tori,
Tori Baur,
weather
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
'Suck the Heads, Eat the Tails"
Suck the head ... |
We recently attended our first crawfish boil – a Louisiana tradition heartily embraced by our neighbor Eddie. This winter Eddie moved into the house next door, a house that had been vacant for two years. He's a great guy, one of those guys who is always working on a project, always has a story. And he loves holding crawfish boils. In fact, next month is his annual competition – at which a half dozen people compete for the title.
... and eat the tail. |
If you've never eaten crawfish, here's how you do it, if you've never eaten crawfish. Grab the crawfish at the base of the tail and break it in half. Suck the head. That's what I said. Suck the head, because apparently that's where a lot of the flavor is. I'm not sure about that, but it's what you do. Then you peel the shell off the tail and eat the meat inside.
It's good. No question about that. Eddie prides himself on his culinary ability, and rightly so. He cooked in two batches and the second was a lot spicier than the first. He also made jambalaya. It goes without saying that his jambalaya was WAY better than the pot I had put together a few months ago. Although I've gotta say, mine wasn't completely out of line, and eating Eddie's was educational, almost a revelation. I learned a lot, and my next will be better.
On the one hand, even the bigger crawfish are kind of small, and the whole process of eating one is a lot of effort for a small bite. In that sense they're sort of the artichokes of the seafood world. But that misses the point. They are delicious, and more importantly, it's a whole social thing. We met a lot of people, stood around talking, learned more of the culture. It was a lot of fun.
Eddie's guests gather 'round his crawfish table, where mounds of the seafood awat. Eddie is the guy in the white T-shirt |
Labels:
Baur,
Baur family,
crawfish,
crayfish,
Louisiana,
New Orleans
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
A Week, a Coincidence, A Deal and a Visit
Good week, with an amazing deal and a
visit and some good work. But before I get to that, file this one
under karma, or at least under Interesting Coincidences.
Last week I wrote about getting more
organized in my work – and I've been doing pretty well, except for
the last few days, about which more later – and about how it's fine
to have a dream, but you need to plan for how you're going to achieve
that dream.
And then I got this in a fortune
cookie.
"Acting on a good idea is better than just having a good idea."
A coincidence, sure. But still, the
kind that makes you go, "Hmmmmm."
Spent a few hours Saturday at an estate
sale in Old Metairie. The house belong to a guy who recently turned
100. His wife had died years ago and his family was moving him up to
where they could help him out. It was a big house
Anyway, there was decades and decades
of "things." The owner and his wife had obviously traveled
everywhere, he appeared to have been a sailor, he had been active in
several carnival groups. As a fellow reporter once said after coming
back from an interview with a little old lady who had been collecting
for decades, "The Knick knack shelves where chockablock with
bric a brac."
We picked up some interesting items,
including a small Chinese vase that might be worth exactly what we
paid for it – $15 – or around $250. Doesn't matter. We got it
because we liked it. Same with the Scandinavian pitcher. A couple of
vases. And we got a tuxedo that almost fits Max – whole thing,
jacket, ruffled shirt, cummerbund, bow tie and pants. Well, the pants
will never fit him. The previous owner was a tall man. But Max will
grow into the jacket soon and the shirt already fits. Ten bucks for
the whole outfit.
But the big thing was a set of Noritake
China. There was a big stack of dinner plates – 14 I think –
small plates, saucers, a tea ... there were a LOT of pieces. The only
thing missing was most of the cups. There were only three left. Cups
break, ya know.
And they were asking $65.
I don't know a lot about China, but I
know that's not a much for that much dinnerware. Hell, that much
Melmac plastic would have cost more than that. I looked the pattern
up online. It''s a discontinued design, but it's by no means
worthless. Plates were going for $10 a piece. The creamer was listed
at about $35. The sugar bowl was listed at $15. And on and on.
They wanted cash, so I had to run to a
nearby bank ATM. When I got back Tori was wrapping it in paper and
packing it into a plastic bin, with a bemused look on her face. She
had approached the women running the sale and said she wanted to buy
the China. One of the woman said, "Great. How about $40?"
Tori said, "Sure." They even threw in the plastic bin and
paper.
As a writer I don't do a lot of
bargaining and haggling, but it seems that's backwards. When you're
negotiating a sale, you don't lower the price after you've made the
sale, do you? We were prepared to pay the listed price. Tori said we
were going to buy it. I would have thought that was a done deal. I
guess they just like bargaining.
Anyway, we've got several hundred
dollars (at least) worth of China. Not sure what we're going to do
with it. Maybe give it to one of the kids, maybe sell it online. But
even if we just use it to replace the department store stuff we use
now, we're way ahead of the game.
Also last week, we had a visit from
Robyn, one of Tori's closest friends and of all our Oregon friends
the one she's known longest. We hadn't seen her in two and a half
years, when she came out to New Orleans to help us through the firstAlex birthday since she died. Before that, while we were in the V.I.
she was in Australia. Then she moved to L.A., which she hated, and
now she and Daniel have moved to Knoxville, Tenn. (Long story not to
be repeated here.)
