In a growing dispute over a collection of "archaic" human remains
exhumed from the Del Rio area, archeologists are all over the map. The
Witte Museum, which began its collection in 1928, is adamant: The bones
will stay put.
However, an equally impassioned assortment of Native American tribal members, activists, and local students are taking their case public tomorrow in the first of what they promise will be a sustained drive to have the collection returned and reburied with a properly respectful ceremony.
Federal law requires those remains that can be definitively linked to modern-day – federally-recognized, modern-day, the hitch – tribes must be returned to the tribal representatives. Problem is, very few recognized tribes exist in Texas. That's not to say, there weren't (and aren't) lots of indigenous descendents here. In fact, only about five percent of the 215,000 Texans that identify themselves as Native American are federally-recognized tribal members, according to Milo Colton, St. Mary's University pre-law advisor active in Indian issues.
Activists and anthropologists alike agree the recognition process is difficult.
"It doesn't matter whether you're Cherokee, Carizzo, you're Lipan, Mescalero, Seminole," said David Ortiz, board president for the American Indian Movement, Texas Chapter. "If you are a descendent of the indigenous people of this land, when you see those bones, you might not be a direct descendent, but it just does something to you. It hurts."
Tomorrow, the bone battle that's been brewing behind the scenes spills into the streets with a morning protest outside the Witte.
"Telling the truth is not the same as not getting caught in a lie."
Letters (to the On the Street Penthouse Suite)
#1 Miracle Fruit and Flavor Tripping
Evidently, people in NYC are breaking all rules of flavor...
The video is insane. People are gurgling vinegar and drinking tabasco and stuff
#2 Salt in the Wound
As the Spurs were on the ropes after Game 4, the haters wrote in.
How's things homey? What's the good word?
#3 What Have You Done?
Congressman Al wrote this before Game 5 from Los Angeles. It was a group letter in a bottle, a call to action, and a test of fate.
So, I've done what I can do. I've dropped $131.31 on a $74 face ticket in section 322. And I moved into a loaner apartment on Finley Ave, explicitly to jump-start a former 20+/game player.
And my question is: What have YOU done to help the Spurs win today?
Which prompted these replies...
After that Brazilian dillweed Tiago Splitter screwed us yesterday and signed with Tau Ceramica in the Spanish League I vowed never to buy Spanish tile.
Also, I turned down an invitation for karaoke tonight.
Al, your apartment move is admirable but I'd be concerned that the place is old and creaky and won't be able to deliver in the clutch.
I'm just saying.
And then this...
This morning I stopped by the local surgi-center and received a vasectomy reversal, despite the fact that I have never had a vasectomy.
I will feel so stupid if we lose.
#4 Drinking to Forget
Then came this email with an oblique reference to the new Scott McClellan tell-all book about Bush and the White House. The quote is found from the link below.
The media won't let go of these ridiculous cocaine rumors,' I heard Bush say. 'You know, the truth is I honestly don't remember whether I tried it or not. We had some pretty wild parties back in the day, and I just don't remember.'
Reminds me of a scene in a movie I recently saw.
That last line can only be a reference to the latest Harold and Kumar film.
Sydney Pollack RIP/Paranoid Trilogy/3 Days of the Condor
This week legendary (actor's) director Sydney Pollack passed away. I'm not sure if it was a coincidence but AMC happened to be playing his forgotten 3 Days of the Condor a few nights ago and I happened to watch. 3 Days of the Condor conincided with director Alan J. Pakula's "Paranoid Trilogy" (of Parallax View, All the President''s Men, and Klute) and established a cinematic record of the wonderfully bleak still idealistic enough to care to be cynical 1970s, a period no less bleak then now one could argue yet for unknown/various reasons has yet to be evidenced on-screen and more importantly, at the cineplex.
My memories of 3 Days of the Condor were loose, yet a few years back I do remember hearing of some unforseen 9-11/Twin Towers connection. The film is quite prescient, at least it was around the time of the beginning of the Iraq War. Though the film works as a political thriller, in the end, it's about elements of the government trying to start an illegal war in the Mideast to procure oil. Where have we heard that one before? The irony is that in the film this potential war is thwarted by the CIA itself as an act of cleaning house. Yet, the CIA still comes across as the nefarious arm of the shadow government. Jump ahead to 2005 (and now) and we find the Bush Government with its own battle with the CIA over new secret wars, and the CIA acting in the same manner as in this film, yet, they are now seen as relatively heroic.
I probably should discuss what happens in the film but then I would just be ruining it. However, as a nice touch one can see Robert Redford begin the film by riding through Manhattan on a moped, which is interesting in its own right and also foreshadows the energy crisis moral dilemma that later develops, and gives some sense of proof for what this was reaching for.
The Visitor (Or How Walter Got His Groove Back)
Yesterday, I snuck over to Crossroads Bijou and saw The Visitor, a film that had been getting great reviews. From the reviews I expected a sad tale of immigration in a post-9/11 world, which is definitely true. However, the film is titled The Visitor not The Visitors and subtly suggests that the main character is the real "visitor" in the film, not the immigrants he befriends.
Often times films try to do too much and end up being a complication of loose and dead ends. The Visitor is two or three films at the same time, yet somehow feels whole. On one level, yes, it is a statement about the recent detached immigration policy. But at its core, the film is about Walter and the distance he travels in reaching out to other people. He isn't a bad person at all, however he is completely alone and has nothing left in life that moves him. It may seem corny that a stiff, quiet professor ends up learning to play African drums from his new friend, and even joins in with others at Washington Square Park (which is merely seconds away from Mamoun's Falafel, the best "sandwich" shop in the country, coincidentally seen here on a t-shirt in a foto for the recent cover story...)
...and yet the film never feels like its slipping away from reality. With such a slow point for film right now, what else is there to see? Other than Ironman...
Game 4 (Lost By Not Flopping?)
Let's just dive right into it.
Here's a clip of the play with Brent going out of his way to take the high road.
