Tipping Point(s)

Let no one ever say otherwise: the reputation that the riders of the Krewe of Thoth have earned for their throwing skills remains utterly intact. Most of the fingers, house windows, beer bottles, and tree limbs along Magazine Street may not be, but in war zones, that’s called collateral damage. Should the MLB find itself in need of a new feeder team, look past the New Orleans Zephyrs. These guys are it.

Surrounded by swathes of wanton destruction today, and laughing, delirious crowds celebrating it all, my Mardi Gras draws to a close. After a slew of phenomenal parades and parties, I’m sorry to miss the further revelry of Lundi Gras, tomorrow, and Fat Tuesday itself, but I’m looking forward to attending Tipping Point in Newcastle later this week. For anyone in the UK and Europe with an interest in climate and the arts, Tipping Point is a pivotal gathering of minds. Reuniting with old friends and meeting new ones as well — hardly a better way to spend the week.

Needless to say, I’ve packed a few beads. Just in case.