a cold and rainy day here in the big easy which, i discovered, is anything but.

this afternoon i was tasked with finding out a simple bit of information - how many residential units surround my office. easy, eh? take a moment and try to think of all the reasons this sort of information would be useful and now take 10 years to find it. it doesn't exist. this, my friends, is a lovely indication of the problems in this city. no one person or organization or deity knows everything. 10,000 people have 10,000 separate pieces of information and not one of 'em talks to another. i had to piece together my answer from about 6 different sources. i had to TALK to people. i DON'T LIKE people. sigh.

not one to bitch and moan without offering a solution, i propose that we all get together and rent a double somewhere in the city. once a week all the good meaning folk working to 'fix' new orleans should stop by and write what they learned on a piece of paper and tape it to the wall. thankfully, i have 28 notepads to dedicate to the cause. we can call it the post-it note house and anytime you have a seemingly simple question, you can just go check the south wall of the bathroom for your answer.

and to bring it back around - you know who is currently building houses perfect for my post-it project? brad pitt.