Luckily, On the Street knows no high roads. Only a fan well educated in the history and politics of last second shots (or an outright Laker fan) could make a case against a foul. The next day the NBA itself admitted that a foul should have been called, but only after being pressured to show some sense of transparency and help extinguish the Lakers-Celtics conspiracy theory.
It was bad enough to throw away Game 1, but after this instance of bad luck (again at the hands of Fisher), the Spurs hopes for survival were getting lower moment by moment.
And then the hammer dropped.
The game was a microcosm of the season as a whole. We played brilliantly for the first quarter of the game in the same way we played brilliantly for the first quarter of the season. A 17-3 run to begin the season made everyone think this was our year and a repeat was finally in the cards. Teams made huge trades to try and counter the Spurs, which seems odd now as every perception of the team has since changed over the course of the last few weeks. In that sense the Spurs destroyed Dallas and Phoenix just through the threat they posed. Those teams now must fully rebuild and start over.
And yet, after the Lakers series the Spurs are somewhat in a similar place. Yes, the Big 3 are still around but a third to half the team needs to be replaced. With the dollar to euro exchange not going in our favor, the Spurs strategy of drafting foreign players seems less and less beneficial. The team needs to draft Americans, yet the idea of a 22 year old American on the Spurs seems exotic at this point.
The next few months will be interesting. Any help is needed.
(Menudo Terremoto Williams)
And the DVD That Will Never Be
And with no title that means no Championship DVD to watch for amusement. It's odd to think how over time the DVDs of past championships will serve a record and possibly replace some of the actual, in the moment memories of the Finals themselves. (And on a sidenote, can any of the Championship DVDs compare with the 2003 edition? The fourth quarters, the Stephen Jackson and Speedy Claxon youth movement that slipped away...)
I'm not sure why I'm ruminating on DVDs but for some reason I'd like to see a DVD on this season. Of course that will never happen. And for what purpose? Even with last year's DVD, very little new was discovered. It's like the DVD documentary crew had grown too old and past their prime as well.
For reasons I admit are basically retarded I would like to see a DVD of this year. The team's mortality has never been more on the line, hence the outpouring of eulogies we see on almost every basketball site.
To me this season had the most drama of all of them. It also had the most frustration. Perhaps I watched too many slow-paced, bleak movies of the 70s growing up (see above, 3 Days of the Condor.) Perhaps that's why I'm drawn to the team. Who knows? But a DVD of this season that truly got behind the scenes and captured all the subtle humor, pathos, and private drunken rants would be a Sundance winner in my mind.
Perhaps I don't want the season to end just yet. As much as I privately hated a third to half of the team this year, I also appreciate what they did over the years. The fact they even made it past New Orleans was an accomplishment in my mind.
For me it's been about a 23 year journey of watching the team - from the low point of the Ed Nealy/Walter Berry years to the end of the high point last night.
So much time. Last night felt like the last stage of grief. It's a sad acceptance.
And so goes another week on the streets of San Antonio. As always, to be continued...
As we work on our deadline all the other creative-types in San Anto are (hopefully) doing the same.
The Office of Cultural Affairs FY 09 funding cycle for arts & cultural programs deadline for neighborhood arts applications is tomorrow, Friday May 30 @ 5pm. For more info, visit SAHearts.com.
Sorry we messed up your river. You know, nothing personal. It's just so much easier to flush our filth than to deal with it. You could even call it tradition.
We know it doesn't help that San Antonio Water System sometimes exceeds its permitted pollution levels of bacteria-feeding nitrogen. But they're pretty good, generally.
However, in this hunt for oxygen-depleting pollutants that have left the Lower San Antonio River an unhealthy habitat for fish, fowl, and regular folk, I would suggest you turn your eye to Schertz.
Call it an "informed hunch."
As you may know, the Texas Commission on Environmental Quality is required under the federal Clean Water Act to periodically to review stream and river segments across the state under its Total Maximum Daily Load program, which, in effect, tells us how much we can dump into a water body and maintain it for its "intended use."
There's the catch. Some rivers may be legally intended just for you to look at; a few may be clean enough to recreate in; some are so clean, you can (or should be able to) eat fish from them.
Right now, your San Antonio River segment is no good on the recreation side. We're really sorry about this.
I'm glad the state is going through this whole to-do, drawing attention to the problem with the river and calling public meetings 'n all. But if you are hoping for improvement, I would suggest you turn your eye to Shertz.
Five miles upstream from where the Cibolo feeds into the San Antonio, the TCEQ ID'd "impaired fish communities." You may want to ask someone about it.
I went to a recent report by Environment Texas and found that the Schertz wastewater plant had discharges violating its permits 49 times just in 2005, according to numbers the group culled from the EPA. These discharges included a chlorine dump of 1,122 percent over permit; a long list of nitrogen and ammonia totals (averaging around 100 percent over permit); as well as a handful for suspended solids and discharge of inadequately treated sewage (high carbonaceous biological oxygen demand, for you aquatic watchers).
I went next to the TCEQ for a compliance history on the Cibolo Creek Municipal Authority. Their report went back to 2002 and held 55 "moderate" offenses.
You may wonder when so many moderate offenses and apparently significant river damage becomes a big deal. You and I would be in the same boat. That's what I'm waiting to find out. So far, I've only found a solitary $8,000 fine.
Here are some notes on the TCEQ's planned TMDL for the Lower San Antonio River.
So the crew had the good sense to pack it up and move on before I signed on with Wildlife Rescue last year for a short stint, which means this here reality stitch may have a shot at offering good, clean, family fun...
Here's the release:
Life at Wildlife Rescue & Rehabilitation (WRR) in Kendalia, Texas. is the subject of Animal Planet's 13-episode series, My New Wild Life, which will preview with two episodes on Sunday, May 25 and June 1, 2008, at 6:00 a.m. Central (7:00 a.m. Eastern/Pacific). This series takes a close look at wildlife, their too-often debilitating encounters with humans, and the compassionate people who nurse them back to health.
