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[wickedflea]

When I was in New Orleans in June, someone was telling me about an art project she'd heard about in which a photographer, not long before Katrina, made postcards with his photos and wrote made-up letters on the back to fictional people. Then he "lost" them around town to see how many of them would be mailed. (The address on all of them was actually that of a friend in Ohio.) It's a very interesting project--sort of eerie, really. I didn't describe it very well, but go check it out:

http://greetingsfromneworleans.typepad.com



I can't get that city off my brain! It's been particularly bad since I was there this summer. I want to go back soon. There's a heckuva lotta sadness there now, but I can't help it--I want to be throwing back some oysters in the Quarter right now.

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[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

I know, gah! That feeling of longing for a place and not being able to be there sucks ass.

[lulu-girl.livejournal.com]

So true! It sucks a giant pile of dried up dung!