Oh, my god! How very original!! New Yorkers making fun of Houston. Ah... They're so cutting and biting and wounding of those of us who live in flyover country.

I mean, I've never heard any of that shit before.

In late 2006, I Raced for the Cure. It was a 5K deal, with 25,000 of my closest friends at some godawful hour of the morning. It was my first major event in my quest to run the half marathon four months later. I ran most of it, and I was enormously proud of myself. Afterwards, I wandered over to the MidTown Farmer's Market and reveled in the ( Read more... )

I think, in an effort to erase the whole thing from my memory*, I forgot to mention the details of brunch on Sunday. Smash and I, just a day or two before, mentioned that it'd been awhile since we've done brunch. Lo and behold, Sunday morning, we got texts from Candyman informing us of plans to meet at Cyclone Anaya. Many margaritas were consumed ( Read more... )

Have I mentioned that we're going to see Wilco on Friday ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is Go Texan! Day. Somewhere, there's a picture of me and my siblings posing in front of my dad's car on Go Texan! Day before we went to school that day. We went to a catholic school, and generally we were supposed to wear uniforms, but on Go Texan! Day, we were allowed to "celebrate our Western heratige" by wearing cowboy getup ( Read more... )

This is in my inbox. I got it after I clicked on this link and went ahead and filled out a form.

***THIS IS A CONFIRMATION THAT YOU ARE ON STANDBY FOR ENTRY TO THE EVENT. PLEASE PRINT THIS AND BRING IT WITH YOU. IF SPACE BECOMES AVAILABLE YOU WILL BE ADMITTED. STANDBY ADMISSION IS GRANTED ON A FIRST-COME, FIRST-SERVED BASIS ( Read more... )

What the fuck happened to taking responsibility? It's as if there's a formula these days for mea culpas, and every single one of them blames drugs or alcohol.

Take, for example, the Houston attorney general, who was an idiot and used his official e-mail address for stuff he had no business using that address for*: "Although I have enjoyed ( Read more... )

From my friend Heather: Dear Friend in the Arts ( Read more... )

When I went to my car this morning, I figured that the football sized clump of soap bubbles in my front lawn came from a neighbor's washing machine.

Someone, I thought, went a little overboard with the detergent.

This is true, but the neighbor was a little further away than I thought. And no conventional washing machine was used.


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I sat on Santa's lap at Lights in the Heights on Saturday night. A photo was taken, but not until after my friend Buttery righted herself from tripping while climbing into the sleigh. Still, in the picture, Santa looks a little befuddled to have both of us on his lap ( Read more... )