Bourbon Street, with its bars, restaurants and clubs, is known as one of the most popular places to hang out in the Big Easy. Found on this lively venue are many street vendors and musicians who provide entertainment, often for a few fleeting moments before the crowds move on and they’re forgotten.
I woke up at 4:30 a.m., fell asleep in the shower and somehow managed to throw clothes on my body by 5:07 a.m.
Most New Orleans natives spice their red beans and rice with cayenne pepper and dried thyme, but the Alexis Family uses what they like to call their special ingredient — mutant pepper. The kick in theirs comes from a chili of the homeland they left two generations ago — Honduras.
Drivers in Shreveport might start slowing down after more than 100 traffic tickets were issued in a three-hour period on Wednesday. Shreveport police officers, in conjunction with Louisiana state troopers, are cracking down on speeding on Interstate 49.
The chief mechanic of the Deepwater Horizon oil rig testified Wednesday that a BP official and a Deepwater rig manager were arguing on board the rig, just hours before the April 20 explosion.
For the past month, Laura Underwood, a hair stylist in Houma, La., has swept the floor of the Aha! salon, gathering hair clippings and stuffing them into grocery bags. She also asked other salons for their leftover hair but under one condition—that they wash it first.
Since late April, salons in different parts of the country have been gathering excess hair from haircuts in hopes it would be used to clean up the oil spill. But even though the idea was rejected on Friday by the people in charge of all response efforts, neither the salons nor the organization that started the initiative are letting up.
On Thursday, a Greenpeace boat with seven journalists aboard traveled along the Gulf Coast and stopped at the mouth of the Mississippi River. Then they saw it: The oil spill causing one of the worst environmental disasters in the country’s history. Sadly, there was not enough space for me on the boat.
Avid, the video editing program, is my sworn enemy. It enjoys taking a significantly long time to capture videos, forces me to use its color-coded, strange-looking keyboard and thrives off erasing my work when I take bathroom breaks.
Who knew that 8:30 p.m. could ever qualify as the middle of the day? Well, at the Student Journalism Institute, all 24 of us are learning this lesson well and fast. Our midday session, the last one before the ceremonial opening of the newsroom, was all about video.
