Austin gets saucy

This past Sunday marked the 22nd anniversary of the Austin Chronicle Hot Sauce Festival, and it was a true Texas event through and through. As those who know me well enough will attest, virtually any excuse for people-watching will bring me out to brave the crowds (Boise, I miss Alive After Five so much for this very reason), so this heavily-promoted event (with free grub!) was a no-brainer for me....

never say never

As I get older, I’ve realized that as soon as I say to myself or to someone else “I would never do/say/think/want…”, whatever that thing is will invariably happen at some point. Moving back to Texas is a perfect example. The shopping trip I went on yesterday, and the subsequent level of joy that resulted, is another. Since I’ve moved back to Texas, I’ve toyed with the idea of investing...

downward dog, upward eye roll

I am probably the worst yoga student on the face of the planet. I have a seriously conflicted relationship with the activity, in that I like the act of yoga itself, yet so many of the other things that go along with it I find completely objectionable (e.g. yoga teachers, other yoga students, the atmosphere of pretension surrounding the activities of an average yoga studio). My patience quickly fades with...