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The catch-all category for random things about life in Austin, food & drink, politics, the occasional rant, whatever else.

Old Photo Friday

They say the weather is supposed to start getting hot again after a few weeks of unusually mild and sometimes rainy weather. Mild for central Texas that is.

In the spirit of beating the heat, today’s Old Photo Friday takes us back to Springfield, Virginia sometime in the late seventies. I’m the kid on the right. My business partner, Georgie, is to the left of our little shop.

Lemonade Stand

I don’t see many kids out selling lemonade anymore. Perhaps their parents give them all the coin they need or maybe it’s too dangerous for kids to be out on the street corner trying to attract strangers.

Or maybe it’s too dangerous for passers by to drink what strange kids are selling.

Still, selling lemonade was for many of us our first glimpse of American capitalism, our first effort at selling, marketing, customer service.

Our little stand didn’t make us rich, but we probably earned enough to get something from the ice cream man since our investors were pretty laid back about recouping their capital investments in our venture. Perhaps that’s the lesson that doesn’t translate to the real world.

Good Old Fashioned…

The phrase good old fashioned butt kicking always brings a smile to my face. I try to imagine the differences between a modern butt kicking and an old fashioned one, especially a good old fashioned one. Were the butt kickers of yesteryear more accomplished in this art? Do we moderns really know how to administer a butt kicking properly?

You never hear someone say, “Yeah, they lost. It was a thoroughly modern butt kicking.”

If someone did say that, it would probably mean there hadn’t been a butt kicking at all. Perhaps it would only be a virtual one.

It’s not only butt kickings that can be old fashioned and therefore better, which is why I hope everyone has a good old fashioned Fourth of July.

Monday Movie Roundup

Two films that couldn’t be farther apart.

A Lion in the House (Steven Bognar & Julia Reichert, 2006)

A Lion in the House is a two part documentary aired on PBS’ Independent Lens that follows the lives of five families whose children are diagnosed with cancer. The filmmakers trace the familys’ journeys through all of the painful decisions including when to stop treatment and let go. It’s pretty hard to watch at times, but it’s not maudlin or depressing either. In fact some of the kids are so full of life, so funny, that you can’t help but laugh.

I’ve been waiting for this to air for a few years since a close friend of mine, a pediatric oncologist, was one of the doctors who treated one of the kids. It was fascinating to watch my friend at work, being Mr. Serious Doctor, a side that’s a bit different from the rockin’ out at ACL Fest side that I see every year.

Mainly it was a good reminder of why I’m so involved with The Periwinkle Foundation. I’ve been working with childhood cancer patients for seventeen years at Camp Periwinkle and it was interesting to see the other side, the hospital side, of treatment that camps like Periwinkle work so hard to counterbalance.

Whether you’re involved with childhood cancer or just want to see a documentary about people who display unbelievable courage in the face under the most awful of circumstances, this is one that everyone should check out.

Shoot or Be Shot (Randy Argue, 2002)

Shoot of Be Shot is a fun, fun movie. Harry Hamlin plays a sleazy producer of B films who wants to go arty. He hires a film school geek with big ideas and they set out to the desert to create art. Then an escaped mental patient, played by William Shatner who chews the scenery up oh so deliciously, comes along and hijacks the production forcing them to make his movie instead. Lots of fun.

Metacognitive Blues

A couple of years ago I brought my then-new electric guitar with me when we went to visit my wife’s family in the swamps of southeast Texas. It was early in my relationship with Stella (that’s the guitar) and so I couldn’t bear to part with her for a few days.

One day I was sitting on the hardwood floors of my wife’s grandmother’s house, playing without an amp and stumbling through some blues progressions. The house is a dark and cool southern home full of antiques and memories that go back almost a century and really not a bad place to be.

Sitting next to me was a young kid – my wife’s cousin’s son – who was about four or five. He was listening, and watching my fingers work the strings, bobbing his head up and down, and basically doing his young kid’s version of grooving. Finally, he said, “That’s a very pretty violin.”

I smiled. “It’s actually a guitar.”

He nodded and said, “I know. I just don’t know how to say that yet.”

Smart kid. I did help him figure it out, though.

Monday Movie Roundup

Monday? Tuesday? What’s the difference, really?

U Turn (Oliver Stone, 1997)

I’ve never been a huge fan of Oliver Stone. Watching his film is too much like getting beaten over the head with a blunt object. The exception being The Doors, though that film did open the door to an era of Stone(d) filmmaking in which the style became the message as seen in such movies as the tedious Natural Born Killers (memorable only for the use of the Cowboy Junkies’ version of “Sweet Jane”) and U Turn, which I only just saw. Now all things considered, U Turn wasn’t bad. It just felt like a stylistic exercise rather than a movie.

