Asana today, asada tomorrow? Goat yoga comes to Austin 10

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…

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The proof of the pudding is, fortunately, not in the advertising 4

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?

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Festival Fashion for the Rocker of a Certain Age 1

As I was walking out the door to go to my first rock concert decades ago, my father interrogated me about my attire (for the record, a button-down Oxford cloth shirt and a pair of Levi’s.). He asked why, if I was going to a concert, was I not wearing a jacket and tie? When I told him that no one would be dressed like that, he assured me that “the Jefferson Airplanes will all be wearing jackets and ties.” (For the record, they were not.)

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