New Orleans Folk
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red_rose said:I'm fast like jack rabbit!!
ah, you are fast grasshopper, but i am faster still
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Summary:
Folks in NO sweat alot. They are sure that there is more sweat in N.O. than any other city in the country.
But now the NO's (New Orleans' folk) now have their undies in a bunch because Old Spice said they rated third hottest in the country.
Regarding the password, get one. NYT's web site rocks.
Summary:
Folks in NO sweat alot. They are sure that there is more sweat in N.O. than any other city in the country.
But now the NO's (New Orleans' folk) now have their undies in a bunch because Old Spice said they rated third hottest in the country.
Regarding the password, get one. NYT's web site rocks.
Hamletmaschine
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I love sweat.
There's nothing quite like that feeling of getting out of the shower in the morning and getting dressed without having to bother with that annoying, pointless drying-yourself-off routine. Saves a good 10 minutes every day.
And then there's that scrotum-tightening experience of coming inside again to an over-air-conditioned building after working up a good sweat doing some strenuous, ennervating work outside--like taking out the trash.
Best of all, however, is finding out--if, like me, you aren't from here originally--that you never really knew the meaning of hot, sweaty sex until you've spent a day in bed with your lover in south Louisiana in August when the air-conditioning is broken.
There's nothing quite like that feeling of getting out of the shower in the morning and getting dressed without having to bother with that annoying, pointless drying-yourself-off routine. Saves a good 10 minutes every day.
And then there's that scrotum-tightening experience of coming inside again to an over-air-conditioned building after working up a good sweat doing some strenuous, ennervating work outside--like taking out the trash.
Best of all, however, is finding out--if, like me, you aren't from here originally--that you never really knew the meaning of hot, sweaty sex until you've spent a day in bed with your lover in south Louisiana in August when the air-conditioning is broken.
Hamletmaschine
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riff said:Sweat and the smell of sex.
Jesus.
I love LA. Heh.
Sweaty Folks, Sweaty Fucking
yep...<nodding>.....i sweat.......a lot.......
how could i not?.....100% humidity most of the time down here....it's raining this summer....it's hot....it rains......it's steamy.....your skin just stays wet....it seems...
for instance....when i got out of my car this morning....i'd had the a/c on in my car....by the time i turned around to lock door....my keys were damp....with condensation....the air is just thick with moisture down here....not for weenies.....fer sure.......
in the summer.....i wear as light of clothing as i can get away with at work....rarely pantyhose......sandals.....mostly sleeveless stuff.....my hair is either up....or in a pony....
i hate summer....like really hate it.....and the worst part is that August and September are yet to come....
and dude...copy article next time...lol...i'm not registering....i'm lazy like that....
TWB said:
yep...<nodding>.....i sweat.......a lot.......
how could i not?.....100% humidity most of the time down here....it's raining this summer....it's hot....it rains......it's steamy.....your skin just stays wet....it seems...
for instance....when i got out of my car this morning....i'd had the a/c on in my car....by the time i turned around to lock door....my keys were damp....with condensation....the air is just thick with moisture down here....not for weenies.....fer sure.......
in the summer.....i wear as light of clothing as i can get away with at work....rarely pantyhose......sandals.....mostly sleeveless stuff.....my hair is either up....or in a pony....
i hate summer....like really hate it.....and the worst part is that August and September are yet to come....
and dude...copy article next time...lol...i'm not registering....i'm lazy like that....
OK, for you Ginny:
In New Orleans, Sweatiness Is All a Matter of Civic Pride
By RICK BRAGG
NEW ORLEANS, July 14 — In his 80 years in New Orleans, Lorenzo Butler has learned the things he can affect, and the things he cannot.
When he walks the hot concrete sidewalk along Canal Street, pushing through air that clings to his skin like cellophane, he hides from the July sun beneath a big, sturdy, black umbrella. The sun, he can handle.
But the sweat, the constant, trickling, dripping, soaking sweat, a man just has to bow to, like a graven idol. Here, in this city surrounded by swamp and water and simmered in 90-degree-plus temperatures, the humid air draws the sweat out so fast that a man just rains into his clothes from the inside out.
"Some can't stand it, some of them falls out in it," said Mr. Butler, of the heat and humidity and the mess they make of a well-dressed man. Even in this wicked heat, he wore a white starched shirt, brown polyester pants, striped tie, white sneakers and a porkpie hat — he had been to pay his taxes, and always likes to look sharp when he deals with the government.