Robyn had loaded up their stuff and was
driving across country in a Ford pickup with a 4-cylinder engine, so
progress was slow. But she got here earlier than expected. We
expected her late Thursday, but after a short stop at an extremely
noisy motel on the Texas/Louisiana border, she decided to hit the
road and arrived in our driveway at 3 a.m. Instead of knocking on the
door or window, she and her cat Owen slept in the front seat. So when
I got up at 6, there they were. I knocked on the driver's side window
and she jumped about as far as you can jump in the cab of a pickup.
So she and Tori had a good day
together, then she had a "bonus day" when she slept in
until almost 11 a.m. – which she never does. The road had taken its
toll and she needed the extra day. She and Tori got extra time
together, and Robyn made it to Tennessee on Saturday after a grand
motor tour of the deep South – Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama,
Georgia and Tennessee.
Labels:
Baur,
Baur family,
estate sale,
Noritake China,
writing
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Spreading Out as a Writer
Starting to get back
in the writing swing, which I have let trail off a bit the last
couple of months. Between various family errands and day-job work,
it's easy to let that slide. But a couple of things have popped up
the last few days to give me that kick in the pants I need to keep
going.
The first was this
quote from a literary agent's blog. She was writing about how not to
give your "power" away. This line rang true to me.
"Everyone, no matter their career or chosen field, must do the hard work of becoming good at what they do. That’s where a great deal of your power lies – in your ability to study, learn, research, practice, whatever it takes to become the best. Don’t give up this key element of control over your future." Rachel Gardner
And this one even
more so. It came from The Writer magazine, in an interview with
notoriously obsessive, nit-picky Broadway playwright Doug Wright.
"If the subject isn't sufficiently compelling to occupy your time and attention for the three to five year time span it takes to write and rewrite a good play, then why should an audience give you 120 minutes out of their lives?"
Three to five years.
Did you see that? It's a rebuke to those who think, for some reason,
that writing is or should be easy. We've all heard them say it. "Oh,
when I leave this job I'm going to write." Like it's just
something you decide to do. You wouldn't say, "Maybe I'll try my
hand at brain surgery," or "I'll tear down my car's engine
this weekend." Not if you have no experience at medicine or
mechanics. But people think they can start writing, because how hard
could it be?
Someone said that to
me just last week. Seriously. "I'm retiring next year, and then
I'm going to start writing." And maybe she will. But I always
want to ask, "OK, but what are you doing RIGHT NOW to get ready
for that?"
Because you don't
just say, "Now I'm a writer" and money starts rolling in.
Even if you're good, some savant with all this raw talent, it
just doesn't work that way. From the day you decide to start writing
a story, with luck and hard work, you might start to see some return
three or four years down the road.
And that was where
the third kick in the pants came in. Mystery writer James Scott Bell
is one of a dozen mystery writers/editors who contribute to the Kill
Zone blog, and he's far and away the most helpful. The blog is not
specifically or only for mystery writers, although of course that's
their forte, but 95 percent of it is generally applicable to writing.
In his column Sunday
(which I highly recommend you read here) Bell looks at an article on
the habits of wealthy people, and applies those habits to writing. I
think they really are applicable to just about any endeavor, but he's a writer, I'm a writer. We're talking about writing.
What it boils down
to is asking yourself, on a daily basis, "What am I doing today
that will lead me to become better in my field, and improve my
chances of success." What am I reading, what am I studying, what
am I doing today that will
help me ultimately succeed?
He
also draws an important distinction between having dreams and having
a plan. "I'm going to be a New York Times best-selling author"
is a dream. So is, "I'm going to make enough money on my writing
to buy a six-pack of beer every other week." It's nice to have
dreams like that, but just having dreams doesn't get you very far.
It's
your plan that gets you there. In an earlier post, Bell once wrote, "Plans are what put running shoes
on your dreams." A dream is something you hope will happen. A plan is what you
do to increase the odds in your favor.
And
here's maybe the most important thing Bell said. (Seriously, read the column.) A plan has to be measurable. You have to be able to count
the steps, you have to be able to gauge your progress. If you can't,
it's just a dream, just wishful thinking.
And
part of what Bell does to achieve that really opened my eyes.
"Since 2001 I have kept track of my writing on a spreadsheet. I can tell you how many words I wrote, and on what projects, day by week by month by year. I prioritize my projects and know each day which one I want to work on."
I hate
spreadsheets. I can see how they're handy for accountants and people
who need to count large numbers of things, but I hate when I have to
use them. Still, I can see how this is a good idea.
I have a target when
I sit down to write. I always aim for 1,000 words a day. If I go over,
that's gravy, and I usually do (my best day I got on a roll and
knocked out almost 5,000 words. It felt amazing.) But it's very easy
to say, I've got to do this, that or the other thing today, and not
get around to writing on my WIP (work in progress.) That's a
dangerous. It's easy to get out of the swing. Which is what I did.
But now I've got a
spread sheet going, and I will mark my progress every day – every
day – not just for my WIP, but for all the writing I do for the
Source and for this blog. It's harder to ignore. I know that if I
skip a day, that blank space is going to be in my word-count log forever.
Or until I die, whichever comes first.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)