Friday, December 30, 2005

Photo of the Day



After what seemed an eternity, the holiday duties have past and I've returned to the Texan landscape. Although the symptoms are inconclusive at this time, I believe I'm going through taco withdrawl. I neeeed me a taco!! So, I'm draggin' my 'ol pal Twisty out to the Taco Deli to rustle one up.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Bush, Our Almighty Protector


While sleeping at our posts and ignoring the terrorist alert colors, we had daddy Bush on our side watching for us all. It's not enough that these unlawful evesdropping measures were used to monitor American citizens, but Bush said today in his White House address that he would not hesitate to continue to authorize this practice. This has been enough evidence to halt the Senate from pushing to renew the Patriot Act, though it was passed with a 98-1 vote when first introduced. According to Bush, he had no other choice due to his responsibility to protect the American people. If we were not already so apathetic about eating the bullshit that comes from this administration, I believe there would be riots on the White House lawn. At what point do we allow an incompetent leader to reshape our personal liberties guaranteed in our founding documents? And where are the authorities who check and balance these raving executive orders? Sounds like this Jesus-as-co-pilot plan may have a few cracks in it.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Photo of the Day


No destruir la Tierra
Originally uploaded by -Ant-.

Holiday Advisory Board


Have yourself a lovely holiday with songs of revolution. Adbusters offers some alternate lyrics to some classic holiday carols for all you Xmas kinda' folks, complete with performance location suggestions. Have at it, kids!

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Photo of the Day

Close your eyes and swallow


So, with Mr. Ashcroft's dubious contributions to the "homeland", the time has come to renew his Patriot Act. One could only assume an outpouring of citizens would offer up their rights to privacy in exchange for securing the "homeland", but instead the Senate has blocked a vote to renew. Our Mr. Bush has taken the loosening of the regulations laid out in the P.A. to the farthest reaches and beyond, as stated in this MSNBC article, thus moving the Senate to threaten it's lapse at the year's end.
I'm left grasping at any flash of hope while this administration swallows the American public, liberties included, forever changing our face to the world in this War on Terror. Here and there I'm quite happy to see them choke, or at least hiccup.

Friday, December 16, 2005

The story of Texas

Heading the list of my ideas for submission to the Texas Dept. of Tourism is a billboard stating, “Welcome to Texas, the Promised Land”, with the grill of a mondo-sized truck pointed to greet the viewer. The truck would, of course, be a Texas edition- insert brand name here- because I’ve learned since my recent arrival, the state is its own separate market demographic. There actually are King Ranch Edition trucks, which if you’re not from Texas, like Mr. Lovett likes to point out, you may not be familiar. King Ranch is the largest cattle ranch in the state and is a household name in these parts. The truck has ranchy touches, such as, a rugged washed leather interior with heavy stitching and a full back seat for the kids or, presumably, the ranch hands.

Having relocated to Austin only a couple weeks ago from the great white North, this all has been a lot to absorb. Since my arrival I’ve been crashing with my friend Twisty and searching for a suitable apartment. After vetoing many located in so-called apartment communities, which are ubiquitous in this town, I found a cute place in central East Austin on a street named Manor Road. Only, I quickly learned that this stately street is pronounced MAY-ner, and my non-Texan pronunciation- one of many indicators- immediately marked me as a transplant. In true Texan style the building is constructed of stacked limestone with burnt orange accents settled around an oval-shaped pool. It’s pretty cute in a quirky Austin way, and I can’t complain about the possibility of an afternoon dip on, perhaps, an eighty-five degree Thanksgiving day.

All this is to say I’m experiencing my own process of Texas shock. In time, I’m sure this place will lose its foreign air. For now I have fun pointing out purely Texan things, much to the irritation of my pal Twisty, until a few years ago a displaced Texan herself. I must say I’ve never experienced a place that has as state mottos both, “Drive Friendly” and “Don’t Mess With Texas”. Although they may not be fully endorsed by the State Dept. of Tourism, they are indicative of a dichotomy of the view from outsiders versus the one from here. I’m working on welcoming this evolution of perspective on my journey to becoming a real, live Texan.