The story concerns a guy (Sean Penn) who owes a bunch of money to a dangerous man. He’s bringing the cash when his car breaks down in a small desert town where everyone wants to take him for a ride including a young woman (Jennifer Lopez). The woman’s husband (Nick Nolte) wants her dead, she wants him dead, Penn loses his money but can get it back by doing a bit of murder, but who to kill and for whom. Botched crime ensues.

It’s a good story, vaguely reminiscent of the Coen brothers’ Blood Simple, but in execution becomes more a vehicle for Stone’s stylistic obsessions of the late ’90s: grainy spaghetti western shots interspersed with more standard footage, switches to black and white, unmotivated slo-mo, weird/wise old Indian men, attempted Tarantino dialogue. In the end, U Turn was entertaining and I’m glad I watched it, but as with most Oliver Stone films I finished feeling a bit unfulfilled.

How’s Your News? (Arthur Bradford, 1999)

How’s Your News is a documentary about five peope who travel the United States from Maine to California in order tro create their own documentary about the US comprised of man-on-the-street interviews. The thing is all five members of the How’s Your News? team suffer from severe mental and/or physical disabilities. The most remarkable thing about this movie is the way in which it succeeds at being funny and sweet without ever once becoming exploitive or mean. The earnestness with which each team member approaches his interview subjects is touching, and the reactions of the interviewees are wonderful, most of whom don’t have a clue as to why they are being filmed and interviewed. Amazingly most of the people who are interviewed are patient and kind and willing to work with the interviewers after they recognize that they aren’t being played and that the How’s Your News interviewers are serious in their efforts.

This film was made by a guy who was in one of my writing classes at UT. He often seemed not to have much to write about, but clearly he didn’t need to make anything up as his quirky, original and fun documentary shows. Check it out.

Old Photo Friday

This Friday we enjoy (I hope) a glimpse of Austin, or at least a corner of it, back in the early ’90s…

GM Steak House

This picture of the GM Steak House, which had been searing steers for thirty years, was taken in 1990 or 1991 while I was waiting for the bus on the Drag between MLK and 21st.

I set the picture up and waited for a car to come along. While doing that, one of the employees at the GM got on a PA system and started serving up some of the attitude and commentary for which they were famous.

Fortunately, I did not have to endure the insults for long as the bus came to whisk me away shortly after the picture was taken.

I think there’s only one GM Steak House left now, and I think it’s only open for breakfast and lunch.

California Beer

Irish Pub in Squaw Valley
(inside an Irish pub in Squaw Valley)

In 1994, I was working on a made-for-TV movie in San Jose. On a day off, I drove up to Mountain View with one of the sound guys. We attended the Small Brewers’ Festival of California where I tried many beers including Pete’s Wicked Ale, which quickly became my favorite.

When I returned to Austin, I preached the gospel of Pete’s but it would be another year and a half before it made its way here. By the time I found it, in a 7-11 on MLK, it tasted different. I still liked it, but it wasn’t quite what I remembered. Perhaps beer tastes better in memory?

A few years ago, I mentioned it to a friend’s father who is an alcohol distributor. He claimed that all California and all European beers were skunky by the time they reach Texas and that they taste totally different (meaning fresh) closer to the source.

I don’t know if this is true or not, but when we were in California, I found that my favorite beer of all time, my comfort beer if you will – Sierra Nevada Pale Ale – was not the same in the Sierra Nevada mountains as it is in the hills of central Texas.

I love Sierra Nevada for its crisp hopiness, almost IPA-like in character. It’s the cascade hops that I love, I suppose, which is why when I make beer I try to load it up with similar-tasting hops. Still, there’s nothing like a cold pint of Sierra Nevada Pale. The idea of drinking a pint of Sierra in the Sierras was too much to pass up, but imagine my surprise when I tasted it. It was like a great beer made perfect. It had greater complexity of flavor than it does here. There’s an almost floral presence in the taste, but it’s not sweet or soapy, it’s just… better.

Perhaps my friend’s dad was right. Perhaps Sierra is a bit off here in Texas, but I still like it. The test will be if I can locate a local purveyor of any of these fine beers that we tried on our trip and see if they taste as I remember them:

  • Tahoe Red Ale from the Lake Tahoe Brewing Company (whose site I can’t find) somewhere on the Nevada side. I liked this one. Reds aren’t my favorite, but it was smooth and pleasant.
  • Steelhead Extra Pale Ale from the Mad River Brewing Company in Blue Lake, CA. Truly a light pale in color. Nicely hopped, and I say the hoppier the better. This was my favorite of the beers we discovered.
  • Eye of the Hawk Select Ale by the Mendocino Brewing Company in Ukiah, CA. You can tell it’s a very alcoholic beer (8.0%) without reading the label. It’s thick, full, and strong. Reminds me of some Scottish ales. One is enough.
  • Great White Hefe-Weissen by the Lost Coast Brewing Company in Eureka, CA. I like a hefe after a hot day. It wasn’t really hot the day we tried it, but it still went down clean and smooth. Very refreshing with a wedge of lemon. Beautiful rich golden color.