"I ain't never falled out yet," he said. "I was born in August."
In New Orleans, where people will celebrate just about anything if they can get the brass band lined up in time, residents talk about their sweatiness with a sense of pride. It is a hardship they cannot overcome, only live with, and in that defiance is their victory.
So when a nationally advertised deodorant company recently announced that a scientific study had found that New Orleans was only the third-sweatiest city in the country, many people here felt slighted.
"You don't need lungs to live in New Orleans," said Derwin Naquin, a construction company owner who was soaked in sweat after a day of lifting steel beams. "You need gills."
The makers of Old Spice, using a formula that averaged the high temperatures and high humidity of major cities in June, July and August, determined that San Antonio was the sweatiest city, followed by Dallas-Fort Worth, and, in a kissing-your-sister kind of consolation prize, New Orleans.
"They obviously haven't been to New Orleans," said Henry Johnson, a construction worker who spends many days baking on the rooftops of houses. "Somebody lied."
Many, many people are puzzled. San Antonio? Dallas? Compared with New Orleans, they are Aspen, they are Alaska.
"My drawers feel like an old wet diaper," said Chris Maples, an ironworker who works high up in buildings but cannot escape the heat and humidity. "It's suffocating, it's sticky. I'm soaking wet at 7 o'clock in the morning, top to bottom.
"They better do another study."
But it is not just residents who work in the heat who are offended.
Angus Lind, a popular longtime columnist for The Times-Picayune, says the city is "being denied." "New Orleans shouldn't even be ranked," he wrote. "We're tops, of course, but there should be an asterisk by the ranking with an explanation that says: `Denotes professional. All others listed as amateurs.' "
Houston followed New Orleans in the survey. Then, in order, were West Palm Beach and Orlando, Fla.; Memphis; Tampa-St. Petersburg, Fla.; Phoenix; and Miami-Fort Lauderdale.
Oddly, people in other cities deemed second-rate in sweatiness also complained. They complained in Sarasota, Fla., and St. Louis. But people here in New Orleans dismiss them, too.
You want to talk about sweat, they say, you come talk to us.
"This is not even the hottest month," said Mr. Butler, who was a porter in the now-defunct department stores on Canal Street, back before air-conditioning. "You're really going to catch the devil in August."
New Orleans has, over the years, held many titles. It has been called the most elegant, for its architecture, and the fattest — but that ranking fell to fifth recently, again causing ill will over a crown denied. It is almost universally regarded as the most raucous, a title unlikely to slip as long as there are drive- through daiquiri stands.
It has been called the most termite prone, the most potholed, the most aromatic — for reasons good and bad. It has been dubbed the most long- suffering — for the beloved Saints professional football team — and the most mildewed, because it is so hot and so wet.
People here mean no disrespect to San Antonio or Dallas. New Orleans, they say, is just special.
"I have never had a good hair day," said Sara Moppin, who sells fruity rum drinks from Mango Mango, a bar on Bourbon Street.
People here try to cheat the humidity. Men who wear suits to work say they will take a spare shirt. Some people like a midday shower.
But others suffer even more because of their convictions.
Jim Tohapaxno sells bottled water and soft drinks from his cart on Royal Street. Mr. Tohapaxno was a fan of Dale Earnhardt, the black-clad race car driver who was killed in a crash at Daytona last year. In mourning, Mr. Tohapaxno decided to wear all black for two years. He stands all day in his heat-drawing clothes, his pouring sweat turning his black shirt a salty gray.
"This is the sweatiest city in the country," Mr. Tohapaxno said, as he melted. He vacations in San Antonio. It does not compare.
Lorenzo Butler said the thing he hates most is the ordeal of disrobing. "I've torn more undershirts, trying to get them off," he said.
He walked slowly off to catch a bus, his umbrella protecting him from a hot blue sky. It rains a lot in the afternoons here, and he is prepared — if it does, if it does not.
Either way, he will be wet when he gets home.
And don't call me dude.
heh.
In New Orleans, Sweatiness Is All a Matter of Civic Pride
By RICK BRAGG
NEW ORLEANS, July 14 — In his 80 years in New Orleans, Lorenzo Butler has learned the things he can affect, and the things he cannot.
When he walks the hot concrete sidewalk along Canal Street, pushing through air that clings to his skin like cellophane, he hides from the July sun beneath a big, sturdy, black umbrella. The sun, he can handle.