WRR rescues, rehabilitates, and releases orphaned, injured, and displaced wild animals and provides sanctuary with dignity for non-releasable and non-native wildlife. The Texas Hill Country facility consists of a rehabilitation clinic and nursery, a 200-acre sanctuary grounds with the staff, interns, and volunteers to provide round-the-clock care for the thousands of domesticated and wild animals needing help.
New Interns Kirsten and Jordan experienced the joys and sorrows of caring for wild and domesticated animals at the WRR sanctuary. During their 8-week tenure, they learned to feed orphaned infant mammals, care for primates in sanctuary, and tend to the farmed animals in the Do No Harm Farm. The new interns learned firsthand what it truly takes to be an animal caretaker.
The administration, staff, and interns at Wildlife Rescue & Rehabilitation thoroughly enjoyed their experience working on My New Wild Life. It helped us to look at our life's work through fresh eyes and truly appreciate what this organization is able to do for thousands of animals each year. The production crew from Painless Productions was talented, professional, and fun to be around, and we were honored to have a part in Animal Planet's programming.
If you have always wondered what it would be like to spend your days and nights caring for animals in need, tune in to My New Wild Life — a behind-the-scenes look at a true wildlife sanctuary and rehabilitation facility.
In a sidebar to his piece on Game One of the Spurs-Lakers series, USA Today writer
Jon Saraceno placed that game's second-half meltdown fourth in a
list of the 10 worst moments in Spurs history. At the time, I thought
Saraceno's inclusion of Game One was premature. After all, a low moment
only becomes memorable if it affects the ultimate outcome of a season.
In 2003, the Spurs repeatedly blew big leads in the playoffs. For instance, they squandered an 18-point lead at home against the Mavericks, thanks largely to some bizarre officiating, which sent the Mavs to the free-throw line 50 times (and the fact that Dallas made an uncanny 49 of those 50 attempts). For my money, that loss (which cost the Spurs their home-court advantage in the Western Conference Finals) was more brutal than the Game One defeat to the Lakers, but it was quickly forgotten because the Spurs recovered to win the series in six games.
When you win a title, the bumps on the road fade into obscurity. If the Boston Red Sox had rebounded to win Game Seven of the 1986 World Series, Bill Buckner's Game Six fielding miscue would be a footnote rather than an eternal headline.
If the Spurs had followed last week's Game One collapse with three straight wins, how important would that game look today? Unfortunately for the Spurs, Saraceno's conclusion is hard to dispute in the wake of the Lakers' 93-91 road win in Game Four. It's more obvious than ever that the Spurs had no margin for error in this series. They're playing a confident, athletic team with the home-court advantage. They needed to grab the loose balls, hit the clutch free throws, make the accurate passes, and, yes, get the referee's calls, down the stretch. They had a remarkable chance last Wednesday to steal a game in Los Angeles and they blew it. That chance may not come again.
Of course, Saraceno's number-one pick for worst moment in Spurs history is Derek Fisher's buzzer beater in the final 0.4 seconds back in 2004. It's amazing that Fisher, an amiable journeyman at best, has now played a central role in two of the Spurs' greatest post-season heartbreaks. I agree with the consensus that the Spurs were outplayed last night and didn't deserve to win the game, but that has little to do with the logic of the refs who swallowed their whistles while Fisher landed on Brent Barry.
We all know that refs call the game differently in the final seconds (particularly in the playoffs) than they do in the first quarter, and I've never been able to get my head around that logic. In football, if a lineman jumps offside, it's a penalty whether it happened in the first minute or the last minute of a game. And if a runner is thrown out at first base, it doesn't matter whether it happened in the third inning of an April game or the ninth inning of Game Seven of the World Series. By the same token, a foul is a foul, and if the refs opt for the "let 'em play" approach, then let's stick to that philosophy for the full 48 minutes every night.
One final note about Saraceno's list: He left out at least one definite heart-on-the-floor moment for the Spurs: Dirk Nowitzki's three-point play in the final seconds of the Mavericks' Game Seven win in the 2006 Western Finals. If not for Manu Ginobili's foul on the play, it's likely that the Spurs -- not the Mavs -- would have played Miami for the NBA championship that year. Saraceno also included the Spurs' 1985 trade of George Gervin to the Bulls. While seeing the Iceman go was painful for sentimental reasons, it hardly qualifies as a low point for the franchise. Gervin only played one year for the Bulls before ending his NBA career. David Greenwood, the player the Spurs got in return, was no world-beater, but at least the team got three-and-a-half years of production out of him.
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Letters (to the Penthouse Suite)
#1 No Explanation
OTS long-time reader Michael from Austin wrote with this to say:
Can you explain this to me?
I'll assume the question is in regard to how we blew a 20 point lead. Yeah, I don't know how that happened either.
#2 TV on the Internet
It seems Michael wasn't done, offering up this gem.
If you read Kottke, then you've likely seen this....
Otherwise, please enjoy these enjoyable photos of TV
#3 Portugese Cork Grips
OTS Insider Carlos wrote to inform of the availability of rare Portugese cork grips.
#4 Cinema of the Future
Potter-Belmar Labs wrote to give this update from their West Coast tour...
The Fortune Tour rolls on!
Fantastic shows so far in New Mexico and California. Add to that a great, intimate show in Eugene, our current stop. For some reason, the seven-year-old in the audience couldn't stop laughing...must know something we don't! Kept us smiling all the way.
We're halfway through the tour, and thought we'd send out this one last blast to remind everyone of upcoming shows in Portland, Seattle, back in Oakland, and finishing out in Los Angeles. Forward this announcement to your friends...they don't want to be left out!
Wednesday, we get back on the train, headed for Portland, where we'll be joined by the circuit-bent pixellations of Brooklyn's noteNdo, and a symphony of sound effects conducted by Oakland's Chris Kubick. It's happenning at Rotture at 8pm on Wednesday and it ought not be missed!
