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Sentimental butterfly photo of the week: Anthanassa texana, the Texan crescent. North South Austin, May 21, 2007.
I forgot, for a few days, that I have a blog. So many bugs to photograph, so many coffee shops to haunt. And let’s face it; is there really anything I can say about patriarchy that I haven’t already […]

OK, just one more bird post and I’m done

Purple martin hotel. Manor & Chestnut, Austin. May, 2007.
Long ago, sometime after the Jurassic wound down but before the auspicious occasion of my birth, purple martins purpled freely o’er the countryside, feasting on succulent mosquitos so that Native Americans wouldn’t have to invent DEET. Then came the European invasion, bringing, along with genocide, disease, and […]

The old suicide-pact gambit: “depression hurts”

Homegirl Redneck Mother, who reads the local paper so I don’t have to, has just hipped me to this astonishing bit of Texas jurisprudence: dude murders wife, confesses, says wife asked for it, and walks.
“Remember,” Redneck Mother wrote in her email, “when I commented that consent wouldn’t mitigate murder charges?”
I remembered.
“Silly me,” said Redneck Mother.
Here’s […]

It’s only wahfer-thin

Tacos are all well and good, but two or three times a week, when dessert time rolls around, the spinster aunt yearns for a sublime, tiny overpriced morsel of brie, grilled scallops, morels, and about two sticks of butter. The brie “lasagne” at Jeffrey’s on West Lynn is indeed microscopic, but so redolent with gross […]

Giant baseballs of Austin

All-American.
Decaying abandoned baseball-on-a-tower, Old Glory flying at half mast (exhibiting adjacent gas station’s fulfillment of its patriotic duty to observe human death), cheery used car lot pennants. Not pictured at the other end of the pennants: crapulent army surplus store. Fruth St. and W. 29th, across from Spider House. April 22, 2007.
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Berserk-os

I’m still off duty, but goddammit, some political gasbag on the radio has proclaimed a National Day of Mourning for the murdered Virginia Tech students. On such occasions the first thought that coils up in my obstreperal lobe, ready to spring, is this: oh please.
I hope I don’t shock the delicate reader with my imperfectly […]

Blaming-lite, Texas edition

As you can see, it’s headed right for me.
I know. I recently intimated that once I’d returned from my tarriance in North Texas I would resume posting substantive radical feminist/science fiction critiques of contemporary civilization. Inconveniently, it turns out that it’s thunderstorming today, so I can’t possibly embark on any endeavor more intellectually strenuous than […]

Public meatloaves of Austin, now, sadly, with Garrison Keillor

Somewhat better than lutefisk: the loaf of meat at a new joint on South Congress called, I am sorry to say, The Woodland. It is the sort of place that sells plates of “comfort food” for $12, has a fake tree growing in the middle of the room, and alludes to whipped potatoes as […]

Mission statement revitalization programme, part two

Today’s unrelated Kooky South Austin photo: All That Remains of the Drunken Aerialists. South Congress Ave, February 2007
What Patriarchy Ain’t
Nothing.
[Enjoy Part One: How the Blame Got Its Name]
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Chicks-running-for-high-officewatch ‘07

Unrelated Live Music Capitol of the World photo of the day: the alley behind the Continental Club, South Austin, February 2007.
This isn’t the kind of post that drives traffic to the blog since it’s not about blow jobs, but it is nevertheless of some relevance to the patriarchy-blaming community that Mayan Quiché leftist/feminist/Nobel Peace […]




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