At the Racetrack
Kind of shocked to be spending Friday night at the racetrack, even if it’s for a screening of ROAD WARRIOR. Update: Pictures! Alamo Drafthouse inflatable screen in the middle of the racetrack! Sometimes the...
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Kind of shocked to be spending Friday night at the racetrack, even if it’s for a screening of ROAD WARRIOR. Update: Pictures! Alamo Drafthouse inflatable screen in the middle of the racetrack! Sometimes the...
I hope that by now you’ve seen the Conan O’Brian doc “Can’t Stop” about the time between the end of his hosting The Tonight Show and taking his talk show to cable. “This is...
There’s nothing more frustrating than trying to teach your furry family members how to clearly enunciate their own street address and phone number. Even if you do manage to teach your doggie your digits,...
Being that I’ve spent so much time in Asheville over the years, I tend to forget that other people don’t have the same visual references that I do for the city. So here’s a...
Dogwood tree in Bloom, April 2012 For the last 200 or so years, my family has been living in the hills around Asheville, N.C. This means I’ve been going to Asheville ever since I...
In many ways this past weekend in Austin has felt like a stop on the time travel train. I’m convinced that sometime in the future, time travel is a functional thing, much the way...
I suspect that you’ve heard about the Secret Service sex scandal where President Obama’s advance team in Cartagena, Colombia allegedly hired prostitutes, then failed to pay at least one of them. While the investigation...
You’ve heard the one about how a picture says a thousand words? This week’s $1 billion acquisition of the mobile phone picture-sharing service Instagram by social media giant Facebook says even more. It tells...
As I sit on my sofa, chilling with my post SXSW cold, while watching Downton Abbey, I’m really grateful for modern medicine. I so would not want Lady Grantham in charge of my healthcare...
One of my earliest childhood memories is of hanging out laundry with my grandmother. Early on humid Houston mornings, my East Texas-born grandmother would haul a load of wet wash down her back steps...