#5 Bill O'Reilly Meltdown/ Hitler Loves the Cowboys
And then there was this anonymous message with a link to this hilarious video...
And then this video about Hitler and the Cowboys...
Redbelt vs. Greenbelt
In Austin for about a week one would think the smart choice would be to enjoy the fruits of Austin, such as the occasionally lush Greenbelt with its miles of hiking trails and other escapes from traffic, and ultimately as a respite from the constant challenge of 'keeping it weird.'
Instead I found myself seeing the movie Redbelt - the mixed martial arts movie written and directed by the legend David Mamet. I'm not sure how to delicately say it but... the film was horrible. Possibly one of the worst ever made. Mamet has no idea how to direct. Certain pivotal scenes were so confusing my friend had to stare at each other for about three to four minutes afterwards to see if the other was making sense of what the characters were doing.
Also, Mamet might be the worst at getting performances from his cast. Though the lead was solid, I wonder if that was in spite of Mamet's direction. Watch Tim Allen in this awkward serious role and try to think of Mamet the same again.
But of course the plot and dialogue were great, right? No, not that either. Mamet has fallen in love with con games that go beyond Hitchcock's pursuit. For those that think Mamet cranks out Glengary Glen Rosses every other year, then think again. Mamet's legacy should be thrown into question. This wasn't a movie he was forced to do. This was his baby. More likely, this film was some sort of parable about the artist working in the moral quagmire of Hollywood. Maybe a producer giving him script notes isn't such a bad idea.
Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay
As a gasp at redemption we shot much lower the next time around and decidced to see Harold and Kumar Part Two. The screening of the film was set at 4:20. Coincidence?
Kumar might be the next Thomas Chong. An intellectual off the screen, he teaches a college class once a week about Media and Image. Those ideas were found in a much cruder form throughout the film. At every chance racial and cultural expectations were established and then quickly exploded, which is not to say the film was delicate or lofty. Fart jokes were the rule and body humor was rarely frowned upon.
The best part was probably when the two characters get kronked with Dubya where he then becomes inspired to give daddy a call on the phone tell him that he's calling the shots now. A great film? No. But it was great at a few small moments, like when Doogie Houser is dramatically shot down when walking away from a whorehouse. Good times?
"Don't call it a comeback" said someone who is no longer relevant. Though everyone in the media is talking about Kobe this was a classic Spurs meltdown. The offense was lost in the doldrums for long stretches. Bowen should have been put back on Kobe way sooner. It was a steady disintegration over a 15 minute time span. Demoralizing to the fans, but hopefully not as much to the players.
Spurs insider Johnny Ludden wrote that Manu Ginobili is basically out of gas. And then word gets out that his fingernail was ripped off in Game 6 of the last series and so now he has to use some sort of latex covering over his finger underneath tape.
Coach Phil has never lost a series after winning the first game. However, as the last series showed, statistics are made to be broken and the Spurs came back when no one gave them a chance after getting killed the first two games.
Tonight's game is close to a must win. We could come back from 0-2 again but there will be less rest between games and the toll of the playoffs must be playing on this veteran team.
As with every round of this year's playoffs, the Spurs keep trying to cheat father time and continue. Repeating doesn't even seem to be the issue. Whether or not the team can still dominate is a better issue. These are anxious times. The team has never gotten this far and looke so inconsistent before. The love and angst continues..
Taco Truck Appropriations
As I long prophesized, at some point someone with money would run with the taco truck idea and redirect it into something that was more recognizable for whitey. In Austin, this seems to have happened with Chef Rypka's Tex Mex at Torchy's Tacos. Traditional taco truck fare doesn't go anywhere near the Tex Mex world of guacamole and queso dip, and shouldn't have to change it's approach to be popular, yet that's why I'm naive/idealistic. Put another way, it makes sense that Tex Mex would sell in a taco truck.
And to be fair, there is more than just Tex Mex on the menu, and I've heard is that the food is quite good, but the glaring question, of course, is where's the al pastor?
And so goes another week on the streets of San Antonio (and Austin.) As always, to be continued...
For months, sportswriters have salivated at the thought of a
Lakers-Celtics matchup in the NBA Finals, figuring this would mean the
renewal of the league's greatest rivalry. It's true that whenever we
see these teams on the court together, our minds inevitably flash back
to Chamberlain-Russell, West-Havliceck, and Magic-Bird.
Dig a little deeper, however, and you can make a stronger case for Spurs-Lakers as the greater playoff rivalry. Over the last 40 years, the Celtics have met the Lakers in the finals four times (1969, 1984, 1985, and 1987), with each franchise winning twice. If we count this season, however, the Spurs and Lakers have met six times in the last 10 years (always in the second or third round), and even the blowouts have been dramatic. Between them, these two teams have won seven of nine NBA titles in the post-Jordan era, and eight of the nine Western Conference crowns. Beyond that, they've always had chemistry: The glamour and flash of Kobe Bryant and Co. vs. the fundamental brilliance of Tim Duncan and his mates. And both superstars have something major to prove: Bryant, that he can go all the way without Shaq. Duncan, that he can win back-to-back titles. Something's got to give.
After four years and at least 14 permit application revisions, Waste Control Specialists
today was awarded a contested and highly-controversial license to begin
burying radioactive waste in a series of trenches in western Andrews
The site is at southwest end of the Panhandle near the New Mexico state line, where it backs up to an international consortium's uranium enrichment plant now under construction in neighboring Lea County, N.M.
Owned by Dallas-based billionaire and major GOP contributor Harold Simmons, WCS entered West Texas in the late '90s after more than a dozen years of failed state efforts to open a facility to dispose of radioactive civilian wastes from Texas and its compact partners of Maine and Vermont.
Once successful in getting legislation passed that allowed a private company to pick up the state's federally-mandated compact responsibilities, the company began vigorously pursuing the more lucrative U.S. Department of Energy waste streams.