We also drank Sierra Nevada Pale. Of course.

In his book River Horse, William Least Heat-Moon at one point describes reaching the west coast as coming to the end of the “Great American Beer Desert.” It’s not too deserty here in central Texas, but I do love going to California if for nothing else than to try new beers.

Back from Tahoe

Mountains around Tahoe

We returned from our Lake Tahoe/Sierra Nevada vacation late on Saturday. It should have been Friday, but a cancelled flight left us stuck for the night in Reno, which is really not the worst place in the world to get stuck.

We hadn’t vacationed since the summer of 2001 when we went to New York, New England and Quebec, and this time we wanted something that was easy and relaxing. Basically a vacation we wouldn’t have to recover from when we returned. Getting away to Lake Tahoe and the Sierra Nevada mountains seemed like a perfect getaway.

Overall, we had a wonderful time away from central Texas where the sky is a furnace set on ‘hell.’ The weather in the Sierras was mostly sunny (one rainy day) and temperatures never reached higher than the low sixties. We stayed in Squaw Valley which is five miles north of Tahoe City, California and was the site of the 1960 Winter Olympics. We stayed at the Resort at Squaw Creek, which is a ski resort, but ski season was over and summer hadn’t really started so it was pretty quiet, and there were no crowds either in Squaw Valley or at the lake, just total peace.

The area around the lake is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. Water and sky are so cold and blue and would come together as one if not for the mountains that surround the whole area. I’d forgotten how good mountain air smells, full of pine and a crispness that just doesn’t exist at lower elevations.

Here’s the run-down on the week:

Monday: Arrived in Reno and drove to Squaw Valley to check in. Drove down to Tahoe City, CA for our first look at the lake and to pick up groceries. Spent the evening sitting in our room, drinking beer, playing cards and watching the sun disappear behind the mountains while enjoying the slow changes in the sky as night settled into the valley.

Tuesday: Rainy day, but still a good one for exploration. We drove to Emerald Bay to view Tahoe’s one island and check out the waterfalls. Later we drove along the north shore to King’s Bay. We found a little record store run by a guy and three dogs that specialized in indie/punk/alt rock and bought the new Sonic Youth CD. Then we spent the rest of the day in the hotel lobby sitting by the fire, playing cards and watching the rain fall in the mountains.

Wednesday: Gorgeous, sunny morning. We drove up to the old railroad town of Truckee, CA, which has been heavily gentrified. We walked around the historic downtown before driving to Nevada City, CA in the western foothills of the Sierras to visit my aunt and uncle. We ate lunch with them in Nevada City at a little restaurant whose name escapes me, but it was probably the best meal of the trip. That night, back in Squaw Valley we went to Fireside Pizza for dinner and drank my favorite beer, Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, which we learned tastes very different in California than it does in Texas, thus confirming what a beer distributor I know once told me: all California beers are skunky by the time they get to Texas.

Thursday: Another beautiful blue-sky mountain morning. We went hiking along the lakeshore at Sugar Pine Point State Park and even saw a bear. It crossed the trail about forty yards ahead of us so quickly we didn’t even know if it was a bear or a bird since we only saw it’s upper half. We came around the bend where it crossed and saw two other hikers frozen on a bridge. They tentatively asked if we were okay and if we’d seen the bear. They’d had a much better vantage and confirmed the sighting. I would like to have gotten a better view, but I guess I’m lucky just to have seen one.

After the hike we had lunch as Rosie’s Cafe in Tahoe City, which is apparently something of a Tahoe tradition. Then we wandered about the main drag, checked out the stores, but ultimately decided to drive back up to Truckee for our souvenir shopping. After some hard shopping, we enjoyed another Sierra Nevada Pale at a local bar and then headed up to Donner Summit to stand in some snow for a little while. We hiked around the trailhead of the Pacific Crest Trail and then cruised back to Squaw Valley for some beers in an Irish bar and then Pizza again for dinner.

Friday: Another perfect day, but unfortunately the one on which we had to leave. We wandered around Tahoe City, taking in as much of the lake as we could, filling up our minds and memories with mountains, lake and sky. We had breakfast in Truckee at a diner called ‘Coffee &’ and then drove out of the mountains and back into Reno. After we learned that our flight was cancelled, American put us up at the Reno Hilton and we wound up having a great time.

We got back to Austin on Saturday afternoon and reunited with Morrison and the hounds who all seemed to miss each other more than they missed us.

Pictures (real ones with the real camera – the one above is digital) will be ready tomorrow. I’ll probably post more about our trip through the week, but for now that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.