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
Beware of quicksand? My childhood fears come true, here in the land of the free? Absolutely.
In the Venn diagram center of “Scooters” and “Shooters” lies this bar. Bikers also welcome. I can only hope that the games of pool are done on the bikes, like jousting on horseback.
Like a playboy about to head into a monastery; like a drug addict about to spend hard months in rehab, I was a man about to (make a serious attempt to largely) give up sugar, and this was my last weekend of naturally flavored sweetened goodness. In theory. I made a list of the things… Continue reading On Sugar
I’m not an actual Texan, of course, so it’s hard to be certain. But this looks like the epitome of social-realist design. Look, they know we’re going to need to poop behind a dumpster one day, so why not set up actual facilities? Well done, Austin. Once more, you’re at the vanguard of what’s possible!
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?
It had only been a year since my last visit to the old country, but it had been much longer since I’d really had a chance to look around. In addition to the cold wasteland of the North East of England, I’d also be checking out my long-held prejudices of other parts of this great… Continue reading #UK2015 – 1. Cars and Planes