Today, that effort paid off — despite ruptures within the TCEQ staff, many of which have gone public to decry the license on the grounds that the geology and hydrology of the site is not adequate to keep the waste contained for the required 50,000 years. (Read application terms and conditions.)
Former staffer in the radioactive materials division of TCEQ, Glenn Lewis, said that he assisted in characterizing the site for four years while the permit application went through "at least" 14 revisions.
Despite his group's finding that the site was unsuitable, and the two largest Notice of Deficiencies ever issued by the agency, Lewis said "there was the expectation clearly communicated four years ago that these licenses would ultimately be granted."
"Once it became clear that the geology was deficient … that the site was so profoundly deficient, we thought somehow that would be the stake through the heart."
Geologist Pat Bobeck resigned from the agency in protest.
"The application contained inconsistencies and contradictions and a lack of detailed geologic data," Bobeck said in a Sierra Club press release issued this afternoon. "There is water there in that clay and in the siltstone and water is going to move that waste around. It's going to cause problems and there's no way around that."
Perry-appointed TCEQ Commish's voted 2-1 to deny a requested contested case hearing and approved a radioactive waste dump that at least one former inspector says will sit just 14 feet above groundwater supplies. It is unclear at this point if that water is connected to the Ogallala — the nation's largest freshwater aquifer.
A contested case hearing would have required that lack of clarity to be rectified, Cyrus Reed, the state Sierra Club's conservation director, said during a conference call yesterday.
Eunice resident Rose Gardner, denied standing by the TCEQ today, said she intends to "bring awareness not just to the people that are ignoring this, but to the whole country."
Among the wastes to be buried will include some of the hottest of so-called "low-level" waste mined in the Belgian Congo and stored for many years in Fernald, Ohio.
The Sierra Club insists the Commissioners:
* failed to adequately characterize the underground geology and hydrology of the site;
* failed to model for severe weather events, including high winds;
* did not consider the potential for radioactive traffic accidents;
* did not look at surface water run-off;
* and did not even perform the required one-year of pre-operation monitoring.
Reed said today the group is considering filing a motion for the TCEQ to reconsider its decision and possibly appealing to the State District Court.
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Okay, I just came from digesting the solar world vision in a 20-minute Powerpoint as presented by one of the industry's leading actors at Bill Sinkins' Bday bash ("Only politics" stands in the way, we're told), so my expectation level is, perhaps, appropriately high.When I'm told that San Antonio's Imagine Homes has been named the nation's top green home builder, my thoughts rush through a lot crazy, glassy images thanks to all those mind-expanded European architects on the loose.
Somebody, hurry. Place a collect call to Build SA Green
(I hear they have some sway) and see if you can start that ball moving.
It's time to imagine not just San Antonio but South Texas as a green
SAN ANTONIO (Imagine Homes) – The National Association of Home Builders (NAHB) has named San Antonio-based Imagine Homes the nation's top green home builder among companies that produce single-family homes for the mass market.
The nation's largest home builder association awarded Imagine Homes its 2008 Single Family Production Home of the Year honor during its Tenth Annual NAHB National Green Building Conference in New Orleans last weekend.
Judges graded competitors on a variety of criteria, including their statements of green building philosophy and awareness of environmental building initiatives, and examined their building processes starting with lot design and preparation.
"Imagine Homes has helped lead the way to the market's embrace of green homes, and in many ways is an industry pioneer," said Ray Tonjes, chair of the NAHB green building subcommittee. "When a green home doesn't look or feel significantly different from one built using more traditional construction methods, when builders have the tools and resources to build them without significant material or labor cost increases, and when consumers readily accept the finished product, then 'green' has arrived. I think it has."
So out of all the suits and influence peddlers
crammed into the Pearl
Brewery Stables (it's nicer than it sounds), who was the bigshot at
Sinkins' 95th? Well, I'm going to overlook the video greeting from
Governor Rick and SA Councilmember Cibrian's self-congratulatory
version of how our city got the DOE Solar City grant and say: Steven
Strong, founder of Solar
Time Mag dubbed him the "Hero for the Planet" back when Al Gore was still under gag order courtesy of the secret-sauce-swearing McClinton's.
I'm working on getting Strong's PowerPoint to share witcha. Until then, check out his Q&A on Nova for more solar goodies.
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#1 Bolivia Calling
From On the Street Foreign Correspondent From Bolivia Roberto Guerra:
Thanks, Jones. So... we're sending that "postcard" out as a little email promo-type thing, but that's totally cool if you want to put it on the old blog. You know - we're also thinking of doing something like this with some semblance of regularity (mainly because it's a fun little exercise for us)... but we can send them your way from time to time if you're interested...
So - I assume you have to have a link to it, and can't just drag the QT file into the blog? That's actually how Rux's website works (since it's really a wordpress blog thing)... so I made this link for her this morning:
Give that a shot... and let me know if it works...
From filmmaker and cinematographer PJ Raval from Austin:
just wanted to let you know my documentary TRINIDAD (formerly known as "Best Kept Secret") will be premiering at the Los Angeles Film Festival this June in the documentary feature competition:
TRINIDAD uncovers Trinidad, Colorado's transformation from Wild West outpost to "sex change capital of the world," and follows three transgender women who may steer the rural ranching town toward becoming the "transsexual mecca."
i'm extremely excited about the premiere as it has been roughly four years in the making.
if you are around LA during that time, please come out to a screening and support the film as well as say hello (or tell a friend to!)
but since LA is so far away, there will be a "sneaky peeky preview" at the alamo south lamar on june 4th, 7pm (official details to follow)
so mark your calendars, the alamo screening will be a fundraiser to help raise money for the finishing costs of the doc's LA Film Festival premiere
please also stop by our new website:
and sign up for email updates so i can keep you informed.
From Friend of OTS Sparks...
