Lola at the Coffee House

Coffee . . . must . . . have . . . coffee . . .

Black coffee for me, please.

Give me big cafe au laitte and two biegneits with lotsa powdered sugar. I give you big lagniappe. (Im havin a "I miss NAWLINS day" on this a pre snowy cold inter day)

Got a copy of the Picayune?

Are you people all still here...

...or are youse here again?

Ovaltine, please. With lots of milk...and three sugars.

I'll have a grilled booby, scrambled eggs on the side, and vodka to wash it down.

I'd better have a coffee Washup. Otherwise I'm going to look a bit eccentric. Put a double brandy in it. Not ostentatiously.

The Picayune is a east coast publication. It's a spawn of an outfit from up your way which is only connected to N.O. by way of a pipe to suck something out of there with.

You should keep up with developments in Media fm. It's starting to resemble a coral reef.

What an inspirational image that is. And without coffee. I don't know where it came from. It just popped into my head out of nowhere. Who said there can't be a nowhere? I had typed it before I realised quite how great an image a coral reef is for our media.

An image is an artistic device which is intended to enable the punter to get a focus onto something which had been previously a confused picture. They are judged on their effectiveness at doing that and that one is pluplusperfect at the job. It's so good it makes one wonder whether the evolutionary forces involved in a coral reef are not exactly the same forces which are constructing media.

Boy oh boy I'm over the moon with that one. It's as good as "a stick rattling in a bucket" even if I do say so myself.

You lot will never be able to think of media as you used to before that hit you from behind. Nor will I.

You do know don't you that Coffee Houses are supposed to be bohemian? Places for radical or even revolutionary activities. A stewing pot for new idea and fresh ways of looking at things. Serving coffee a Coffee House does not make. A whore or two is needed. A chap in an old Russian Army greatcoat who knew Krushchev when he was on the bottom rung. One with a patch over the eye he winks at the whores with. Another with six sheets of crumpled paper on which he wrote last night's poems after Lola threw him out. On the backside of one a rough sketch of a 200 megaton thermo-nuclear device. (That a variation on the electric drill joke in The Caretaker.)

That's you Yanks all over. You think because you have got a Coffee House you have aligned yourselves with that sort of Bohemian, Latin Quarter, world which Henry Miller described in Tropic of Cancer. And you're as "straight up and down the track" bourgeois as you are upright law-abiding citizens.

We need an early sixties Greenwich Village ambiance.

On the effects of coffee in low dosages I keep Popeye's spinach in mind. And Olive Oil. She's my type of gal. (Is it okay to mention Popeye--I hope I haven't let a faux pas. It just struck me it might be banned.)

Ever since I read, many years ago, of the custom in France during the late 19th century of the Superintendent of the lunatic asylum conducting tours of his domain for late night, well off. revelers, I have developed a tendency to see television as those revelers might have looked through the viewing panels of the doors to the inmate's rooms.

I suppose the Super bribed the inmates with extra portions of jam roly-poly and such-like to get them to exaggerate a little.

Aren't we full of ourselves today?

it is quite apparent that all of his knowledge comes from peering into wikipedia.
Spendi, The NEw Orean Times Picayune IS THE TOWN PAPER. the compnies that own the bundles dont matter a jot for you seem to think tthat some corporate dude is dictating the news content in NAwlin.
Youve just revealed some more of your ignorance and then you have the guts to pat yourself on the back.

"Keep your mouth shut and people will think you a fool. Open it and you remove all doubt"


I always go on line to the TP's obits to see what bayou scoundrel of my year has departed the coil.

It's better than being empty of oneself imo. Give it a try Aesop. With a name like that it should be easy.

Give thyself a good run around the block being full of thyself.

Yeah--I know. The football results. And stuff. Births, Marriages and Deaths. Smooth massage phone numbers.

The companies set a tone. A sucking tone.

Today????

The only problem with spendi is his NOT knowing about finish lines.
I find that his thoughts are done before he is.

Oh ****, I just spit my Ovaltine all over my newspaper. Luckily, it was another stolen NY Post...so all I ruined were pictures.

I want you to know I will steal that line.

No problemo, I probably already did .

That's true. I'm not a member of the 7 minute brigade.

It's an interesting theological point though. The Church says nothing about not reaching the finish. All the objections to its sexual morality teaching come from those who know where the finish line is and are eager to get there. Misogynists.

Stop maligning the French. The super at the Bethlehem asylum (whence our word 'bedlam') used to do the exact same thing back in the late 1700s. Going to see the inmates do their thing was the 18th century equivalent of late 19th century 'slumming.' It's where a young English bon vivant took a date for entertainment.

I have got to go take a nap. My eyes are closing...........You'll find me over in the cushion corner, covered with warm blanket, sleeping for a while.
Sorry, I was up too early. Trip downtown again. This time success! I'm single again. Off to sleep. See you all later. Love you.

Lord! Haven't heard ovaltine mentioned for decades!

Actually, I think Spendius mentioned it a while back. He reminded me of it...and since I really do not like coffee...I thought I'd be a smart ass and order Ovaltine.

Who woulda thunk it.?Wassau had it!