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Feb 02

5 free online tools for freelance writers

Feb 02

Stairs are motivational. Because think of that climbing.

Stairs are motivational. Because think of that climbing.

Although I specify freelance writing in the headline, these tools also serve me well in my 9-5 job as an editor. If you’re a writer/journalist/content creator/any type of person who does research, interviews people and sources photos, these tools will benefit you. And they’re FREE. Here they are.

1.HARO

Help A Reporter Out (helpareporter.com) is a service that connects journalists and sources. You submit an interview request that includes what the story is about, the publication in which it will appear, the deadline you’re working with and the type of person you’d like to talk to. Then wait for the pitches to roll in and schedule interviews. This usually takes less than 24 hours. I use HARO primarily for getting interviews with physicians, because their hectic schedules make them notoriously hard to pin down.

2. PicMonkey

PicMonkey is a free service that offers basic photo editing tools. You can make collages, resize photos, add filters and more. With a membership, you have access to premium functions like dodge/burn tools. PicMonkey is useful when I want to size a photo to certain pixel specifications. One day, I’ll delve into Photoshop, but for now this works.

3. Flickr Creative Commons

Flickr Creative Commons is a website I use for sourcing photos. If you search for photos with a Creative Commons license, you’ll find a wealth of hi res images you can use to illustrate your article for free, as long as you give the photographer credit. This site will even format the credit for you. All you have to do is input the link to the image. Unsplash also has nice ones (like the one on top of this entry), but Flickr is great when you need something really specific– for example, a photo of tobacco fields in St. James Parish, Louisiana, like this one I used for content I wrote for a local head shop’s blog. Sourcing photos isn’t always a writer’s job, but why not make your editor’s life easier if you can?

4. Google Docs and Google Scholar

Kind of an obvious one, but Google Docs is still the easiest way for me to keep track of drafts and collaborate with editors. A lot of them now ask me to submit drafts via Google Docs, too. Google Scholar is a great way to access scholarly literature, like research studies and articles from peer-reviewed journals (I use a lot of them for my health reporting). Some are locked behind paywalls, but you can still read the summary, which often contains all the info you need.

5. The library

Yes. The OG bricks-and-mortar structure that was The Internet before The Internet was invented. There’s a wealth of resources beyond the world wide web–some of the best resources–and the great thing is, you don’t always have to go to the library to access them. You can use your library card’s code to tap into the library’s online resources, which include ebooks and audiobooks galore, via Hoopla. I could talk more about it, but my colleague Kevin Allman did a great job explaining it for Gambit. So I’m just gonna link to his piece here.

 

ONE LAGNIAPPE RESOURCE THAT IS NOT FREE

The Passion Planner (not an affiliate link, btw) is helping me stay on top of my work, freelance, social, kombucha-brewing and Mardi Gras parade responsibilities while adding some nice motivational quotes and goal-setting exercises. I haven’t used a physical planner in years and it feels good to go paper with my calendar. Plus it is very pretty to look at.

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Jan 08

How not to break a juice cleanse

Jan 08

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I have a tradition of breaking juice cleanses. The first time was in 2002, when I tried juice cleansing with my friend Justin. We made it six hours before devouring a wedge of Gouda cheese from Whole Foods. The second time was in 2011. I lasted two agonizing days on the Master Cleanse before meeting Jonah for cocktails and a cheese plate.

So now it’s 2016, and I’m halfway through a three-day juice cleanse and feeling fine. Peeing a lot. Not super hungry. Not on a euphoric juice high, but neither do I feel like I’m coming down with the flu, as I did on the Master Cleanse. It’s looking like I might actually finish this cleanse, though I really thought I’d be shitting pinworms and coughing up ropes of phlegm by now, because isn’t expelling gross things from your body the entire point? Anyway, here’s what’s been helping me through it.

If I get hungry, I drink more juice. Calorie restriction is not my goal, so if the old stomach starts a-grumblin’ I squeeze an orange and drink its sweet, sweet fruit blood.

This is on top of an already ample regimen of six prepared juices a day. I’m using Raw Republic‘s plan, which includes hearty nut-milk juices. Also, having the juice prepared for me makes this a lot easier. I got sick of squeezing lemons on the Master Cleanse and disgusted with the juicer’s fruit pulp with the 2002 attempt. The price for a three-day cleanse is $150 at Raw Republic, which isn’t cheap, but considering the cost of fresh produce and how much work juicing is, it’s not that bad.

I substitute detox-y activities for eating. Yeah, I know the concept of “detoxing” is nebulous and contentious. However, there’s something pleasant about dry skin brushing, clay masks and Epsom salt baths, all of which I have used to substitute my regular evening routine of popping a bottle of wine and cooking dinner with Bryan.

I’m not battling caffeine withdrawal on top of everything else. I stocked up on herbal teas and I’m continuing my two-cup-a-day green tea habit.

I’m cleansing at work, far away from my well-stocked fridge. I’m too busy to miss eating very much.

I’m reading vegan blogs and other pro-juice stuff that makes me feel great and noble for juicing, while studiously avoiding Instagram (hello, king cake pictures).

And that’s about it. Update: Today is day three, so yeah, pretty sure I’m gonna make it through this cleanse. It is not nearly as life-changing as these things are made out to be, but hey, I drank a lot of delicious juice and don’t have to be curious any more. SUCCESS.

