#ay

I'm always mentally photographing everything as practice. ↗

— Minor White

#everything #i #mentally #photographing #practice

I'll play until they have to scrape me off the stage. ↗

— James Young

#me #off #play #scrape #stage

I would say my theme has always been paradise lost, always the lost cause, the lost leader, the lost utopia. ↗

— Marguerite Young

#been #cause #i #leader #lost

To encapsulate the notion of Mardi Gras as nothing more than a big drunk is to take the simple and stupid way out, and I, for one, am getting tired of staying stuck on simple and stupid. Mardi Gras is not a parade. Mardi Gras is not girls flashing on French Quarter balconies. Mardi Gras is not an alcoholic binge. Mardi Gras is bars and restaurants changing out all the CD's in their jukeboxes to Professor Longhair and the Neville Brothers, and it is annual front-porch crawfish boils hours before the parades so your stomach and attitude reach a state of grace, and it is returning to the same street corner, year after year, and standing next to the same people, year after year--people whose names you may or may not even know but you've watched their kids grow up in this public tableau and when they're not there, you wonder: Where are those guys this year? It is dressing your dog in a stupid costume and cheering when the marching bands go crazy and clapping and saluting the military bands when they crisply snap to. Now that part, more than ever. It's mad piano professors converging on our city from all over the world and banging the 88's until dawn and laughing at the hairy-shouldered men in dresses too tight and stalking the Indians under Claiborne overpass and thrilling the years you find them and lamenting the years you don't and promising yourself you will next year. It's wearing frightful color combination in public and rolling your eyes at the guy in your office who--like clockwork, year after year--denies that he got the baby in the king cake and now someone else has to pony up the ten bucks for the next one. Mardi Gras is the love of life. It is the harmonic convergence of our food, our music, our creativity, our eccentricity, our neighborhoods, and our joy of living. All at once. ↗

— Chris Rose

#katrina #mardi-gras #new-orleans #attitude

He owned a service station, and I used to go there and piddle around - pump some gas, get in the way. ↗

— Jack Youngblood

#gas #get #go #i #owned

My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way. ↗

— Henny Youngman

#dresses #kill #same #she #way

When God sneezed, I didn't know what to say. ↗

— Henny Youngman

#i #know #say #sneezed

We used to play a lot outdoors, not in leagues, but just in our spare time. ↗

— Steve Yzerman

#leagues #lot #our #outdoors #play

We have to get better at that. All of the Stanley Cup winning teams throughout the past few seasons, when they needed to play defense, they did it. If you can play defense, that's when you know it's game over. ↗

— Steve Yzerman

#cup #defense #did #few #game

In a normal time, I don't think economic policy makes a large difference one way or another. But in times of crisis it makes all the difference in the world. ↗

— Mark Zandi

#crisis #difference #economic #economic policy #i