The Night Before SXSW

As I ease into slumber
My mind starts to lumber
Towards the realization
That an amalgamation
Of seething humanity
Descends on my town.

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SXSW is nearly upon us! Some advice for the hipsters…

State Theater, Austin, TXFor the first time in my 12 years, 6 months, and 15 days as an Austin resident (I wasn’t counting, I just remember the date I moved in), I have purchased a badge. It’s only for the Interactive festival, but dammit, I’m going to be one of those cool kidz strutting around downtown with that icon of cool, the SXSW badge.

Let me say up front, I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve sashayed around the fringes of the ever-growing conference for over a decade, only now jumping partway in. My effort last year to watch the free Strokes show at Auditorium Shores without actually entering the park is a good representation of my level of commitment up to this point. I have mostly come to view SXSW as an invasion. A bunch of LA/NY types who espouse styles that have not yet reached Austin (and will never matter to me) descend on my city for two weeks and turn it into a sea of tight jeans, ironic sunglasses, and (largely) unearned self-importance.

Open RoomThis year, y’all are going to have to deal with me. And I will be saying “y’all” a lot, because it’s provincial, bitches.

I think the interactive festival is a bit different. There will still be a big hipster contingent, but we’re also all nerds (or geeks). There is a meetup session for Game of Thrones fans, for crying out loud!

I spent several hours yesterday creating a schedule on the SXSW website. Just doing that made me tired. I’m boarding my dog for a whole week (in luxury, fear not) and buying a bus pass so I can avoid parking and worrying about making it home at a certain time for feeding and peeing (the dog, not me). This will be an interesting week. When it is all said and done, there will still be five days of music. And I only slept four hours last night. I am in way over my head.

The bloggings of people I know and/or read and/or grudgingly respect have been invaluable. Here are two good primers:

With no further ado, here is my unsolicited advice to those of you who will be gracing my fair city with your presence for the next few weeks. These are in no particular order.

Downtown Austin from Lady Bird Lake1. Austin is not like the rest of Texas. All the stuff you read about in the news that’s so embarrassing for all Americans, nay, humans? Aside from shenanigans at the State Capitol, that all happens elsewhere in the state. The Capitol building is actually protected by a force field that keeps the crazy contained to a roughly three-block radius while the Legislature is in session.

2. Austin is not just like the West/East Coast. So stop trying to make it that way, please.

3. We get it. You’re cool. I’d really like to see you wear that wool hat, sweater, and skintight jeans ensemble here in August, though. One great thing about this town is that we don’t take ourselves too seriously. We’re going to extend that same courtesy to you.

4. Pedestrians may have the legal right of way, but cars are still bigger than you. When you enter a crosswalk in downtown Austin at 5:00 in the afternoon, please try to remember that thousands of people work there, have no connection to SXSW, and are just trying to get home to their families in peace and without developing the nickname “Hipster Slayer.” If they have the green light, don’t try to cross in front of them.

5. If you’ve never used “Texas” phrases before in your life, do not start now. It hurts our ears. This includes “y’all,” “fixin’ to,” “might could,” and “that dog won’t hunt.”

5. Welcome to Austin. This town is fucking awesome, so enjoy it.

6. Chill the fuck out. The six hours you’re spending waiting in line for the Perez Hilton party? You could have spent that time doing things you couldn’t also do in Los Angeles. The organizers of SXSW work very, very hard to put on a kick-ass conference. The people of Austin work year-round to create a kick-ass city.

Photo credit: All photos by author.

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It’s boycottin’ time!!! Or not…Support local business!!!

An Austin musician has called for a boycott of local watering hole/substitute office space Austin Java, over something to do with trees and high-rise condos.

I only have two thoughts on this:
1. Austin has lots of trees. High-rise condos, by their basic nature, do not.
2. Doesn’t Austin have enough high-rise condos already? Who the hell is buying these places?

I should note that, as I write this, I am sitting at Austin Java. They have hella-good cheesecake. Everyone should eat here. But don’t hang out her too much–it’s hard enough to get a table near a plug for my laptop as it is.

