I am doing my southern talks starting today: Details here. New Orleans tonight; Houston tomorrow night. I'm trying to think of regionally specific humor to use for New Orleans but also Houston in particular, so feel free to post any suggestions. You know, something along the lines of, when in Michigan make fun of Ohio State, when at Ohio State, make fun of Michigan....
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Food, clothing and shelter are generally listed as the three necessities of life. Close behind those three, in my view, is music. If I was forced to choose between being blind and deaf, I would choose blindness. That's how difficult it is to imagine living in a world without music.
"And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. "
- BoB Dylan
Tired of Simpson reruns and the exploits of Friends?
[From the WSTA]
I'm really proud of two of my old high school classmates who still live in New Orleans, Cory Morton and Hal Braden.
Chris,
You've got a lot of comedy material for Houston: roaches, humidity, traffic and Republicans!
- Rich
The only Houstan joke I know is Tom Delay and it is just not funny.
I'm from Utah, so perhaps I don't know anything, but I get the impression the people of New Orleans are a mite upset with this location so perhaps you could try some humor at the expense of its inhabitants.
When in Houston one can always make fun of the the three-cornered relationship between the Owls, the Aggies and Longhorns. And related to Rich Wilbourn's comment on the humidity, the land on which Houston lies is so flat that they have signs on the bayous so the water know which way is Galveston Bay. An long dead columnist, George Fehrman (sp?) for Houston's one time morning paper, The Post, used to refer to Houston as Baghdad-on-the-Bayou. He often said that Houston was uninhabitable untill the advent of air-conditioning. And having grown up there, in a house that lacked air-conditioning, I can attest to that. And in those days of yore before air-conditioning, if one didn't wear a pair of leather shoes at least weekly, their insides would become rich with green mold.
The old Houston house in which I grew up was built over a two foot high crawl space. The floors, walls and ceiling had no insulation in them and the windows, lacking weatherstipping, rattled in their frames when the wind blew. I've lived in New England, upstate New York, and Pennsylvania since leaving high school and yet, I've never been colder than in that old house in Houston in the winter. Houston was a miserable place before the advent of air-conditioning, insulation, and indoor malls.