Bradley Warshauer

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Up in New Orleans, Nash Roberts was methodically checking all the indicators. Roberts was an independent meteorologist and televsion weatherman. In 1957, however, most people still got their forecast information from newspapers and radio. That was unfortunate on
In a televised debate this evening Mr. Duke said: "Of course I apologize for things that I have said that have been improper. And I do repudiate the Klan or any other racist organization or intolerant organization that exists in this state or in this coun try. I think we have to all work together, but you don't make up for past discrimination by putting new discrimination on people with these affirmative actions programs and policies." Mr. Edwards responded: "Mr. Duke' has given us 20 years of hate and hurt. If he is really reformed, let him go back into the community and give us 20 years of healing and help and then come back and ask to be Governor."
Indeed, people may do well to remember that speaking to a chatbot, especially one with persistent memory, is often less like chatting with friend or neutral arbiter — and more like talking to a hall of mirrors.
There's a learning process that moviegoers go through. They begin in childhood without sophistication or much taste, and for example, like "Gamera" more than "Air Force One" because flying turtles are obviously more entertaining than United States presidents. Then they grow older and develop "taste," and prefer "Air Force One," which is better made and has big stars and a more plausible plot. (Isn't it more believable, after all, that a president could single-handedly wipe out a planeload of terrorists than that a giant turtle could spit gobs of flame?) Then, if they continue to grow older and wiser, they complete the circle and return to "Gamera" again, realizing that while both movies are preposterous, the turtle movie has the charm of utter goofiness-and, in an age of flawless special effects, it is somehow more fun to watch flawed ones.
“We have a beautiful moonrise and we’re headed right at it,” Reid Wiseman, the Artemis II mission commander, said from the spacecraft as it ascended atop the rocket.
An old copy of the huge “expert flight manual” from the Jane’s combat sim F-15 from 1998
A purple metal Rex cup
They’re enormous green shrimp
Four guys dressed as pasta look I’m drunk and trying ok
a costume that looks like a hurricane map
a light blue t shirt painted to look like a hurricane center tracking map
snowcovered front yard through a house window
The meme of Rosa with the dog from Brooklyn Nine Nine with the dog replaced by Saints QB Tyler Shough's head and the quote changed to "I've only had Tyler Shough for a day and half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself."
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LSU football is a power unlike anything else in the state, perhaps the single most influential and powerful entity across the boot of Louisiana. More than the NFL's New Orleans Saints, yes. And the seafood industry even. The oil rigs too.
Down on the bayou, they've got a sayin'. C'est tout! It's pronounced SAY-too and it's Cajun French for, "That's all." And that is all. For Brian Kelly.
an open book in the foreground with a sleeping baby in the background
What makes you qualified to run the city of New Orleans? As a father, former businessman, and lifelong community advocate, I bring a unique combination of lived experience and leadership. I understand how city government should work because I've seen it. I know what it means to serve the people, not just in title, but in action, and I'm ready to lead a New Orleans that works for everyone, with no one left behind.
A chicken cutlet and mozzarella and pesto sandwich delicious beyond reason
A woman standing between bookshelves at a microphone reading from her novel
Beer glasses mostly empty on a tabletop beside a tote bag that says ROUGH DRAFT BAR & BOOKS
The bedroom reading scene from princess bride but baby book art style and the kid is wearing bears number 54 instead of 34
if you can’t read the image you are probably better off than I am, so I’m giving you a chance to stop. Still here? Okay. It’s a snippet of a times article reading: Fast forward to the summer of 2020, when "a tiny hair" wrapped into a "tourniquet" around that excess foreskin "in the shape of a gift bow," as Mr. Shteyngart wrote in The New Yorker. The knot "could not be prized loose using tweezers, and any attempts to dislodge it with my fingers only tightened it around the string of superfluous skin," he wrote. It would not loosen, and his foreskin began "releasing what looked like a stream of pus."