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Dec 23

New tattoo: my eyebrow microblading experience

Dec 23

Note the redness. This subsides after 30 minutes. Photo courtesy Beso Makeup

Last week I got microblading done on my eyebrows. I’ve reported on makeup artist Michelle Martinez of Beso Makeup a couple times, first for her brow-shaping salon and then for her brow tattooing (aka micropigmentation). I wanted to get my eyebrows tattooed, but it’s expensive ($500) and the effects are a little bolder than what I wanted. So when Michelle launched microblading, which has softer, semi-permanent results (six to nine months) and a lower price tag ($300), I was all, SIGN ME UP. Which she graciously did, and even gave me a discount because of the writeup.

At my appointment, I filled out a ton of paperwork. Then Michelle trimmed and tweezed my eyebrows to refine their shape. She put numbing cream on them for about 10 minutes. I was pretty confident I could handle the pain because I have been tattooed so many times. I was wrong. This is an entirely different sensation from getting tattooed by a machine with needles, and I found it way more intense. Microblading is a teeny, tiny blade dipped in pigment slicing your eyebrow again and again. And that’s exactly what it feels like. My eyes watered profusely the whole time and I sneezed repeatedly. Tons of gross mucous and tears everywhere–bring Kleenex. It REALLY HURTS! But it didn’t take longer than 30 minutes from start to finish. When I go for my touchup, I’m going to slap some Dr. Numb on my eyebrows two hours ahead of time and eat a fistful of Advil. (Which is probably just two Advils.)

After she’d finished slicing me, Michelle placed more pigment on the open wounds and let it sink it. My results immediately after the procedure are above. Pretty #onfleek, as the youths say. I felt like my brows were overly intense and borderline villainous, but nobody commented on the change. I washed my brows twice daily and covered them with A&D lotion, as my aftercare sheet suggested. Here are the brows on day two.

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Over the course of the week, they itched like any new tattoo would, but didn’t really flake. They did fade drastically, arriving at a very natural but pleasingly shaped end result. Here they are after one week. (I dyed my hair dark purple that week, too, but the setting and lighting is the same.)

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You get a free touchup with your appointment, so I’m curious to see how they look after another session. I am extremely happy with the finished effect. As someone who is vain but doesn’t want to spend time on makeup, I find this a good investment. I will definitely get microblading done again in six months or so. Might even graduate to the hard stuff…micropigmentation.

Edit: you can read my 10-month update on the procedure here.

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Dec 09

2015 goals… how did I do?

Dec 09

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So there’s something like…23 days left in 2015 or something? Let’s revisit my 2015 goals and see which ones I achieved and which ones bit the dust.

1. March in four Mardi Gras parades (Sparta, Druids, Krewe d’Etat and Thoth) with Gris Gris Strut.

YES. I did this!

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2. Go to Portland in March with Laura and get matching tattoos.

Nailed this one, too.

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3. Go to Hawaii this summer with Bryan.

BOOM. Three for three.

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4. Publish my debut novel in July.

This also happened.

5. Take a book marketing course.

I did this and found it a waste of money. New resolution: don’t buy any more Internet courses.

6. Get better at using my camera’s manual mode using A Beautiful Mess’s e-course as a guide.

Did this NOT AT ALL.

7. Start learning Photoshop.

OK, I have just barely started to do this. I do have a new work computer with Photoshop installed, and I used it retouch a photo. Giving myself a D minus on this one. 

8. Rebrand this blog using Hagar’s design skillz.

NAILED IT. You can see the fruits of my labor right before your very eyes!

9. Organize my closet and quit storing pants in the kitchen cabinets.

I still store pants in the kitchen drawers. I did organize my closet but it’s messy again. So… I get a C for this.

10. Try out blonde hair.

Did this, too. I don’t like myself with blonde hair so I’m back to using henna now.

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11. Wear the same outfit to work five days in a row and see if anyone notices.

Yes, completed this task.

12. Go to the dentist.

Did this, TWICE. No cavities; plaque aplenty.

13. Harness Jason Kruppa‘s vision for an author portrait.

CHECK. Here it is!

Photo by Jason Kruppa (www.kruppaworks.com)

Photo by Jason Kruppa (www.kruppaworks.com)

14. Finish writing my next novel. (Currently in revision hell. HELL!)

Uh. Not done. Still revising. But there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

15. Go to Jazz Fest.

Yes, did this and it was fun.

16. Bike the Tammany Trace and visit the Abita Mystery House.

This was also a blast! We didn’t get to the Mystery House because Bryan kept getting flat tires. 2016 resolution: bike the trace, hit the house and CAMP.

17. Get LASIK.

Hahaha. I got PRK. I am laughing because I am remembering how fucked up of an experience it was. Totally glad I did it, though. I see 20-2o now.

18. Go to Houston, stay in a fancy hotel and hit up the free museums.  (KIND OF A CHEAT BECAUSE I DID THIS LAST WEEKEND.)

Accomplished this, obviously.

19. Read in a place that’s not my couch. Like, go to a park and read sometime.

Uh, I don’t think I actually did the easiest thing on here? This weekend I’ll bring a book to Crescent Park and report back.

20. Acquire and wear Spanx at least once to see what the fuss is about.

This was a real success! Spanx are great. I wore them at this hair show and was so pleased to have them under an all-too-clingy H&M jumpsuit.

