Houston
After years of being a They Might Be Giants fan, I finally saw them in concert this week. I wish I hadn't waited so long. The show was at the Meridian, a new club in an old warehouse on Chartres Street. About 500 fellow TMBG and/or Homestar
Life
I bought a new hair dryer this evening. My hope is that this one won't catch on fire.
Houston
River Oaks is the last neighborhood where I would expect to get chased for a block by an angry mutt. I think the dog was counting on that element of surprise.
Houston
After lolling around the Rice campus for a couple of hours yesterday evening, Thomas & Lori Gray, Booth Babcock and his girlfriend Moko, Lorin Gaertner (a friend of Lori and Booth's) and I had dinner at the Onion Creek Coffee House up in the Heights. We found a
Houston
I was browsing the CD racks at my neighborhood Half-Price Books yesterday when I found three old CD singles that I doubt I would have been able to find had I been looking for them. But I would never have thought to look for them, so there they were.
Houston
I went to a John Kerry Meetup at Cafe Brasil last night. Cafe Brasil is a relaxing hangout in my neighborhood, about three-quarters of a mile from my apartment. It's best known for its coffee (hence the name), but the wine and food are worth trying as
History
For some reason, the Hilton Milwaukee City Center hotel doesn't mention this 1972 review of its earlier incarnation, the Sheraton Schroeder, on its history page: Eight days in the Sheraton-Schroeder is like three months in the Cook County jail. […] The room radiators are uncontrollable, the tubs won&
Education
As I stumbled out of bed at 6am, volunteering to be an exhibit judge for the local junior division National History Day didn't seem like such a good idea. Ten of us—all quite awake, believe it or not—met at 8:45 in the Judges Room at
Houston
I got together after work Thursday at Slainte on Main Street with Thomas and Lori Gray, Thomas' brother David, and Lori's former co-worker Booth (an ex-MOBster). Slainte is one of two faux-Irish pubs between Prairie Street and Texas Avenue. The menu items all have
Houston
I stopped by a Houston Metro RideStore on my way home from work tonight to buy the $25 MetroRail Downtown Pass. I presented my credit card to pay for it, and was told that Metro was only accepting cash and checks. (!) In my wallet, I had 24 dollars. In my
Houston
I am the kiss of death for the teams I root for. Here are the college football games I have been at this season, with the team I was rooting for listed in ALL CAPS: Rice 28, SAN JOSE STATE 24 Fortunately, I don't remember much of that
Houston
My neighborhood is heaven for walkers. One can walk west to River Oaks, northwest to Memorial Park, east down the Buffalo Bayou, and (as I did last night) south through the Montrose to Rice University. For the Rice University walk (about three miles each way), the journey—whether down Mandell,