Tag Archives: texas
August 7, 2015 by Lisa |
It’s summertime in Texas. I was about to tell you what that is like, but then I remembered that how it feels has been already been perfectly depicted. Summertime in Texas goes like this:
Basically that’s what happens to you if you go outside between the hours of roughly 10 AM and midnight.
That is a lot of indoor time, and I get a sort of cabin fever I refer to as The Summer Malaise. So to combat this, I’ve taken to getting up early one day of the weekend, getting out the map and looking for roads and trails that are new to me. The trick is it has to be somewhere I can go to and get back from between sunrise and 10 AM.
Here’s the first installment . . .
Webberville Park, Webberville
Colorado River Bridge, Bastrop. Home of the International Society of Bridge Spitters.
June 15, 2014 by Lisa |
April 21, 2013 by Lisa |
Travels around Texas so far in 2013 . . .
Henry Moore, Nasher Sculpture Center, Dallas
Luminarium by Architects of the Air, Austin
Baker Hotel, Mineral Wells
Fort Worth Modern Art Museum
A triumphant re-taking of the title to the world’s largest pecan
World’s largest cedar rocking chair, Lipan
November 27, 2011 by Lisa |
I hung out with some deer. They don’t take direction very well, and sometimes they leave deer slobber on your camera lens. One is called Old Mama, and one is called Fanny, and in the background somewhere is The One Who Could Use A Good Conditioning Treatment.
June 9, 2011 by Lisa |
An impressive collection of Oscar nominees giving the worst performances of their careers, timely issues such as border security, nuclear power plant safety, and oil spills in the gulf . . . this can all be found in one of the best worst movies of all time, 1978’s The Swarm.
The film opens on a ravaged military base in an undisclosed Texas location that is surrounded by desert and Joshua Trees from California. Everybody is dead. One man even managed to be dead while leaning against a wall with his arm over his head. What could have caused this? Enter Michael Caine, Famous Bee Scientist.
The problem, Michael informs everyone, is illegal immigration. Border fences and checkpoints could not stop a giant swarm of African killer bees from entering the state. The bees are “more virulent than the Australian Brown-Box Jellyfish.” Four stings and you’re dead. Two stings get you a 50% chance of survival, and a 100% chance of having giant bee hallucinations.
Bee mayhem ensues. A lot of Texans die in slow motion. The bees are crafty, they can take down helicopters and derail trains. They soon set their sights on a nuclear power plant. The plant manager informs Richard Chamberlain, Slightly Less Famous Bee Scientist, that the facility is entirely safe. Nothing can possibly go wrong. “In all your fail-safe techniques,” asks Richard, “is there a provision for an attack by killer bees?” The plant explodes approximately two minutes after the bees arrive. (Homeland Security, please make a note to look into this provision.)
The bees head for Houston. After insecticides prove inefficient, the president calls for a measure of last resort. Burn down the city. Guys on the ground with flame throwers try to burn down brick row houses that are exactly unlike anything in Houston. The bees, seeing as how they have wings, simply fly away from the fires. Houston is destroyed, the bees live.
Finally, Michael Caine figures it out. Spoiler alert! He creates a massive oil spill on the gulf, uses bee sex sounds to lure the bees over the water, then fires a missile at the oil slick and blows them up. Against all logic, this seems to work . . . or does it? (Buzz, buzz.)
So the next time we’re burning off an oil spill in the gulf, let’s try to make the best of the situation by pretending we’re saving the world.
November 8, 2010 by Lisa |
Self with Mexico:
I stopped at the Terlingua Trading Company, where I was surprised to see Clay Henry. The Clay Henries are a famous line of beer-drinking goats. They lived in the neighboring town of Lajitas, at what used to be the town’s only store. They liked beer. Especially Lone Star. One of the first Clay Henries was elected mayor of the town. A subsequent Clay Henry was castrated by someone who was jealous that the goat could drink beer on Sunday morning, and he could not. I was looking forward to visiting Clay Henry on my first trip out there, but that day he was at the dentist.
Here he is now:
Indigenous roadkill spotted: Badger, skunk, coyote.