21. Run the Jazz Half Marathon. But it is ON HALLOWEEN this year. This seems like terrible planning.

Dropped the ball on this one and I don’t regret it.

22. Trap this cute feral cat that’s been hanging out on the porch and make him love me.

So the feral cat still kind of hates me, but she birthed two sons under my couch, and THEY love me. Awwww.

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23. Buy myself flowers at least once.

CRAP! I forgot to do this. Better hit Rouses’ floral department STAT.

24. Take many luxurious naps.

You better believe I owned this one.

25. Get an IPL photofacial from Janna Haas, nurse-practitioner and rosacea-treater extraordinaire.

Totally killed this one, too.

26. Work really hard at selling out with this blog by getting paid advertising and sponsored posts.

Haha, no. I decided that was a really dumb idea and stopped trying.

27. Talk to Jenn Nunes‘ students at Southern University.

This was fun!

28. Do a tiny book tour when my book comes out.

I mean… I did signings in Baton Rouge and New Orleans, so maybe? I get a D minus on this.

29. Coffee and lunch dates galore with Megan Braden-Perry , Christy Lorio, Lauren LaBorde and other friends I don’t see enough.

Pretty sure I had lunch with all these women in 2015. Awesome.

30. Host many Europeans on their summer holidays through airbnb.

Yes. Here’s the worst/best (as in most entertaining) feedback I got from angry middle-aged Germans:

We were very scared about the unkempt house. So much dirt especially in the bathroom and in the kitchen we ( Europeans ) not used.

What Carlo loved about your listing: “The bikes offered. Nothing more, unfortunately!!!” What Carlo thinks you can improve: “Cleanliness!!! We have never experienced such a ungepfechtes house. The brought us towels were used partly by the hosts, dirty and with holes, milk that we bought and had “our” Trade in the refrigerator was consumed , not much.

Candle wax on the dresser in the living room , everywhere and dirty . ”

Amenities feedback: No, reluctantly on demand made ​​a little space in Kühlshrank . No trace of washing machine etc. ”

Cleanliness feedback: “Cleaning, sometimes wipe, send not only an outdated Staubsaugroboter shrieking through the apartment , cleanliness was completely lacking !!!! ”

Communication Feedback :”For the dirt far too expensive.”

31. Shamelessly Instagram many selfies.

Success!

32. Dinner parties, backyard grill parties, birthday parties, holiday parties… just host a ton of parties.

We had a fair amount of parties, so I feel good about this.

33. Grow and eat vegetables and basil.

This also happened, but the basil crop was less than robust due to an overly shady location.

34. Try vlogging on Youtube.

Failed at this one, but I DID Youtube my PRK surgery.

35. Be happy that I’m ALIVE AND 35.

EVERY DAY!

Did y’all nail your 2015 resolutions? What are you considering for 2016? Is it too soon to think about this? I can’t help it. I love resolutions.

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Nov 11

I’m a bad neighbor

Nov 11

 

Here I am in my front yard after someone started a fire there.

Here I am in my front yard after someone started a fire there.

I am not the greatest neighbor. I mow the lawn maybe once every few months —infrequently enough that well-intentioned neighbors have stopped by with business cards referring me to their lawn guys. I’m an Airbnb host, so there’s a constant stream of travelers in and out of my home. And I’m in a band and my boyfriend is in several, so we practice there… loudly and often.

Some people might call me a flat-out awful neighbor. But I don’t care. Because everyone on my block is equally bad, if not worse.

I don’t want to point any fingers, because I do still have to live here. But the trouble began before I even moved in, when the house was still in its construction phase. I stopped by to check out the progress and meet my neighbors Andy and Terry.

“You know someone’s been smoking crack in the porta-potty,” Andy said, gesturing toward the back yard.

Another neighbor warned me not to report the crackhead, because he or she had family in the New Orleans Police Department, and the cops wouldn’t bother showing up. I don’t know if it was the toilet crack smoker or not, but somebody broke into my house days before inspection, turned on the tap and let it run for a whole weekend. The floorboards warped; the sheetrock had to be replaced and the building had to be treated for mold. Insurance covered the damage, but it set back my move-in date by almost a year.

The problems didn’t stop when I moved in. I lock down everything on my porch —wire ropes as thick as corn snakes twine through the white wicker chairs and table. But that didn’t stop my neighbors (again, I’m not pointing fingers, though I have suspects) from stealing an extension cord, a lawn mower, countess mail deliveries (I now have things shipped to my work) and even my recycling bin.

This past summer, someone set a fire in my front yard, stole my garbage can for the second time and proceeded to dump a reeking pile of slimy, rotten leaves and empty liquor bottles in my side yard. I couldn’t even dispose of the refuse because I had no trash can. At first I thought I was being targeted, but I’ve come to believe, no, I don’t have an enemy. Just some really terrible neighbors.

I’ve spent countless hours with my favorite neighbors discussing the problems on our block. Not just the thievery or the feral cats. But also more personal problems. Such as: Neighbor A thinks the Neighbor B is a witch who murdered her live-in boyfriend. Neighbor B says Neighbor A is a “sad example of what’s wrong with our mental health system.”

