In Austin, we follow a beat all our own
Everyone needs a deep, dark secret. For years, mine was NBC’s supernatural soap “Passions.” In the early part of the decade, I was faithful to it, never missing lunch with its characters, closely following...
Author: Anna
Vehicular Easter eggs: Now that’s a smashing concept!
In America, love is a many-fendered thing. Like no other people on earth, Americans adore their autos, embrace them and identify with them. This love affair started with Ford’s first Model Ts and progressed...
Forensics: It’s more than CSI
Last Monday, Sandip Gupta, 19, was having a rough evening. Days away from the national championship tournament, his training session was not going well. His broad face was sweating, his arm hurt, and he...
Starry-eyed in Texas
Like thousands of others, 22-year-old Latvian singer-songwriter Goran Gora packed his bags, his guitar and his dreams of musical success, and brought them all to the 20th South by Southwest (SXSW) music festival in...
It’s a long way from Latvia to a SXSW show
The most dramatic symbol of the colossal changes that have taken place during the 20 years of the South by Southwest Music Festival might actually be a tiny lapel pin worn by a visiting...
On Oscar night, thank your lucky stars you’re not famous
It’s no coincidence that that Westminster Kennel Club dog show and the Oscars don’t happen at the same time. The grooming product supply chain couldn’t take the strain. Like the prize pooches at the...
Dick Cheney Needs A New Hunting Buddy
In light of Washington’s birthday (Feb 22), we should note that for generations American schoolchildren were force-fed the fable of George Washington fessing up to chopping down his father’s cherry tree in a spurt...
Meet a foster-care kid who built himself a life
When you see a homeless street kid, chances are you don’t think of the person who broke your heart in high school. I do. When I think of Adam Bartley, then 15, I picture...
The hot, red-headed Scotsman I loved, then returned
Call me delusional. I went looking for a fictional character in the real world and found him. It was the unlikely culmination of a torrid affair I conducted right under my husband’s nose. He...
I am a video-game widow
Like many modern married women, I’ve been saying for years that I’m a video-game widow. After all, it’s only by the occasional bursts of faux gunfire, faintly audible from the other room, that I know that my husband is alive and well.
