My dog died Wednesday. Her name was Bella, Italian for “beautiful.” Part German Shepherd and part greyhound, she was colored like a shepherd – mainly black and tan, with white on her face and the edges of her ears – and built like a greyhound – long, wasp-waisted and deep-chested. And that face! No dog was ever more aptly named.
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If you read this on a website and had no idea what was being shilled, what would you guess?
ARCHITECTS & CUSTODIANS is our soapbox where we give people who are creating change an area to share. Now is the time to generate ideas, spawn creativity, and plant inspiration to move forward. Yes…we just asked you to get off your ass and start that “thing” you’ve been over-talking about. If you’re stuck…it’s time to un-stuck. If you’re moving forward it’s time to join the conversation.
The other day Liz and I were discussing the stereotype of the grouchy older person — the “get off my goddam lawn!” dude we used to make fun of. Based largely on experience, I’m of the opinion that older people aren’t necessarily grouchy—they’re just fed up. After 60-plus years of bullshit (both theirs and others’, but especially others’) they’ve had their fill, and they’re old enough that they don’t care who they piss off.
I’ve been a writer all my life. When I was a kid I’d write stupid little stories to make my friends laugh, and I made it through college largely by writing well enough to mask the fact that I had no clue about the subject at hand.
Not content with turning St. Patrick’s Day into an excuse to wear green and swill crap beer, or to mistakenly celebrate Mexican independence on Cinco de Mayo and swill crap beer, white America is slowly doing the same for yoga. More…
I’m a member of the South Austin ROMEO (Retired Old Men Eating Out) Club, so I’m always on the lookout for new places to dine. Austin is a foodie city, so finding a good place to eat is not tough; what can be challenging, however, is separating the wheat from the chaff (or the chicken salad from the chicken shit, as I think it says in the Bible). With so many places to choose from, how does a cannabis-addled old hippie decide?
Jeff Carmack 