Although my neighbors are, in some ways, the worst neighbors I’ve ever had, they’re actually the greatest neighbors I’ve ever had. We bond over the block’s petty thievery and bitter rivalries. I’ve been to their backyard bonfires, their searingly loud industrial music concerts and their funerals/block parties, when a second line with a brass band and horse-drawn hearse rolled down our crumbling brick street.

I have lived in a lot of neighborhoods across New Orleans, spanning 17 years, and this is the first place where I’ve not only known my neighbors, but felt deep affection for them. They seem to like me, too, and I’m grateful for that, just as I’m weirdly grateful for their eccentricities: the roaming pit bulls, the drunken profanities yelled out on dewy, rose-gold mornings. Because that means I can throw parties and play music as loud as I want to.

I don’t consider myself the bad neighbor, but I would be the bad neighbor. Anywhere but here.

 

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Oct 23

THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION (a successful pitch series): xoJane

Oct 23

 

I remember ye olden days of unsolicited submissions (circa 2002-2005 for yours truly), when I’d buy stamps and manila envelopes and proceed to abuse the shit out of the free printer in the graduate assistants’ office. You actually had to mail in hard copies back then, and you could buy a copy of Writer’s Market for submission guidelines, but pretty much every publication asked you to “subscribe to the quarterly to familiarize yourself with our tone before submitting” or something along those lines. And I was like, yeah, I’m going to pony up $30 plus this postage plus a reading fee. I MAKE $600 A MONTH. FUCK YOU.

So by necessity, I did a lot of throwing shit at the wall and seeing what stuck. (This remains my career strategy, in many ways.) Anyway, the point of that story is that thanks to the Internet it is SO MUCH EASIER to do what these literary magazines were asking me to do back in the early aughts, which is READ THE PUBLICATION. And reading is what got me my second acceptance this month, by xoJane.com.

If you read this blog, you know this is not the first time I’ve written for xoJane. But it had been a couple years, and I hadn’t felt the burning desire to tell any really embarrassing stories about myself. Until I happened to be READ(ing) THE PUBLICATION and I happened across the story of a woman who dated a public masturbator (PM).

Preach on, sister. Someone knows my pain, I thought.

It turned out the author actually didn’t know my pain. She had UNKNOWINGLY dated a PM. And the commenters complained that like me, they felt let down by the story’s false promise. Give us a real PM story, they implored.

The world was ready for my story. So I sent this pitch letter.

Dear xoEditors:

When I saw “I Went Out With A Subway Masturbator” pop up on my Facebook feed, I clicked without hesitation. Someone had made the same mistake I’d made and gathered courage to talk about it. So I was bummed to find out Anonymous and I weren’t THAT similar. (Aside from the public masturbator dating part.)You see, I once dated a public masturbator. And masturbating in public was exactly the thing he was doing when I first laid eyes on him. Yet I went on to date Public Masturbator, who became known among my friends as simply PM, for the better part of a summer. Was I insane? Desperate? Overly open-minded? Honestly, I still haven’t figured that out. Five years after the romance, the question I’m left with is, where was my better judgment?  Attached, please find my 1,321 word essay about the experience for your consideration. I have written two essays for xoJane.com in the past (here and here), and I also write for Thrillist, HelloGiggles, Country Living and many other internetty outlets. Thank you for your consideration. 

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You might assume writing for xoJane in the past would have helped me get my foot in the door, but I don’t think it did in this instance, because the editors took me for a new contributor and sent over the contract and bio instructions and everything. Anyway, the story went up fast and the commenters rejoiced. And by rejoiced I mean rejoiced the way a jackal rejoices when it bags a succulent young gazelle. The comments changed from THIS IS NOT A REAL PUBLIC MASTURBATION STORY GIVE US A REAL PUBLIC MASTURBATION STORY to

 
OH MY GOD WHY WOULD YOU DATE A PUBLIC MASTURBATOR YOU STD-RIDDLED IDIOT
 
And I earned $50. And I was very, very amused. STAY TUNED for more successful pitch letters.
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Oct 21

THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION (a successful pitch series): Thrillist

Oct 21

The author at age 12, writing something very intensely.

The author at age 12, writing something very intensely.

This month, I’ve had a really lucky streak when it comes to writing. I pitched three publications and got three acceptances. I hope this trend continues. And in the name of greater transparency (which the publishing industry, and actually, just about every industry, would benefit from), I want to share my pitch letters and also disclose how much I earned for each story.

Success one was Thrillist. My homie g and colleague Scott Gold has a steady gig writing for Thrillist, so their pieces are very much on my radar. I have a good sense of the Thrillist tone and style, I like to think. I was nosing around for contributor guidelines on their website and I saw Thrillist was looking to hire a health writer. Hey! I am a health writer. I even won a prize once. Anyway, I felt qualified enough to bang out the following cover letter.

Dear Marjorie Ajero and Thrillist folks:

I live in what might be the nation’s unhealthiest city: New Orleans. The land of drive-through daiquiri shops and 24-hour bars, it’s where millions of tourists get in touch with their most debauched selves. It’s also where I train for half-marathons and cover health as special sections editor at Gambit Weekly, New Orleans’ alt-weekly newspaper.