A sign in a parking lot that says User Assumes A I Risks
A man and a woman in Mardi Gras costumes covered in glitter with sashes labeled NONNA RANDAZZO and HAYDELS
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A book cover that is a smear of colors representing the solar system. Title is Orbital. It’s by Samantha Harvey
not a particularly great snowman
a blue cold weather glove with the word MUSES on it over orange squares
a small figure walking through the snow past a sign that says CITY PARK
a snowfilled back yard as night falls on New Orleans
highway lights, emptied strip malls. The bus crawled down a dirtstreaked exit ramp to the parking lot of a shuttered supermarket, where the people stepped off into the cold. Get away from the city's central neighborhoods and you started to feel like you were in a cold wilderness. The bitter winds, the ice, the monochrome coat covering everything. It absorbed sound. The lack of people. In your own home you knew there were people in the buildings around you. Outside it, you couldn't know. The handful of other bus riders walked in various directions. A man unchained a bike from a derelict streetlight and rode it around the corner. The three of them stood close, Vic tucking herself under Nathaniel's arm. She stomped her feet. Going on two years of this and she still had not learned the secret to keeping them warm. The bus hissed and ro
people walk through near blizzard conditions in the snowblasted streets of New Orleans
This city was not built to freeze. Pipes exploded, gushing water until the water froze, burying entire blocks under twelve inches of ice. Roofs sagged under the weight of snow. Ceilings buckled, windows shattered. In undamaged homes, the burning cold wind passed through thin walls and forced its way up through wooden floors that were raised two feet above the ground. They nailed plastic tarps to the walls of their front room. They hung blankets from curtain rods. They covered the floor with beach towels and ran space heaters when the power was on. In this way, they kept part of the house warm. They had taken the mattresses off all the beds and dragged them into the den. They all slept in here together, sprawled out across the mattresses, on the sofa. Six people in one room. Huddling for warmth.
my snowed-in New Orleans street
my street in New Orleans covered with snow
black and white photo of the crowd await the Krewe of Joan of Arc on the Epiphany in New Orleans
a king cake covered with purple green and gold sugar; the knife is in the box
the autographed title page of Laura Van den Berg’s novel State of Paradise
a play may half wrapped around a 5 month old baby
.. Eighreen hundred and sixty-seven; —midsummer in the pest-smitten city of New Orleans. Heat motionless and ponderous. The steel-blue of the sky bleached from the furnace-circle of the hori-zon;-the lukewarm river ran yellow and noiseless as a torrent of fluid wax. Even sounds seemed blunted by the heaviness of the air;—the rumbling of wheels, the reverberation of footsteps, fell half-toned upon the ear, like sounds that visit a dozing brain. Daily, almost at the same hour, the continuous sense of atmospheric oppression became thickened; —a packed herd of low-bellying clouds lumbered up from the Gulf; crowded blackly against the sun; flickered, thundered, and burst in torrential rain-tepid, perpen-dicular—and vanished utterly away. Then, more furiously than before, the sun flamed down;-roofs and Pavements steamed; the streets seemed to smoke; the air grew suffocating with vapor; and the luminous city
a delicious pecan pie
Pecan pies ready to go into the oven
Gulf waves crashing to shore
a picture of a writing desk with mirror notebook and book in front of a window seat overlooking the Gulf of Mexico
white-gleanhroa screaming throats. And swift in the wake of gull and frigate-bird the Wreckers come, the Spoilers of the dead, — savage skimmers of the sea, — hurricane-riders wont to spread their canvas-pinions in the face of storms; Sicilian and Corsican outlaws, Manila-men from the marshes, deserters from many navies, Lascars, marooners, refugees of a hundred nationalities,-fishers and shrimpers by name, smugglers by opportunity,—wild channel-finders from obscure bayous and unfamiliar chênières, all skilled in the mysteries of these mysterious waters beyond the comprehension of the oldest licensed pilot. ... There is plunder for all-birds and men. There are drowned sheep in multitude, heaped carcasses of kine. There are casks of claret and kegs of brandy and legions of bottles bobbing in the surf. There are billiard-tables overturned upon the sand;-there are sofas, pianos, footstools and music-stools, luxurious chairs, lounges of bamboo. There are chests of cedar, and toilet-tables of rosewood, and trunks of fine stamped leather stored with precious apparel. There are objets de luxe innu-merable. There are children's playthings: French dolls in mome there are childrens pris, and wooden horses, rness areas of the coastal swamps
slightly blurry phone shot of four Blue Angels F-18s overhead
A beach on the Gulf of Mexico under a gray sky
VI. ... Almost every evening throughout the season there had been dancing in the great hall;—there was dancing that night also. The population of the hotel had been augmented by the advent of families from other parts of the island, who found their summer cottages insecure places of shelter: there were nearly four hundred guests assembled. Perhaps it was for this reason that the entertainment had been prepared upon a grander plan than usual, that it assumed the form of a fashionable ball. And all those pleasure-seekers,-representing the wealth and beauty of the Creole parishes, —whether from Ascension or Assumption, St. Mary's or St. Landry's, Iberville or Terrebonne, whether inhabitants a fi S h st 다 th th to of
selfie of me cuddling with cropped out baby
a baby sock falling off a baby foot
a little animated stick dude’s face, he’s got cool sunglasses, he’s awesome
Southern Miss QB Dustin Almond
Forever the yellow Mississippi strives to build; forever the sea struggles to destroy;— and amid their eternal strife the islands and the promontories change shape, more slowly, but not less fantastically, than the clouds of heaven.