That Long-Lost Perfume

Christine, 19. These words are here to explore, understand, and know New Orleans.
"As soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home...It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long-lost perfume." -Anne Rice
nolafoodporn:

Louisiana Crabmeat, quail eggs, artichoke and red potatoes from Sweet Olive.
My mouth is watering.

nolafoodporn:

Louisiana Crabmeat, quail eggs, artichoke and red potatoes from Sweet Olive.

My mouth is watering.

New Orleans

New Orleans, now that I have been taking a class about it, is everywhere. My friends are flying there for missions trips; I meet native New Orleanians everywhere I go; my father decides he wants to cook beignets, gumbo, or another authentic New Orleans meal for dinner at least once a week. I see aspects of the city in my everyday life - the music, the joie de vivre of the people, the passion of New Orleans is copied and exemplified in books, films, television, newspaper articles, paintings, sculptures…you name it and they’ve got it. I never fully realized the impact one city could have on a country until I began exploring the sounds and sights of New Orleans at the beginning of the semester. In many ways, the class taught me much more than merely what the city itself is - it taught me about the values, beauty, and ideals of New Orleans, where to find them, and how to cherish them. 

There are only two things: love, all sorts of love, with pretty girls, and the music of New Orleans or Duke Ellington. Everything else ought to go, because everything else is ugly.

—Boris Vian (via crimsonandcreole)

Philosophical Discussions

Amanda and I are sitting at my dining room table blogging.

We are also talking about heartbreak, boys, and douchebags. But that’s beside the point, I just thought it would make this post more interesting.

We decided that though we are big fans of New Orleans, and all its fascinating stories and mysteries, the most captivating part of this entire seminar has been showing us that there are other cities and places to live beyond our small world. While New Orleans has been so interesting to learn about, what I have really taken away from this class is a desire to travel and to learn about as many cultures as I can take in. 

Now we have sub sandwiches and we’re blogging like bosses. I forgot how much I adore Quizno’s. 

Amanda and I also decided there seems to be a problem with philosophy and reading too far into things. We’re the kind of people who take life as it comes and love it for its simplicity. That’s probably why we love New Orleans - it’s opened our eyes to other ideas, bigger dreams, and all sorts of other cheesy things. 

This is not a well-written post, for which I apologize. But oh well.

Anyways, we both realized that there seems to be a lot of in-depth analyzing going on of New Orleans in class - as if people are determined to find the meaning to life in the culture. And this applies not only to New Orleans, but to many other classes and subjects and ideas. This is a problem I’ve noticed in many of my classes, the idea that there has to be a deeper meaning behind everything. People are searching frantically for something bigger than themselves in the world, something to give them purpose.

The truth is, they won’t find it, not in the world. 

I’ve noticed I never have that problem, I’ve never sought to discover a greater purpose in man-made objects. I believe in the complexity of culture and history, of course, and there is often more to something than what meets the eye. But I don’t look for purpose, for my purpose, in humanity. I know I will be disappointed. But I have never been disappointed in my Lord.