My favorite assignments involve offbeat takes on familiar health subjects. For example, everyone knows about LASIK, but how many people have heard of PRK, the surgery’s older, more painful predecessor? I wrote a firsthand account of my PRK surgery for Gambit last spring (and Youtubed the surgery footage). Another assignment saw me floating in a sensory deprivation tank — a therapy which many studies back as beneficial. In 2013, I won New Orleans’ Council of Alcohol & Drug Abuse’s media award for my coverage of addiction. I’ve also freelanced for clients including Conde Nast (BRIDES), Marriott Traveler, Fodor’s travel guides, xoJane.com, HelloGiggles.com and Zagat (as part of Google’s GeoEditorial team).

All in all, my readers might be drunken, costumed and more likely to suck down a Hand Grenade than a green smoothie. But I like to think my health reporting lets these hedonists live their best lives. That’s what I’d like to do for Thrillist readers.

Thank you for your consideration.

 

Then they contacted me and asked for pitches. I became very excited and sent these:

The pull-out method: man’s most underrated form of birth control?

We’ve heard the jokes. (What do you call men who use the pull-out method? Fathers.) And obviously, the pull-out method takes a little more, um, discipline than barrier or hormonal methods. But did you know that when used correctly, its fail rate (15 to 28 percent) is no worse than that of condoms, diaphragms and cervical caps? Here are more reasons why the pull-out method is a valid form of birth control—not just a punchline.

This classic New Orleans gym where Tennessee Williams worked out also has a full bar

New Orleans doesn’t hurt for places to drink: Bourbon Street bars, college bars, neighborhood bars, gay bars, sports bars…and then there are the bars that aren’t even in bars. You can get a cocktail or draft beer at New Orleans Athletic Club, a health club founded in 1872 that boasts Corinthian columns, chandelier-hung weight rooms, cast-iron detailing and celebrity clients (everyone from Kate Hudson to Clark Gable has worked out there). Of course, the bar offers smoothies—but hey, you just worked out. Everything in moderation, including healthy habits.

Burlesque fitness classes           

They’re 2015’s answer to pole dancing classes, without the weird bruises. The New Orleans School of Burlesque launches this month, with sister schools in Chicago, New York and Seattle. Is burlesque a good workout? Do participants actually strip? Are guys welcome? Can you be the world’s next burlesque star? Together, we’ll explore this glittery world of pasties and boas.

Running while high: terrible idea or a genius one?

A 2014 paper published in the Journal of Cardiovascular Medicine shows you can booze it up without negatively affecting your performance level.  Can the same be said for pot smoking? Could being high actually improve a runner’s high? I’ll be a guinea pig here.

How to mail yourself weed and not get busted

We’re living in a golden age for stoners… or, at least a Golden Pineapple age. But what if you’re not a lucky denizen of Washington or Colorado? Fear not, members of the unbaked 48— I’ve successfully mailed myself marijuana, and YOU CAN TOO. If you’re willing to commit a federal offense, read on for tips.

Taking care of a new tattoo while training for a race. Let’s say you have a long-distance race looming. You’re right in the middle of your training plan when, boom! That booked-up tattoo artist you follow on Instagram has an opening. Will you wreck your new ink if you work out in the days after getting tattooed? Will a large open wound compromise your physical stamina? I’ll weave in my experience getting a large-scale tattoo (I had sessions every two weeks for about a year) while training for my first half-marathon.

Of these pitches, Thrillist asked me to write the stoned running story, which I was delighted to accept. I was paid $100 for the assignment and offered three more. So that is pretty cool. STAY TUNED for more successful pitches. And maybe a blog entry about mailing yourself drugs. But probably not. But maybe.

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Sep 16

How to leave New Orleans gracefully

Sep 16

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I used to avoid befriending New Orleans transplants, because loving them is a dangerous game. Their AmeriCorps stints end or they get accepted to grad school or they have a kid and decide to move someplace with good public schools… and I’m alone, so alone with my fellow Louisiana natives, bitching in dive bars over bloody marys at noon about how much transplants suck. 

Yeah, sorry about that. Y’all don’t suck. New Orleans is a port city and as such has always been defined by its travelers. We need you; we welcome you and we miss you when you’re gone. Having said that, here are some ways to make your departure sting a little less.

Don’t make a big scene about how you’re leaving because the city has changed, the crime has gotten worse, you don’t feel safe or whatever. I remember one friend of mine proclaimed, “New Orleans is over!” after his favorite squat got converted into swanky loft apartments. But having observed this city for close to four decades, I can say it hasn’t changed all that much, except for in 2005, when 80 percent of it flooded. And even then it got pretty much back to business as usual within a few years, high murder rate, corrupt politicians, Saints fervor and all. We go through phases of our life, and your new phase may necessitate a different city, and that’s fine. Just don’t bash New Orleans because you’re ready to move on. Because truthfully? It’s really not us. It’s you.

Don’t write personal essays that compare New Orleans to a woman you fell in love with but must leave. If you do, please keep them to yourself.

Open your new home to friends when they need to evacuate. Having lived here, you know it’s a question of when, not if, you’ll have to pack up and leave all your worldly possessions at the mercy of a hurricane. So tell your NOLA friends that when the next Big One comes, they have a place to stay. That should guarantee you a spot to crash for Jazz Fest.

Give away your stuff. Unload your valuables on Craigslist or Buffalo Exchange first (moving is pricey and I get that you need the $$$), but then, if you want to be super sweet, donate unwanted stuff to Goodwill, put it out on a free table for neighbors to pick up, or share it with  friends. My neighbor Adriane Quinlan gave me first dibs of her unwanted clothes, and I am now proud owner of a vintage Icelandic stewardess dress. 