After months of wanting to see the film, and then a year of forgetting about the film, finally the stars aligned and saw a copy of Old Joy at the video store the other night. Old Joy got some press as being the indie Broke Back Mountain. I can't speak to BBM because I never saw it but there is no "ICQY" moment in this film. There's the amazing Will Oldham in a rare moment as an actor. A Yo La Tengo soundtrack (even if it's really only one song they keep playing over and over, though I suppose in soundtrack terminology that's called a "theme".
The film is about two aging hipsters who fallen out of touch. One is more an architect/community gardener type; the other is less grounded and might be transient. They go on a trip out to the woods outside of Portland to find some hot springs. Very little happens. Even less is spoken. And yet, the film has a lasting effect. I watched with my eye on my email for the first part. I initially thought I wasn't especially enjoying the film but yet somehow hours later its scenes are still resonating with me. There is no central mystery in the sense of a twist or anything close to Hitchcock. However, many of the moments contain a perfect ambiguity that is engaging. It's difficult to say if the film has an ending but that's only because the film as a whole is about an ending.
This film might be enjoyed best alone.
Also, it's only 71 minutes long. This aspect is perfect to me. A slow paced film that is hardly over an hour long. It's the best of both worlds. 70s Cinema Meanderings yet without Paul Thomas Anderson/cinema savant self-entitlement.
I had seen a previous film by the director at Cinematexas in Austin about ten years ago. It was a long short film called Ode that was shot all on Super8 Kodachrome and the soundtrack was by Will Oldham, however he didn't act in it.
Here's a trailer from that film for those that might be interested...actually scratch that. Evidently the tubes have nothing to offer. However, I did find this unofficial Kanye West video with Will Oldham acting, again. It's full of rural, farm-life bling, burning rubber in tractors, and other rural odes to city life. Bizarre. But basically hilarious.
I had heard rumors and rumblings that Cascabel was no longer what it used to be like. Funny, that same argument is being made against the Spurs. More on them in a moment. I stopped by Cascabel and had some tacos and other snacks. The al pastor taco was still solid, though no one in Texas seems to have the energy to throw in the traditional pineapple. I also tried the puerco a la cascabel taco, which also was solid but diminuitive. There was something reassuring about having so many pork options that were all distinct but similar. An abundance of beef and chicken options would have been second guessing on their part. The flor de calabaza quesadilla seemed more like a small empanada than what quesadilla means in Tex Mex parlance. Nonetheless, everything seemed to be doing well as of Thursday May 15th at 6:56 pm.
Hours later I heard that Cascabel at one point made the infamous torta ahogada - the Yeti of tortas, the answer to the riddle of the vast Jalisco Myth.
Now it seems I need to go back again to find out.
(sin permiso de Jalisco)
What I said before Game 6 of the Spurs/Hornets series:
"Well, if they don't win this game they better go out swinging. Of the 13 players on the team, 4 to 6 of them might be playing in the last game of their career. If that's the case, there's no reason not to be desperate, and if needed, dirty."
What I said at half-time of Game 6 of the Spurs/Hornets series in a conversation with Menudo Terremoto Williams (with whom a lengthy interview detailing Tim Duncan's purported Dungeons and Dragons myth will be addressed):
"The first half was good, but all our first halves have been good. They might fall apart. They might blow them out. Perhaps a Robert Horry hipcheck will be the difference."
What I said after Game 6 of the Spurs/Hornets series:
"The Robert Horry pick in the back of David West will either be seen as a horribly dirty play, which it wasn't. Or, as completely an accident, which it wasn't either. What's wrong with finally giving back some of the physical play we've been getting in the first 5 games?"
This Spurs team is so old...it sounds like the beginning of a bad mama joke. But the team's age is high, and if they can win the Finals this year, then they would be the oldest team ever to do so. To see the qualities of excellence and obsolesence alternating from game to game and moment to moment can be overwhelming. Their struggle this year to be champions has taken on the opponent of Time. In that sense, the team knows they are at the end of their moment. The season isn't over yet, and though I think I'll be happy to see many of these players leave after the season, at the same time, I wish they could go out on top. It's a microcosm of life itself.
Game 7 on Monday will be the end or a beginning. No one thinks they have much of a chance. It should be interesting.
And so goes another week on the streets of San Antonio. As always, to be continued...
Green jobs and solar roofs? In Hondo?
This month's election in small-but-growing, 9,000-population Hondo west of SA has dramatically shifted the makeup of the city council there — and its agenda.
With a three-candidate sweep achieved under the banner of the "Real Change Campaign," volunteers and organizers from San Antonio's Southwest Workers Union helped usher in a platform hinged upon environmental and economic justice matters.
Born in Hondo (like new councilmember and SWU labor organizer Chavel Lopez), the Union is celebrating its 20-year anniversary — a milestone now enhanced by the victory in Medina County.
The local paper didn't quite catch on to what was happening (or chose to ignore it), sticking to a safer analysis piggybacking on natural voting trends. (Online, the deeply historic vote was listed right under the baseball glove donation article.)
Over the years, we've all grown accustomed to the wild disparity
between the way NBA teams perform at home and on the road. But the 2008
postseason has brought the absurdity to a new level. So far, home teams
have built a 17-1 record in the second round of the playoffs, and the
lone blemish -- Orlando's Game 4 loss to Detroit -- would have been
averted if Hedo Turkoglu hadn't blown a last-second layup. The Boston
Celtics built the best record in the league this year and they're 0-6
in the postseason. What does that tell us?
No matter how closely you scrutinize the Spurs' first five games against the New Orleans Hornets, you can't provide a logical, X's-and-O's explanation for why the defending champs look so dominant at home and so utterly inept when the third quarter rolls around in New Orleans. Sure, Tim Duncan battled a fever in the first two games, but what's his excuse for the poor shooting night in Game Five? Without question, the Hornets played a more dogged brand of defense last night than we saw in Game Four, with hard double-teams on Duncan and quick rotations to the Spurs' jump shooters. But does that explain a 42-point swing from Sunday to Tuesday?
