Valentine’s Day= Stolen Poetry
Once upon a time, I used to write a lot of poetry. So when I came across this passage by Richard Siken, I had to share it with both of you. I spent the...
Author: Anna
I Feel at Home in New York City…and Sometimes I Wonder Why!
A couple of weeks ago, I was lucky enough to flee a big snowstorm in Boston, and go spend some time in NYC. When I was there I stayed with my cousin, her baby...
Someone used one of my pictures! Again!
Oh look, someone used one of my pictures in a blog post. It’s the little things that matter.But, let’s be honest. Not many people other than me would be taking pictures of a 7-11...
My close encounter with winter:
It’s snowing again in Boston. Again. I know, I know. It’s kind of what’s expected right now, what with it being the darkest part of the year. “January in the Northeast…would you expect anything...
Snowpocalypse ’11
I’ve been lucky enough to be on the East Coast this past week for a close encounter with some VERY Winter weather. I know I’m from Texas, but I assure you that things have...
It’s Cold in Boston.
Originally uploaded by annainaustin Just wanted to share this picture of snowy Boston with you. There’s more to come on my close encounter with Snowpocalypse ’11!
We Are So Not Having a Heatwave [Extra Extra]
. .. . . . . . .. . If you haven’t seen the story about the two dudes arrested in downtown Austin for a DWI — on a horse and a mule —...
Turkey Day Countdown: T-Minus One [Extra Extra]
We can’t do better than the original title to this blog post: How to Have a Hipster Thanksgiving. The Houston Press wants your Thanksgiving to be full of “creamy white deliciousness.†Don’t miss the...
It’s strange how much of my past is on the Internet.
When I was looking for something else I’d done, I found my book review of 1997’s “new” Anne Rice that I’d totally forgotten about writing. It’s the bottom half of this two-part-er! I actually...
Things You Find when you Google Yourself!
I create things, then I forget all about them. Once I’ve published something–or posted a picture on flickr—I tend to forget about whatever it is. I’ve never really been all that curious about how people interact with what I create, once a window of about three days has passed.
I figure, if I spelled anyone’s name wrong, or forgot anything important, it would turn up during that three days. (Three days is, not un-coincidentally, about the turnaround for a huffy letter-to-the-editor to arrive, citing exactly what someone is unhappy about. Trust me on this.)