Tell your friends your apartment is opening up, but also list it on Craigslist. If you have a good spot with affordable rent, you’ll definitely want to hook your friends up. But you should also make it available to the general public via Craigslist, a cardboard FOR RENT sign outside or some other outlet. It’s not always easy to find affordable housing, and New Orleans has more than enough nepotism. This is one small way to change that.

Visit. Come back to New Orleans whenever you can–if that’s just Mardi Gras and Jazz Fest, great. But it would be even greater if you could come more often than that and maybe during times of the year that aren’t insane. That being said, we really don’t care when you come back. We just want to see you.

Become a truth-speaking evangelist for New Orleans. It staggers me how many misconceptions are out there about New Orleans. If you hear people talking smack about its citizens, Katrina response or anything else, please gently set them straight. Remind them of the challenges its citizens face, such as living in the world’s prison capital. Please also let the world know about the double-whammy impact of climate change and a rapidly disappearing coastline.

Continue to support Louisiana businesses. Order king cake, Community Coffee and Zapp’s, and ask your grocery store to stock Tony Chachere’s if they don’t already. You’ll do NOLA a solid and make your kitchen a vastly more delicious place.

Move back to New Orleans. Sometimes, New Orleans ruins you for life anywhere else. I personally find it impossible to be content in a city without Mardi Gras. Don’t fight these feelings. Just move back! I promise you, the city will welcome you with open arms. It will be like you never left… because many of your friends never did.

 

Dedicated to Jenn Nunes, Sophie Lucido Johnson, Jeanie Riess, Adriane Quinlan, Andrew Marzoni and Abe Kinkopf, all of whom recently bid the Crescent City adieu.

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Sep 04

How to visit Hawaii for around $500

Sep 04

We camped by this beach.

We camped by this beach.

Last month, Bryan achieved his goal of visiting every state (except Ohio, because he hates it). Hawaii was the last state he visited, for obvious reasons: it’s far away and expensive to visit. HOWEVER. It’s not as expensive as you might think. Bryan and I spent less than $600 each on our weeklong trip, and if we had planned better, we could have done Hawaii on even less. Here’s how.

1. We opened AAdvantage Mastercards when they offered 40,000 free miles as an incentive. (The cards are still available, but now they’re offering only 30,000 miles.) Because we used bonus miles for our tickets, we only spent $14 for the flight and $90 to pay the card’s annual fee. Granted, these were red-eye flights with two connections, and finding dates that worked with my vacation time and weren’t blacked out was like some weird Rubik’s cube puzzle, but you can’t beat an almost-free ticket. Flight cost: $104 each

2. We booked a hotel in Honolulu ($150 via Hotwire) for our first night on Oahu. We arrived in Honolulu at 6 a.m. and took the number 52 bus to get from the airport to downtown. Then we asked for a transfer to the 54 bus and took it along the coastline of Oahu, ending in at the North Shore, a cute spot with shops, restaurants and a wine store.  This bus line is basically a scenic tour of Oahu for the price of a fare, and we could have stopped and checked out any number of beaches and parks along the route if we hadn’t been bone tired. The bus trip to the North Shore was a little over two hours each way. By the time we’d eaten breakfast, taken the bus and gotten coffee, it was time to check in to the hotel and SLEEP. Cost $2.50 in bus fares. That night, we went to a cheesy hotel bar on the beach (Mai Tai, $12) with all the tiki torch and lei action. Hotel, bus fare and hotel drink: $89.50 each

Bryan watches the sun rise in Honolulu. Instagramming, probably.

Bryan watches the sun rise in Honolulu. Instagramming, probably.

3. The next afternoon, we flew to Maui on Hawaiian Airlines. If we could do it again, we might fly directly to Maui to save that expense. However, I’m still glad we got to see Honolulu. We bought these plane tickets last-minute (a few days ahead of time) and paid $196 each. 

4. In Maui we picked up our rental car, which we had booked through Hotwire. Car cost: $150 for five days, or $75 per person. You DEFINITELY need a car for getting around Maui, but we could have done with just public transportation in Honolulu.

5. We drove to the nearby Costco for food and a box of wine. People say Hawaii is expensive, and I did find it marginally pricier than New Orleans (but the sales tax is far lower). However, Costco prices are the same at all their stores. We bought peanut butter, pita bread, a couple dozen apples, individually wrapped cheeses, a vat of hummus and a box of wine—plus other sundries—for $70 ($35 per person).

Yours truly, hiking to a cave.

Yours truly, hiking to a cave.

6. We drove the Road to Hana—52.8 miles of winding, terrifying, beautiful mountain roads with scenic overlooks and waterfalls galore—to arrive at Waianapanapa State Park. Definitely camp there if you like deserted black sand beaches and functional restrooms and showers. Book through the government website (be sure to do so well in advance) and print the permit out. Make sure to attach the permit to your tent, because rangers are diligent about checking. (They were less diligent about other things, like enforcing the no-booze rule.) Camping cost: $90 for five nights, or $45 each

An overlook on the road to Hana.

An overlook on the road to Hana.