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My 2-second music video career

I was an extra in a music video once:

You can see the back of my bare-ass-bald head beginning at the 3:48 mark (I’m in front of the hot redhead). Interesting shoot for an interesting band. I pretty much had no idea what the hell was going on. This was back during my days as a music video company executive (ah, 2003…), and I was baby-sitting the camera. Not a happy story.

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Cause for my absence

I haven’t been blogging much of late, once again. I’ve been in the process of looking for a new Cryptic PhilosoPad. More news to follow, although it won’t be as fancy as some I’ve looked at.

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A voice of reason on the animal shelter "debate"

Here’s John Kelso on the city’s animal shelter “debate”:

[I]f you can’t put up with the hassle of driving a few miles out to heck and gone to find the dog pound, you probably shouldn’t be allowed to take a dog.

Yes, he’s being sardonic, but he has a point. I am a bit confused by the public outcry going on now about the plan to move the city’s animal shelter (yes, technically it’s a pound, but I don’t like that word) to a new location in east Austin, away from its present location next to Town Lake (hence the name “Town Lake Animal Center”). There seem to be reasonable arguments for and against the plan, but the city (i.e. the voters) already voted on it last November (although, to be fair, the animal shelter is the last thing listed on the last of seven propositions–volunteers at the shelter worried that the proposition wouldn’t pass because of this hidden placement).

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Haiku to Celis

There is a backstory here. See below.

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Sitting on my porch
Since early spring, 2000.
Why are you still here?

Rancid, rancid beer.
Who will ever drink you now?
Stupid law students?

Your box is rotted,
Your brewery has closed down,
Yet still you live on.

Farewell, sweet Celis!
I fear I hardly knew your
Sweet, fruity flavor.

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Backstory: In the spring of 2000, during my first year of law school, I attended an after party for the law school theater group, Assault & Flattery, at a house on Avenue G in Austin’s Hyde Park neighborhood (lovingly nicknamed “the G-Spot“). Our theater production was generously sponsored by Celis, the then-Austin-based brewery, which provided innumerable cases of its many varieties of beer for our drunken enjoyment. Among these varieties was Celis Raspberry, which to this day I can still honestly say I have never tasted.

Fast forward to the late summer of 2001. Thanks to good connections and just the right amount of popularity, the singular honor of living at the G-Spot has passed to me and a friend, who took occupancy in August of that year. We were astounded to discover that a single case of Celis Raspberry had survived not only the many Assault & Flattery and other G-Spot parties, but was in fact still sitting on the back porch, having endured two Texas summers and one winter. Needless to say, we left the case undisturbed in honor of the fact that, uh, it was there.

At some point, during a party hosted for idiotic drunken first-year students, somebody got a mind to actually drink some of the beers in the obviously-rotting-and-decaying cardboard box full of above-room-temperature beer. I only wish I could have seen what happened to that person.

We moved out of the G-Spot in August 2002, after the bar exam. I can only hope that the Celis case has found happiness somewhere. Here’s to you, my skunky pal.

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Bridge blues

I was horrified and saddened to learn about the bridge collapse in Minnesota. This is actually the same highway I drive on several times a week, except it’s about 1,500 miles south of where the collapse occurred. While the collapse of one bridge does not automatically mean other bridges are in danger, this is as good a time as any to look at bridge safety overall. The picture is not pretty–according to Burnt Orange Report (using Federal Highway Authority reports), 193 bridges were rated as “structurally deficient” by the Department of Transportation in 2006. I’ve had a hard time making it through the 33-page report, so I don’t know if any of the six bridges I frequent made the list. I will eventually find out, but that’s not really the issue–all bridges should be routinely maintained and checked for safety standards. Tell your representatives.

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Victory in the War on Terror…oh wait…

I’m horrified that this happened in my town, and I am mystified that it occurred without so much as a hiccup from “War on Terror” proponents.

When Paul Ross Evans was arrested in April and accused of leaving a bomb at an Austin clinic that performs abortions, he had with him, according to court documents, the name of the clinic and other names and addresses that could hint at greater plans.

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“Mr. Evans placed a live bomb packed with nails in a place where he knew people would be hurt or killed if it went off,” U.S. Attorney Johnny Sutton said in a statement. “Through good police work and a little luck Mr. Evans’ plan was prevented.”

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