Big Bob Says

Posted on November 13, 2008 by Varg

My friend Biog Bob says in reference to this…

Nagin Decries ‘Crude’ Remarks During Meeting

…is meant to turn attention toward whether or not Stacy Head is a race-baiter and a potty mouth and away from the issue of budgeting for waste management. And I have to say that I agree with Big Bob. I’d also like to add that the accusations are not unfounded in that sort of way that they can be interpreted in some other way but rather she never said it. Nothing close to profanity or race-baiting left her mouth in the tape that I saw. If there is another tape in which Head says these things, I’d love to hear it.

Nagin’s accusations of racism don’t hurt Head as much as they hurt the truly prejudiced and afflicted citizens of New Orleans who deal with prejudice on a daily basis. Also, it’s regretful that anyone may take Nagin’s remarks at face value and not actually see the video of the incident for themselves.

Also, though I was tempted to add Nagin’s latest actions to his “Inanity” sin, I think they belong in “Dischord” instead.

2 thoughts on “Big Bob Says”

Mark Folse says:

November 13, 2008 at 7:01 pm

And the media will play He Said, She Said. Where’s Phil Johnson when you need him. Can we borry Keith Olberman?
mikesmiley says:

November 14, 2008 at 9:26 am

Personally, I love Stacey Head. She wouldn’t call Veronica a liar if she didn’t have proof.

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Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.