Posted: May 22nd, 2011 | Author: | 1 Comment »


My name is Thomas Siu. I am 11 years old. I am a Primary 6 student at St. Joseph’s Primary School. My father is a banker and my mother is a lawyer. We live in the Mid-levels. Tonight I have piano lesson. My helper is taking me. I do not like piano. I want to play the trumpet.

My mother says piano is important. I am working toward grade 8. I practice for an hour and a half every evening, before my mother comes home. I am very good. My helper sits with me. She turns the pages. At the moment I am learning “Nocturne in B” by Chopin. My helper says it sounds like a piano concert. My helper has never been to a piano concert. She is from Indonesia. She likes to listen to me play, but I don’t like to play. I want to play the trumpet.

My father has not heard “Nocturne in B” by Chopin yet. He didn’t hear me play my grade 7 pieces either. He was pleased that I got a “distinction” though, because he said “make sure you get a distinction for grade 8.” He gave me 200 dollars. He said I will get 500 dollars for my grade 8. I don’t want 500 dollars. I want a trumpet.

My helper is saying that it is time to go to piano lesson. We will take a taxi there. My piano teacher is Mr. Lai. Mr. Lai also teaches trumpet. I always hear the student before me finishing her trumpet lesson. She is not very good. Her mother or her father waits for her outside Mr. Lai’s music room. When she comes out, her mother hugs her, or her father says “well done.” Sometimes, the girl looks at me and smiles, carrying her trumpet.


Posted: May 22nd, 2011 | Author: | No Comments »

In 2004, a young woman was standing at the Food Store on St. Philip & North Robertson, a pretty busy corner in the neighborhood of Treme. She watched as police pulled up behind the truck of Joe Williams, the then 22-year-old trombonist for the Hot 8 Brass Band, and shoot him nine times. In the NOPD police report, cops say Williams was pulled over for driving an allegedly stolen vehicle when he suddenly reversed into the police cruiser. This made cops fear for their safety and fire on him. Not what she saw, the young woman said, recalling the blood running down a long streak in the street.

With police around, neighbors expected the paramedics to drop by shortly. “But I didn’t see one ambulance, other people didn’t see any ambulance,” said Raymond Williams, another member of the band. “That became a question in the crowd:’Why no ambulance?’” Something the top brass have yet to answer.



Posted: May 22nd, 2011 | Author: | No Comments »


1. See if he is attracted by a magnet: Brass is an alloy of zinc and copper and will be attracted by a magnet, whereas gold will not be.

2. Dip in muriatic acid: Gold will not react, but brass will turn dark brown.

3. Conduct density test: Fill bathtub to the brim with water and place roommate in the tub. Catch whatever water spills out and weigh it. Weigh roommate separately. The weight ratio of roommate to water will be 8.5.

Conclusion: Roommate is made of neither brass nor gold.


Posted: May 22nd, 2011 | Author: | No Comments »

There once was a man from Wellingbourough,
Who selected a home- now in escrow,
He viewed the patina under glass,
Found the copper really was brass,
So he settled for a home in Market Harbourough.