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Shrooms With a View (From the Stump)
Kind of got carried away wordcountwise in the previous post, so I’ll try to be more concise this time. That one dealt with what I’m pretty sure were fungi that seemed to be growing out of the ground (though often probably attached to plant roots somewhere deep below the surface); this one more with fungi…
Shrooms With a View (From the Ground)
It’s been over a year since I put together a fungus post, but now that Rhapster/Napsody eliminated the music editor postion I’d been holding down forever, I suddenly — at least temporarily (I hope, I guess) — have more time on my hands, hence providing me an opportunity to catch up. I’ve meanwhile, as I…
Ad-Hoc Structures in the Mary Moore Searight Woods
Since a presumably money-and-fuel-saving consolidation of Austin Independent School District bus stops pushed my daughter’s morning dropoff a couple miles further east to Paredes Middle School this fall, I’ve been spending more morning hikes exploring the wooded portions of 344-acre Mary Moore Searight Metropolitan Park, an enchanted land where venous and arterial trails split off…
150 Best Albums of 1998
You can often tell the years when music critics are stuck looking backwards instead of forwards by how much they gravitate toward folk-rock, or sounds in that general genteel vicinity. It happened in 2002, when the top three vote-getters in the Village Voice Pazz & Jop poll were Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, Beck’s Sea Change…
Nothing Really Happened: Blindfold Test #31
Two of the more famous acts this time are pairs of white brothers known for performing Black music (okay, one’s actually a full band named for the brothers), and I recognized neither of them; didn’t love them, either, and I hereby apologize if that offends you. Anyway, you can find them somewhere on this youtube…
150 Best Albums of 1997
Chuck Klosterman, who was generous enough to provide a foreword for a book I wrote once, was born with at least one skill I wasn’t — namely, the ability to write things that lots and lots of people will pay money to read. Three years ago he put out a book called (and about) The…
160 Best Singles of 1985
Every summer for the past, well, at least two summers, Brad Luen has hosted a “retro-poll” on his Substack where anyone who wants to can vote for their favorite albums and singles of whatever year he decides that summer he’s interested in, for whatever reason. Since in 2024 the year polled was 1974 and now…
Walkman Volcano: Blindfold Test #30
Three mid-level ’70s/’80s rock stars I’ve never given a moment of thought to (four if the yacht-rock band counts); two ’60s acts from Italian South Philly, one way ahead of his time and the other way behind it; a whole bunch of ’80s British post-punk bands, at least two of whom reportedly considered themselves “neo-dadaist”…
A Sign Not a Reward
Cryptic clues, mystic messages, and signs of the times and/or the apocalypse, all guaranteed sighted on the desolate streets of Deep South Austin (Ford Oaks/Tanglewood Forest/Stinson District, to be more geographically precise — still not sure where one ends and the others start), all but one within easy walking distance of my house. (Or should…
I Like Big Putts
Someone a two-minute walk from my front door, at the corner of Old Manchaca and Oak Valley in Deep South Almost Not Austin (zipcode 78748), is apparently trying to build a hip-hop miniature golf course. I know this because there is a tattered sheet slung over a fence that says “Puff-N-Putt Hip-Hop MiniGolf.” Also pretty…
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