There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun.

While it may have been the ruin of many poor boys. I can testify that I am not one of them. In New Orleans for the HIMSS show. New Orleans is a strange town. I don't mean that derogatorily, but it just isn't normal. I have said before, that Las Vegas doesn't have a soul. New Orleans is the opposite, it has too much soul. Everything looks tragic. New Orleans is a Gothic teenager in a Yellow sun dress. Even when it tries to be happy, the cracks and surly disposition peel the edges.

The picture to the right is from my hotel window. Yes, I know it is crappy and over-exposed, but motorola isn't exactly known for their cameras. Last night was very low key, traveling just wipes me out. I will post if anything exciting happens.

"No man's life, liberty or property is safe when the Texas legislature is in session"

So as I dressed to come in to work today, I had the local news running in the background. They did the usual blather, sports, traffic, weather, and then a quick blurb about the TX legislature. Turns out, one of our esteemed colleagues from Baytown has decided it should be criminal to miss a Parent Teacher conference. He wants to make it a Class C Misdemeanor and a $500 fine.

Huh?!?

Since when did we start making anything that is inconsiderate a crime? Didn't say "Please"? $250. Cough without covering your mouth? $500. Tell a nosey state rep to piss off (with a sufficiently smarmy British accent of course)? Death penalty.