No. 169 - The Hair Dryer Called Austin
697 Words. 3 Minute Read.
The air was brittle, blanketing, obnoxious. Austin is like living in the path of a massive hair dryer—morning, noon, and night.
No. 167 - Cabs in Austin & Versailles
973 Words. 4 Minute Read.
As any man knows, there’s a point of no testicular return. It happens upon the submergence of Frick and Frack, when the boys and the central nervous system screech in unison—when a man would just as soon take a Louisville Slugger to the cranium as dip the old coin purse in chilly water.
No. 163 - Two Mornings in Texas
335 Words. 1 Minute Read.
There are two mornings in Texas—gloomy or glorious—and the good Lord didn’t see to putting a damn thing in between.
No. 162 - Laundromat Chronicles I: Austin
920 Words. 4 Minute Read.
Think about it—when was the last time you folded your unmentionables in the company of strangers? It’s probably been a while—if ever. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the convenience of doing these things in the privacy of your home, but there’s something humane about being part of a community, if only for an hour.