When we were hashing out ideas for this issue, it hit us that if we want to fulfill the mission of generating cultural discussion, we need leave the silos of our easy alliances and tepid friendly accolades and have these discussions with those who run in a different crowd. I asked our writers to approach someone or a subject that seems on the other side of the philosophical fence and find out what makes them tick. We need to go where we aren’t welcome, voice those nagging observations we keep inside. We need to get out of ourselves and gain a broader perspective. We are being flip with the word ‘enemy.’ I am as grateful to the writers in this issue as I am the subjects of their writing. It is my belief that even as we butt heads, we are still all in this together, so we’d better talk to each other.
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I met an old man in the grocery store the other day who really wanted to tell somebody about the First Baptist Church downtown, and since I happened to be there I was chosen to receive his lecture. He explained the power, majesty, and magnitude of that place to me in terms generally reserved for the Temple of Solomon or Notre Dame. He said that the church was build on metal piling pounded one hundred feet into the ground so that the building would stand for a thousand years, he also told me that the acoustics in the building had been compared with those of Carnegie Hall, and there were many more wonders which I can’t recall now. This got me thinking differently about the under-appreciated artistic landmarks right under our noses. I couldn’t help immediately thinking of the symbolic usage of the cross in various places around the city. (more…)
On my frst visit to Bourbon Street, I was mesmerized by a pair of swinging legs at the entrance of Big Daddy’s strip joint. Disembodied, shapely, clad in fshnet stockings and high heels, they swung to-and-fro mechanically, seemingly unable to contain their own frantic sense of sexual urgency. At the time I thought they were a kitschy-cute relic of a time when women’s sexuality and thoughts had to be severed from one another in order to protect men from their profane and poisonous power. I was new in town.
The next time I saw these legs was at a River Writers’ reading in the upstairs bar at Boudreaux & Thibodeaux’s. On the right side of the room is a bar littered with plastic shot cups and cigarette butts. On the left is a balcony of screaming drunks. In between there are tables, chairs, benches a thirdfull of audience members and a TV, all presided over by a (not the same, but remarkably similar) set of legs that serves as a podium for the proceedings. These legs stand spread, cut off at the hip in black panties, thigh-highs and garters. (more…)
Chuck Hustmyre is an investigative reporter and author living here in Baton Rouge. He’s the author of four books: two non-fiction and two fiction. He recently optioned the movie rights to his novel House of the Rising Sun. To most Baton Rougeans, however, he’s perhaps known best as the author of the ‘Z File,’ a blog on 225BatonRouge.com, where he discourses on matters of local and national politics, or whatever happened to draw his ire that week. You can learn more about his writing and many, many opinions at his website.
You’ve appeared on a number of shows on Fox News, including The O’Reilly Factor and Hannity’s America. If you were going to spend an evening at dinner with one of those guys, which would you choose? Why?
I’ve never watched Sean Hannity’s show, so I guess I’d have to say I’d rather have dinner with Bill O’Reilly, although I’m not that fond of either of them. (more…)