Settling in

Computer woes continue. Never trust any merchandise with an NYC Department of Education stamp on it . . .

Yet we soldier on. Kantor slept in and got his hands dirty; O'Brien and I got up early for a date with the mayor.

That nondescript blur somewhere near the center of the frame is The Honorable Ray Nagin, handsome devil that he is. Still gettin' the kinks worked out on the new digital camera. I promise the pics on the other end of this link are of much higher quality . . .

Wasn't lyin', was I? That's a pretty direct response to most of what I heard coming from the Mayor's mouth this morning at the Convention Center(!), at what was supposed to be an opportunity to spread the word about Mardi Gras Service Corps, but turned out to be a love-in for contractors eager to find a space at the $10 billion Federal trough. Disappointing. Rest of the day was spent fliering up and down Magazine Street and the French Quarter - only disappointment there being that I never broke a sweat. Maybe tomorrow . . .

Here's a little treat from my tour of the Ninth Ward to sign off . . .

Journalism under pressure sucks . . .

-Dan