Texas is dry. Not dry like in The Untouchables, but dry as in bush fires, bans on washing cars, and wild animals coming into the town in search of water. Dry like a desert bone. All kinds of records have tumbled since I moved to Hell’s armpit, most notably the “most days over 100F” one.… Continue reading On Renaissance Fairs
Port Aransas holds a complicated place in my heart. For one, it’s the first place that my now-wife and I went on vacation together; on the other hand, on that trip I discovered via Facebook the first round of layoffs at my job – I still remained employed then, but the writing was on the… Continue reading On Port Aransas, TX
Rebellious irony.
Beware of quicksand? My childhood fears come true, here in the land of the free? Absolutely.
As an Englishman abroad, Xmas can be a time of mixed feelings. Life in Austin is mostly wonderful, but it’s easy to feel maudlin about family and friends so far away. Although distance does mean there’s definitely less pressure on the present-buying front… Starting new traditions is basically a self-serving way of forming a holiday… Continue reading On Xmas Traditions
It seems like the concept of the “woolly hat” doesn’t quite translate to Texan.
Don’t you pine for these long-lost days when politics was more civil and we could disagree with each other without things going insane?
