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Received an email. This picture was attached. :) Im pleased to announce that Scott Bakula actor known for his roles on such hit television series as Quantum Leap, Star Trek Enterprise, Chuck, and most recently NCIS New Orleans has joined the Nobel Peace Prize Nominated & U.S. Congressionally recognized Goodwill Treaty For #WorldPeace a project of - OC

New Orleans - USA

New Orleans is one of the most architecturally diverse cities in the USA. One of the most iconic styles in the city are Creole townhouses. This style of townhouse occupies much of the cities French Quarter, and the Faubourg Marigny area. Creole townhouses were built after the Great New Orleans Fire of 1788, and up until the mid 19th century. Some features of the style are courtyards, thick walls, arcades, and cast iron balconies.  The facades of the townhouses sit on the property boundary, usually with arched doorways and windows. 

There are many organisations in New Orleans that are dedicated to preserving the history of the neighbourhoods in the city. These organisations include the Friends of the Cabildo, who also offer walking tours of the French Quarter.
The Myth of the Kindly General Lee
The legend of the Confederate leader’s heroism and decency is based in the fiction of a person who never existed.
By Adam Serwer

The strangest part about the continued personality cult of Robert E. Lee is how few of the qualities his admirers profess to see in him he actually possessed.

Memorial Day has the tendency to conjure up old arguments about the Civil War. That’s understandable; it was created to mourn the dead of a war in which the Union was nearly destroyed, when half the country rose up in rebellion in defense of slavery. This year, the removal of Lee’s statue in New Orleans has inspired a new round of commentary about Lee, not to mention protests on his behalf by white supremacists.

The myth of Lee goes something like this: He was a brilliant strategist and devoted Christian man who abhorred slavery and labored tirelessly after the war to bring the country back together.

There is little truth in this. Lee was a devout Christian, and historians regard him as an accomplished tactician. But despite his ability to win individual battles, his decision to fight a conventional war against the more densely populated and industrialized North is considered by many historians to have been a fatal strategic error.

But even if one conceded Lee’s military prowess, he would still be responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Americans in defense of the South’s authority to own millions of human beings as property because they are black. Lee’s elevation is a key part of a 150-year-old propaganda campaign designed to erase slavery as the cause of the war and whitewash the Confederate cause as a noble one. That ideology is known as the Lost Cause, and as historian David Blight writes, it provided a “foundation on which Southerners built the Jim Crow system.”

New Orleans is in your soul, your heart, your roots — it anchors who you are and you take it with you wherever you go.

Mtangulizi Sanyika, an academic who left New Orleans after his house flooded and ended up staying in Texas. He is chairman of the New Orleans Association of Houston.

Read more: ‘New Orleans West’: Houston is home for many evacuees 10 years after Hurricane Katrina

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! :D so I love writing but have a hard time developing plot! I've gotten as far as my main characters heading to New Orleans to investigate mysterious murders! Do you have any ideas of what can go down in NO to bring the two mains closer together? :)

Hello Nonny!

It’s great to hear that you have main characters ready to go - that is, of course, a very important aspect in the writing process, but developing a plot is also very difficult. So, to help you with your problem, I thought that rather than explicitly giving you ideas of a plot like “Character A and Character B come upon a radioactive squirrel” or something along those lines, I’d just give bits of dialogue, descriptions, or little thoughts that could potentially correlate with your original idea of traveling to New Orleans to investigate some murders. I am giving you complete and utter permission to use any part of this post that you wish. Hopefully this helps you out!

- admin °m°


List of Various Bits:

(they = any character in your story; simply enter a name or other pronoun if necessary)

  • “So what if I decided it would be best to not walk down a dark abandoned alleyway at night - I suppose I haven’t the slightest clue what came over me. What the hell was I thinking?!” they threw up their arms sarcastically.
  • “Alright, fantastic, although, keep in mind that I’ve elected to stay here rather than leaving, and I’m the one with the pepper spray, so, it’s up to you, really,” they shrugged indifferently from their reclined position.
  • A gust of wind blew across the entirety of the street, sending it into darkness. The only thing visible to the naked eye was the panicked frozen breath wheezing from their mouth.
  • “You decided to play wid fire, sweedheart - dees is whad fire feels like,” murmured the Oracle.
  • The local police department consisted of one middle-aged man, a goth teenage intern, and an extremely disturbing little girl who doesn’t seem to ever leave her home atop the water cooler. Why they believed this was an adequate police station, I haven’t the slightest clue.
  • Some people say that being shot is one of the most painful events a person can withstand - I can assure you, that seeing a bullet rip through the chest of the one you have devoted your existence to is like a thousand arrows piercing your heart at precisely the same moment, branding the single thing that you could not imagine living without with the fire of an infinite number of suns. That is what true pain feels like.
  • A single legend that truly scared me as a child was the story that my father used to tell me about the living shadows. He would turn on every light in the house, draw shut every curtain, lock every door, and gently sit me on his lap. He’d always tell me that everything he told me shook with truth, and I can’t deny that I could always see it in his eyes and in his wavering voice when he spoke of the shadows. Of course, as a child, I believed every word he said, especially when he said that he destroyed every last one - until now, that is. 
  • “I swear to GOD ALMIGHTY, IF YOU DON’T TURN OFF THAT GODFORSAKEN SONG, I WILL PUNCH YOU DIRECTLY IN THE FACE,” they screeched from within the confines of the police car.
  • And with a last great heave lifted the disfigured coffin from its musty grave. After ‘clearing the air,’ as it were, they grinned and asked us with that unsettling smile. “So…who wants to see a dead body?”
  • “Are we genuinely qualified to be doing this? Because I have a strange feeling that the resounding answer will be ‘absolutely positively not’ in most states.”
  • “Why don’t you just stand over there - yes over there - in that corner. Yes, that corner. Yes, I know there’s a draft - why do you think I told you to go to the corner? Just, go…why is this such an issue?” they groaned frustratedly to the person on the other line. “Why are you not in the corner? Are you there?…Are you really?…You’re lying, aren’t you? Yes, you are, don’t lie, you know that’s frowned upon.” "Who - who are they–” they started. "You really don’t want to know, honestly,” they grimaced.
  • “But the library has always been the best –” "Correction: it always used to be the best place for research. Now, do you know what I can do? I can take my phone, pull up Google, and browse for the nearest strip club that has sexy looking librarians. My god, the wonders of technology,” they sighed.
  • “…Well, how did they die?” they asked, eyebrows pulling together. "Well f*** me if I know. It certainly couldn’t be a heart attack or something natural - that would mean we had the night off, wouldn’t it,” they trailed off sarcastically.
  • A quick flash passed my peripheral vision when suddenly a scorching heat pressed against my exposed wrist, immediately incinerating the first several layers of skin. In an attempt to ease the onslaught, I snatched at my wrist, that now was badly damaged.
  • “This…this is the best sandwich I’ve ever tasted,” they praised in between mouthfuls of the mammoth sub. "You’re making it seem like you’ve never eaten before,” they joked. Completely seriously, they replied “Who says that I have?”
  • “New Orleans is a magical place full of wonder beyond your wildest dreams - I can assure you, if you are looking for someone in particular, you’ll find dem soon enough.”