Regardless of your biases, you can't help but come to the conclusion that the big difference between playing at home and on the road is not the crowd's intensity or the comfort that comes with a familiar court. It's the officiating. In San Antonio, Tony Parker has driven to the basket with impunity, aware that he's either going to slip by his defender or get a foul call. In New Orleans, he sees a clogged lane and is less willing to invade the paint, probably mindful of the fact that he's less likely to get a call if there's contact. So in San Antonio, the Spurs generate a lot of easy points, and in New Orleans they settle for outside shots. Why that always catches up with them in the third quarter is another issue, but the fundamental problem with the Spurs (and the Celtics, Jazz, Cavaliers, and Lakers) is that they lose their sense of aggression on the opponent's floor. It's hardly a new issue, but it's threatening to turn the NBA playoffs into a bad joke.
New nuke plants have become quite
the controversial undertaking in San Anto. Not in the upper levels of
CPS, where they elevate at abuelita's secret mole status, a charge to
kill and die for. If not to "lie" for, then at least to withhold every
shred of relevant information, a process that had become -- in the
words of one council member last night as I left the hall with Toxie --
a "shell game."
Problem isn't with CPS. It's with the voters, and the proposal is getting uncomfortably close to City Council. That bunch actually has to answer to the public -- without the benefit a multi-million public relations budgets to cloud their tracks.
In what nuke-fighters are counting as a preliminary victory, CPS agreed to pull the <1% of the proposed rate hike for nuclear explorations from the equation, replacing it with an expanded efficiency program.
Efficiency is that free energy flowing out your shoddy insulation that a large slice of SA can't afford to restuff; it is the process of trapping wasted energy that doesn't serve a utility's bottom line (other than saving them those millions/billions needed for new megaplants).
When the City-owned utility's press release on this unexpected reversal reached the Current, it just so happened our pal the Toxic Avenger was milling about the fax machine waiting for an update from the janitorial union. Seeing the nuclear reference, he snatched it with his PCB-soaked toadskin and no one here dared to pull it away.
He offers us this analysis (PR is in black):
"Low culture, high
culture and no culture all co-existing uneasily in another installment
of On the Street. As always, read at your own risk"
On the Street
Letters (to the Penthouse Suite)
#1 Not Dadaist Poetry/Bring in the Clowns/Batman
In what could be one of his last contributions OTS insider Everett wrote to give me answers for a pre-Finals quiz...
Answers, courtesy of Mr. Yoshi.
14. D. density control tool
21. C. Lead mask with a pinhole.
25. D. Section Depth
30. B. False
By the way, I saw No Country For Old Men today. Freakin awesome. I like how the ending wasn't cliche and "Sugar" didn't get caught at the end. GREAT acting. Did you know Eddy #@%## is afraid of clowns? He told me this when he told me how he saw the trailer for the new Batman "The Dark Knight". He thinks the Joker is the just the ugliest. In case your curious, URL below...
#2 La Paz Calling
OTS Foreign Correspondent from La Paz Roberto Guerra wrote to keep us informed of the constitutional hijinks being played out in Bolivia...
Here's a couple links for articles from today:
& a little background:
There are way more out there... but a lot are in Spanish. Also... I'll have photos from the counter demonstration in La Paz if you want to use a couple later in the week...
#3 Free Money?
Friend of OTS Nico writes with this helpful information...
At my job at the American Payroll Association, I came across a state website that lists all people who have unclaimed property/wages. Some of you that I searched have money!
Anyway, search yourself, your friends, your family--you might be surprised! (I had $150 from a job three years ago. Who knew?)
#4 Absinthe (The Reverend Wright Story That Won't Go Away)
Hope the party went well! If you came up with any recipes, we're always happy to know of new ones.
If you were so moved by the spirit as to write something, San Antonio readers would be interested to know that the Absinthe Verte is available for purchase from the following online retailers:
K & L Wine Merchants (www.klwines.com)
The Jug Shop (www.thejugshop.com)
Astor Wines and Spirits (www.astorwines.com)
Hi-Time Wine Cellars (www.hitimewine.net)
D & M Wines & Liquors (www.dandm.com)
Morrell & Company (www.morrellwine.com)
Borisal Liquor & Wine* (www.drinkupny.com) *international shipping available
#5 A Wedding Party Gone Wrong
Michael from Austin shares this with us...
for lovers of musical theater (and I fucking hate musical theater) and failed theater majors everywhere
And this, something about "psychogeography"...
#6 The Only That Is Amusing Menudo Terremoto Williams These Days
For shell-shocked Spurs fans this video might be amusing and "inspirational"...
#7 Not A Whizzinator
OTS Fan Lady Vick sends this video...
Carrot and Wine
To begin, as usual, with an old perspective. If I see that hanging from the ceiling one more time, then I'll be forced to ask questions.
Joan had some publicity in the recent issue of the paper.
These two pieces reminded me of something I would see at Webb Gallery in Waxahachie. But what do I know, according to Fabian's description these pieces draw influence from the decorations on Pakistani trucks.
This foto reminded me of much of the work from all the shows - it was more interesting visually than intellectually, which is not to say the work wasn't good. In fact, it seemed like a very strong showing all around.
Here, still in the Blue Star main gallery, are some interesting layers and implications.
Back at the ranch at the UTSA Satelite Gallery.
There was an unusual assortment of spheres and ears. The ears in a second...
One can almost not see the string and wonder if Criss Angel is behind all this.
A hint of the ears to come, but I'm mostly amused by the placement up in the corner.
The volume and arrangement were impressive.
A closer shot. I attempted some macro-lens theatrics but it all came out blurry.
Here, in the closet room around the corner, a time lapse video shows the process behind the work. This was not a lazy piece.
An incredible obsession with ears - pinna, auricle, all of it.
At the Joan Grona Gallery. Wide screen. This piece was best seen from a distance. On one hand I can't think of the drawbacks of macro-scopic intentions but my feeling is that many want work that can be closely scrutinized.