7. We spent the next five days swimming, hiking, charging our cell phones at a beachside community center that that called itself a bakery/coffee shop but was nothing of the sort, exploring the lava tubes, caves, trails and red sand beaches. Maui’s best cuisine comes from roadside fruit stands and food trucks. We especially loved The Surfin’ Burro ($6 for a generously sized fish taco). We stopped by the Garden of Eden Botanical Center ($15 admission), and it was well worth it. Food & sundries: $33

Surfin' Burro food truck. There's also a nearby Thai truck that's really good.

Surfin’ Burro food truck. There’s also a nearby Thai truck that’s really good.

Those were all our major expenses. We could have done Hawaii for a lot cheaper, for around $300 each, if we’d flown directly to Maui, camped every night instead of getting a hotel and eaten just Costco grub.  Also, full disclosure, the last night we didn’t camp; instead we stayed in a surreal, gently decayed but sweet 1960s era hotel in Maui (price $75 for the night, total, or $37.50 each) that was closer to the airport and farther from the terrifying mountain death road. I’m glad we spent the money we did, though. It was awesome.

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Aug 12

Katrina stuff: Emails from MFA evacuees

Aug 12

My family photo after hanging for three weeks in floodwaters. I'm wearing the bow.

My family photo after hanging for three weeks in floodwaters. I’m wearing the bow.

The 10-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina’s landfall and the federal levee failures is bearing down on us. If you lived through that shitstorm, like I did, you’re probably experiencing a PTSD-laced speedball of emotions: you don’t want to read any more about it, but you can’t stop reading about it. Maybe you have an urge to write about it, too.

In those weirdly sterile days after the storm, when I sat in my sister’s Baton Rouge apartment alone with my laptop and the sounds of helicopters overhead,  I wanted to record what I was experiencing. I knew that as awful as it was, I had been granted a rare opportunity as a writer: the chance to bear witness to a grand-scale tragedy. But my words sounded stupid and false. I couldn’t make sense of the storm. I couldn’t feel anything, aside from a mild sense of curiosity, like someone who’s awake during surgery and watching doctors cut into an anesthetized limb. A k-hole of consciousness with only one focal point: Huh. That’s interesting.

So I was pissed when artists and journalists descended on the Gulf Coast and spun its suffering into art like straw into gold. It wasn’t fair; it wasn’t theirs to use. I thought maybe, 10 years later, I’d have come up with something profound to say, a lesson learned, an insight hard won. But I haven’t. I feel as mute and stupid now as I did then. Maybe this isn’t wrong. Maybe this is the only way you can really react to something like Katrina.

This summer, I’ve met with two friends and colleagues, Katie Walenter and Sophie Lucido Johnson, to talk about Big K and our writing and how to tackle it and whether we want to. Both transplants, Katie moved to New Orleans prior to Katrina and Sophie moved down not long after to teach.  Katie said something that resonated with me, “I wasn’t part of the conversation last time. But this time around, I want to be.”

That’s how I feel right now. I am never going to be done with Hurricane Katrina. I’ll never write the gorgeous, meandering personal essay that lands in the New York Times and at the same time loosens Katrina’s greasy, moldy grip on my synapses and pins the experience down in a polished glass box. But with the naively hopeful idea of doing just that, I’ve been collecting journal entries, emails and other hurricane flotsam and jetsom.

So I’m going to present those bits of writing on my blog, and anyone who’s interested in them can comment or ignore them. Exhibit A is a series of emails exchanged by me and my fellow University of New Orleans creative writing workshop students before, during and after the storm. They are presented chronologically below.


Subject: RE: Katrina, that bitch
Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2005 22:33:37 -0500

Hey, let’s be walking on sunshine!!!! We’re heading out to the Shack Up Inn in Clarksdale, Mississippi — and we’ll be there making mischief if anyone finds themselves propelled northward on I-55 through what would certainly be an understandable contraflow misunderstanding…

The band is playing at Tips next weekend, provided Katrina’s waves remain modest… Drop by if you end up in the hood…

Missy Bowen

And no matter what happens to each of us, it will eventually make a great story.


Subject: RE: Katrina, that bitch
Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2005 10:52:51 -0400

Well, when Jessica Emerson demands a roll call, who am I to ignore it . … It seems that the worst is moving out of New Orleans now and that’s a huge relief.  I’m just praying for all of the people still there. I also hope we all see each other soon. And allow me to add my request for roll call from everyone…

much love,

Jen Sheridan


Subject: RE: Katrina, that bitch
Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2005 21:21:41 -0500

Things are looking grim. Bill and I are glued to the TV, alternating between weeping and staring with our jaws on the floor. I miss you all and our lives and city…

love, AC Lambeth

PS: has anyone heard from Parker & Alison or Pete & Gia? Saw them on Sat and they hadn’t been planning to leave (as we weren’t)… Also wondering if Amanda B. made it out?


Subject: RE: Katrina, that bitch
Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2005 14:46:10 -0400

We’re trying to be enlightened and feel liberated of all our material belongings instead of sad that we lost all our shit. It’s working about 50% of the time.

matt peters


Subject: RE: Katrina, that bitch
Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2005 00:30:09 +0000

Yes, I am just fine. I’ve been trying to call Jessica so I can talk to all of you, but a lot of the cell phone towers here are out.

My aunt, uncle, cousins, and grandmother were all able to evacuate; we have no idea how their houses are, though. I’m guessing that my grandmother’s house in Lakeview is under some serious water, but it is just a house.

