Businessweek names “America’s Laziest State”–Louisiana! (and we’re damn proud of it!)
"laissez les bons temps rouler!" Hardline partiers totally intransigent on giving up a second of their week-ends!--(that often start on Wednesday afternoons)
“In Louisiana, where the humidity is as thick as the gumbo, people prefer to take it slow. Hunting, fishing, and outdoor sporting activity may have earned Louisiana the nickname "Sportsman's Paradise," but new data indicate that the more popular pastimes are sleeping, goofing off....In a new ranking by Businessweek.com based on data from the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS), Louisiana claims the top spot as the "country's laziest state."
Unreal
What did you think of Treme?
Down in the Treme
just me and my baby
we're all goin' crazy
just laughin' ang havin' fun!
Wow, didn't even have to go to a translator for this one, "Let the good times roll!" Now I know why Charlaine Harris named the fictional city in The Sookie Stackhouse books/True Blood "Bon Temps". Learning stuff everyday.
Didn't watch it, Honey. But my wife and daughter liked it. I imagine it had good drama, music, etc.-- but asinine politics.
It wasn't as bad as I expected. Bush is not even mentioned. And there was, I think, even a reference to the indifference and incompetence of the mayor. There was a lot about how nobody cares.
But it wasn't about politics as much as it was about the people, the music, and the loss, physical and spiritual, of those from the city. A lot of offbeat characters. And a host of bad records about dead and missing people.
It had a fabulous ending. Following tradition in spite of all the difficulty, a group of celebrants are in costume parading at night all alone. It is ghostlike. A couple of cops, brought in from elsewhere to prevent looting and maintain order, confront them. They are getting ready to arrest them when two local cops drive up and tell them to go away. They resist because these guys might represent trouble. The local cops insist - get lost. The dancers stand there. Finally the imports leave in disgust, unappreciated.
The dancers continue off into the night. Fadeout. At least that's how I remembered it.