Life In Reverse

I Am a Liar

2009-01-01T12:55:00.000-08:00

In an earlier post I had mapped out my path of exodus from the great city of Houston, Texas. I decided instead to skip the metroplex swap of the old one for the new and, instead, made a bee line straight to the source. A residence in Austin, Texas. This is where I live now in case you didn't know yet. As infrequently as I update this blog, you probably already know. It was a good move.

Goaaalllllll!

2008-11-05T11:27:00.000-08:00

The 8 year depression is over. You did the right thing voters. America is coming back baby!

Scandinavian Pleather

2008-11-03T08:48:00.000-08:00

Malmö, Sweden's very own bearded thrashers Sista Sekunden will be playing Monday Nov.3 at the White Swan. Their lyrics are fun, positive and completely in Svenska. So bring your travelers guidebook.

Show at 9. All ages. 6 bux.

Also throwing down: Pretty Little Flower, Battle Rifle and newcomers Fan Death

What goes around...

2008-11-03T08:12:00.000-08:00

Dear Republican voters -

It's going to be painful, I know, but the initial sting of loss will turn to a mild yet acceptable ache on November 5th. Not unlike an extended bout with the common cold. Entirely manageable. However, if you find that proper execution of Constitutional Law is too intolerable, there are many support groups that will help to ease your troubled mind. But rest assured, greed and ignorance are not going anywhere my friends. There is absolutely no need to worry about our country becoming Socialist or Marxist either(since most of you don't quite understand what Marxism is anyhow). You can thank your lobbyists and your congressman in corporate America's back pocket for that. My condolences... Not!

Sincerely,
N. Coathanger

Man of the World

2008-11-03T07:27:00.000-08:00

Haven't posted in a while, so now I will bombard you. Thanks for reading.

I'm moving.

A. Houston. I live here now. I will miss people here and visit them regularly. I will not miss the city. Except for the plethora of badass taqueria's.

B. Fort Worth. I will move here for 2 months and hang with Dad. Then I will quickly leave.

C. Austin. I will call this place home, hopefully, for quite some time.

I do what I want.

Zombies

2008-09-22T10:04:00.000-07:00

This is the shot we took driving past Hollywood Cemetery in Orange, TX about 3 days after Ike rolled through. The plots are maybe 100 yards from Sabine Lake. (The circled areas indicate some of the unearthed coffins)

Here's a closer shot from AP.

Apparently blues legend Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown was among those "relocated."

Dude, where's my car?

2008-09-12T12:53:00.000-07:00

I bailed. To Fort Worth. Thought I was ready but I'm not into those kind of extreme sports. Oh but the drive was mildly brutal. That counts, right?

Maybe next time Eisenhower.

To my friends braving it: may St. Menard, Saint of Bad Weather (and possibly giant bird hats) protect you.

Foreigners Invade Houston

2008-09-11T11:46:00.000-07:00

Cola Freaks from Aarhus, Denmark are playing at the Mink September 30th. So are hometown hearthrobs The Secret Prostitutes(se habla Indonesian?) and The Caprolites.

Shits is rowdy son.

Bring it!

2008-09-10T18:20:00.001-07:00

Ike shmike. Whatchu got?

Live from a cardboard box

2008-09-10T16:45:00.000-07:00

I'm homeless now. Bad moves and misplaced trust. An exuberant thank you to those who lent a helping hand. Agitators and flakes: you're fired!

Reversal of Man

2008-09-09T13:52:00.000-07:00

Brain leak

2008-09-09T11:02:00.000-07:00

Today, blood came out of my mouth. Well, actually out of my head. Sinuses to be exact. Then for a second, I thought it possible this might be the beginning of the end. That mysterious and abrupt bloody nose. The trip to the oncologist for a brain scan followed by a plane ticket back home to my family would have been scheduled five minutes after the blood stopped flowing. Not today. This is a self-diagnosis. No brain tumors. Just Sinusitis.

The last week of August, every year without fail, I get one of these "colds" out of nowhere. Friends and co-workers start inching away from you when you tell them. "Oh, it's not contagious," I say. Then a few days later, they may or may not have similar symptoms. It's my fault. Not this year. I blame it on all those hurricanes. It's some strange pollen the storm has sucked up out of Cuba and hurled at Gulf Coast residents like a greased up bowling ball.

I'm waiting for my first real hurricane. Then I can leave. There's no twisted misanthropic urge to witness mass destruction and death by any means. I just wanna see what the big deal is. I guess it is possible that I have a hidden agenda, spread out over my lifetime, to go on "disaster" tour. This is completely circumstantial and unintended. But the irony is that, up until two years ago, I've lived nearly my whole life in tornado alley and had never actually seen a tornado. One month ago was the first time that I actually saw one, in broad daylight. Nowhere near the "alley."

Perhaps if I go back to Missouri (because California is too obvious) I'll finally get to experience that earthquake that scientists keep saying is gonna hit. And then all I'll have to do is stop by Hawaii when(if) I retire for some volcano action and then I'll have completed my rather morose lifetime goal. Ya know, indirectly and unintentionally.