But the sweat, the constant, trickling, dripping, soaking sweat, a man just has to bow to, like a graven idol. Here, in this city surrounded by swamp and water and simmered in 90-degree-plus temperatures, the humid air draws the sweat out so fast that a man just rains into his clothes from the inside out.
"Some can't stand it, some of them falls out in it," said Mr. Butler, of the heat and humidity and the mess they make of a well-dressed man. Even in this wicked heat, he wore a white starched shirt, brown polyester pants, striped tie, white sneakers and a porkpie hat — he had been to pay his taxes, and always likes to look sharp when he deals with the government.
"I ain't never falled out yet," he said. "I was born in August."
In New Orleans, where people will celebrate just about anything if they can get the brass band lined up in time, residents talk about their sweatiness with a sense of pride. It is a hardship they cannot overcome, only live with, and in that defiance is their victory.
So when a nationally advertised deodorant company recently announced that a scientific study had found that New Orleans was only the third-sweatiest city in the country, many people here felt slighted.
"You don't need lungs to live in New Orleans," said Derwin Naquin, a construction company owner who was soaked in sweat after a day of lifting steel beams. "You need gills."
The makers of Old Spice, using a formula that averaged the high temperatures and high humidity of major cities in June, July and August, determined that San Antonio was the sweatiest city, followed by Dallas-Fort Worth, and, in a kissing-your-sister kind of consolation prize, New Orleans.
"They obviously haven't been to New Orleans," said Henry Johnson, a construction worker who spends many days baking on the rooftops of houses. "Somebody lied."
Many, many people are puzzled. San Antonio? Dallas? Compared with New Orleans, they are Aspen, they are Alaska.
"My drawers feel like an old wet diaper," said Chris Maples, an ironworker who works high up in buildings but cannot escape the heat and humidity. "It's suffocating, it's sticky. I'm soaking wet at 7 o'clock in the morning, top to bottom.
"They better do another study."
But it is not just residents who work in the heat who are offended.
Angus Lind, a popular longtime columnist for The Times-Picayune, says the city is "being denied." "New Orleans shouldn't even be ranked," he wrote. "We're tops, of course, but there should be an asterisk by the ranking with an explanation that says: `Denotes professional. All others listed as amateurs.' "
Houston followed New Orleans in the survey. Then, in order, were West Palm Beach and Orlando, Fla.; Memphis; Tampa-St. Petersburg, Fla.; Phoenix; and Miami-Fort Lauderdale.
Oddly, people in other cities deemed second-rate in sweatiness also complained. They complained in Sarasota, Fla., and St. Louis. But people here in New Orleans dismiss them, too.
You want to talk about sweat, they say, you come talk to us.
"This is not even the hottest month," said Mr. Butler, who was a porter in the now-defunct department stores on Canal Street, back before air-conditioning. "You're really going to catch the devil in August."
New Orleans has, over the years, held many titles. It has been called the most elegant, for its architecture, and the fattest — but that ranking fell to fifth recently, again causing ill will over a crown denied. It is almost universally regarded as the most raucous, a title unlikely to slip as long as there are drive- through daiquiri stands.
It has been called the most termite prone, the most potholed, the most aromatic — for reasons good and bad. It has been dubbed the most long- suffering — for the beloved Saints professional football team — and the most mildewed, because it is so hot and so wet.
People here mean no disrespect to San Antonio or Dallas. New Orleans, they say, is just special.
"I have never had a good hair day," said Sara Moppin, who sells fruity rum drinks from Mango Mango, a bar on Bourbon Street.
People here try to cheat the humidity. Men who wear suits to work say they will take a spare shirt. Some people like a midday shower.
But others suffer even more because of their convictions.
Jim Tohapaxno sells bottled water and soft drinks from his cart on Royal Street. Mr. Tohapaxno was a fan of Dale Earnhardt, the black-clad race car driver who was killed in a crash at Daytona last year. In mourning, Mr. Tohapaxno decided to wear all black for two years. He stands all day in his heat-drawing clothes, his pouring sweat turning his black shirt a salty gray.
"This is the sweatiest city in the country," Mr. Tohapaxno said, as he melted. He vacations in San Antonio. It does not compare.
Lorenzo Butler said the thing he hates most is the ordeal of disrobing. "I've torn more undershirts, trying to get them off," he said.
He walked slowly off to catch a bus, his umbrella protecting him from a hot blue sky. It rains a lot in the afternoons here, and he is prepared — if it does, if it does not.
Either way, he will be wet when he gets home.
And don't call me dude.
heh.
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