Everything is very chaotic in Baton Rouge right now. School at LSU is cancelled until the 6th because a lot of the buildings are being used as emergency shelters. Helicopters keep going overhead. There are long lines at all the gas stations, at least at the ones that actually have gas. I still haven’t been able to see a television, but I  just talked to a guy (I’m sending this email from the LSU Union) who came from New Orleans and he said “Whatever you’ve seen on T.V., it’s worse.”

I better go, there are a bunch of people behind me in line waiting to email their loved ones.

Missy Wilkinson


Subject: Greetings From Prairieville
Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2005 14:46:59 -0700

And this has been an interesting house, sort of a way station for refugees. Nine new evacuees showed up late last night — 4 cats, 3 dogs, and two humans. It seems that a mandatory door-to-door evacuation is about to take place in New Orleans, only the officials won’t evacuate pets. I feel like the underground railroad, taking in contraband animals, feeding them, sending them on their way to points north, west, east. Good luck and godspeed.

Aside from the occasional good deed, it’s been a lot of Evan Williams and Miller High Life that gets me through all the Fox News. They like Fox News here. One more minute, however, of Bill O’Reilly telling me that the poor deserved to die because they didn’t save enough money to buy a car when they had the chance, and it’s possible I’ll snap and attack the Fox transmission tower with my bare hands. Or at least one bare hand – I can’t put BOTH drinks down.

Dave Parker


Subject: Re: Ohio feels far from Louisiana
Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2005 11:50:15 -0700

Wachay, wachay, all:

Amanda and I are going down to N.O. on Monday with a couple of press passes. Our real mission is not so much an article as trying to save our cat and some other peoples’ pets. If anyone needs us to try and do the above with your pet, please let us know.

Love you all, and we will rebuild,

Joseph and Amanda Boyden


Subject: Re: Ohio feels far from Louisiana
Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2005 14:11:20 -0500

We also managed to get into Orleans with a special emergency worker pass Lee had, and it was good times until the curfew passed and the National Guard told us we would probably get shot.  But that’s for a blog entry to be written when I get back to Pensacola.

Be well, everyone.

Love, Jessica Marsh Emerson


Subject: Re: Ohio feels far from Louisiana
Date:  Thu, 8 Sep 2005 11:47:14 -0700

All MFA Students,

It is my fullest intent that we are going to finish fall Workshop courses, all of them through distance learning measures, as we go along in the fall. …  As I have read your e-strings over the last couple of days, I have been impressed once again of the incredible love you have for each other. Please know that I share that love for all of you. That’s among the chief reasons I want to keep workshops together through the internet this fall, so that, however far apart you all are, you can still be together.

With a swollen heart of missing for you all.

Rick Barton


Subject: Calling out from the trenches; it’s good to be home
Date:  Thu, 06 Oct 2005 11:21:16 -0400

Hello from NOLA.

Colin and I have been home for almost a week. In this time, we’ve seen progress and despair, but the people are strong and caring and neighbors. We came in on the Hwy 11 bridge, through the shredded weatherboards and pick up sticks of Eden Isles and Oak Harbor, onto I-10, past the grey ghost towns of the East and the 9th ward, to 90 West and alongside the sky line (standing torn but firm). In a thirty minute span of time, we felt the sadness you all know, but we also felt hope. The city, in parts, is breathing– stronger than the whimpers on the national news. She’s waiting for you all.

Life is not normal, but moments here will make you fall in love with our town all over again. Yesterday, as we struggled to get a new refrigerator into our home, the FBI pulled up to help. So did the UPS man. Our garbage was picked up today, which sent Colin into a weird celebration dance I’ve only seen during Saints victories. The sweetest moment: a national guardsman, baby-faced, fully dressed in combat gear, rifle in hand, stands in an ice cream shop and says, “cookies and cream, please.” The chef replied, “on the house.”

You can buy gas, groceries, and stamps. You can visit a number of bars, even past curfew. You can dine out with linen napkins and real silverware. You can meet people who get it– all of it. Every emotion you’ve experienced in these weeks. They know.

For all of you who can come home, those who still have a resting place, know that the city is ready for you.

All my love from home,

Kelly


Subject: New Orleans Situation Report, Vol. II
Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2005 03:33:36 -0500

NEW ORLEANS SITUATION REPORT, Vol. 2:

The mood of those of us living here continues to be fluid. There’s been an uptick in activity since December began as people seek to situate themselves for the holidays. The pace of moving back, and moving away, has picked up. People stare wistfully at moving vans, wondering if they signal another arrival or another departure.

Christmas decorating has begun in earnest. There’s been a conspicuous rise in suicides. Faith in the city government fluctuates with each morning’s headlines: new plans approved, more bodies found. Faith in the federal government is non-existent and many people feel we’ve been written off as the administration returns its energies to the war and scandal damage control. We worry about misleading reports in the national media saying we’re not worth saving (60 Minutes) or that everything is back to normal (the Rush Limbaugh Show). We grow tired of the news media using the French Quarter as a barometer for the rest of the city. If I need to go anywhere out side my neighborhood, I still have to drive through miles of utter destruction to get there.

And you hear reports everyday of sheetrock being hung, new leases being signed, new appliances moved in. It’s a struggle, but it goes on, and I guess that’s the most important thing.

Bill Loehfelm

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