In the second room were these happy sad paintings.
Familiar but strange.
I'm not sure where I saw this description of Mark Hongensen but it's worth showing.
In the third room at Joan Grona I came across this drunken menagerie.
Anthropomorphism's demise has been greatly exaggerated.
And then back outside. By flying through the galleries it allowed me more time to notice this oddly placed sign.
The honeycomb seems like a work of art in itself. The contradiction was an apt foreshadow of the work inside.
I knocked but no one was home.
Justin sent in this foto from the show. 3 Walls looks transformed.
At the gallery next door, the Year of the Garden continued.
Fascinating little worlds. Like one of those things that you shake up and snow moves around, except it's larger and there's no snow. It's also more scientific. And the tiny orange cones next to the glass jars create wonderful depth confusion.
Senses of scale were challenged and confounded. This piece complimented the physical sculptures. The combination of 2-D and 3-D created a consistent world.
With some wide angle fotography, the challenge continues.
That seems to be the "dream" reporter job - jockey journalist. I imagine there's a lot of down time.
Later that night I ended up at a house/gallery across from Green Vegetarian. No, Green didn't do the catering as far as I know. I had often rolled by this house. Though its large corner lot should have made me notice it, I actually hadn't. The remodelling was done with incredible taste. I was told the building used to be some sort of dinner theater. I might not sure if Hal Holbrook ever had been here in Mark Twain drag, but he would have been honored.
To make the unspoken agreement plain - I document, try to have something to say, often don't so I talk around the issue, occasionally offend people, but in general, allow people to see things for themself. This clarity of this contract crystallized when I saw this piece and almost made comparisons to Kafka.
From outside. The mysteries of this house still intrigue me.
Later that night at Patsy's Ice House on Flores just north of San Pedro Springs Park. People often go there and wonder if it could be the next Taco Land. The size and dilipidation are both appropriate and true. Perhaps its the lack of an owner chiding the patrons. Most likely its silly to look for comparisons but I've heard it more than once. It's all part of PTSD. (Post Tacoland Stress Disorder.)
Oh, yeah, this was Game One of the Spurs/Hornets Series on the telly. Rockers and locals hovered around the set while an opening band loudly droned in the background. The mise en scene was surreal. Low frequency aggro-ambience in the background as people stared at the television like George Romero zombies. As the game progressed towards a humiliating defeat, people wandered away and waited for the band, hung outside and drank beer, and talked under their breath about actually having to pay a cover.
Gymkata v2.0/Out of Bounds
The Spurs/Hornets series, oddly, like the Spurs/Suns, series has occasionally veered into discussions of flopping. The obvious reason would be that the Spurs are notorious floppers. And flopping seems to considered an artform with its origins in Europe, like Expressionism. The Spurs are the most international team so the connection has been concretized.
But the Americans have quickly taken to the game. Last night's dead ball flop by Chris Paul, as he pulled some B-Movie gymnastics reminscent of the other Kurt Thomas, was perhaps taking the artform in a new direction. However, if one followed the official narrative it wouldn't be quite as apparent. And for Chris Paul in particular, the flopping issue has not stuck to him hyet.
The backlash against flopping could be considered a reaction to the European invasion of the game. It's difficult to walk through this minefield. Like with many things in sports, it's full of odd boundaries and contradictions. Some people think the Europeans are destroying the integrity of the game with their less masculine flopping. But if the game gets too rough and African Americans are seen fighting each other than this is somehow a shocking display. Of course baseball has weekly fights and hockey has daily fights but no one seems to be disturbed. What all this says about American Exceptionalism, race relations and the original Turner Thesis I'm not sure yet. (More grand un-unified theorizing to follow.)
The Pacers-Pistons brawl received an incessant scrutinization by the media. I suppose it's foolish to then make a connection to the incessant scrutinization of Revered Wright, but that's what we do at On the Street. As a second place blog, untested theories are constantly floated out to the scientific method of public opinion. The fear of 'threatening' black men on the basketball court = the fear of 'threatening' black men in the political arena? The merits, and yes, hope of Obama's amazing speech (which seems like two years ago now) has quickly disappeared. Obama has now practically had to say that equality is here and things are going well. How an intelligent conversation will progress from any of this, including my second place blogging, all remains to be seen.
And how will this fit into the equation...
And so goes another week on the streets of San Antonio. As always, to be continued...
My guess is this isn't the Muppet concept Jason Segel and Nick Stoller
The big question among NBA-playoff watchers over the last 48 hours has
been: Are the Spurs finally over-the-hill?
I'm reluctant to answer in the affirmative because I was convinced that age had caught up with this team two years ago when they struggled to keep up with a younger, quicker Dallas Mavericks team in the Western Conference semifinals. And I wouldn't be surprised to see the Spurs rebound at home this week after two demoralizing, blowout losses to the New Orleans Hornets.
But there are troubling echoes in this series of the Spurs' 2004 elimination at the hands of the Fab Four Lakers (the one-year experiment featuring Shaq, Kobe Bryant, Gary Payton, and Karl Malone). That year, after winning the first two games of the series, the Spurs were muzzled by an LA defense that dared them to score from the perimeter. In much the same way the Hornets have frustrated Tim Duncan with persistent double-teams, the 2004 Lakers used the wily Karl Malone to keep Duncan off-balance. The Spurs' crucial Game 4 and Game 6 losses in that series were eerily like the first two games of the Hornets' series: The Spurs played well for a half, then collapsed in an ugly second -half parade of three-point bricks and wilting transition defense. As Duncan faded in that series, no one could pick up the slack. Certainly, the Tony Parker of 2008 is a more formidable player than he was four years ago, but he's still an inconsistent jump shooter, and the Hornets' speed on the defensive end has kept him from getting to the paint. Even if the Spurs shoot better in San Antonio, the dynamics of this series are troubling for Duncan and Co.
Last night, Commissioner Lyle Larson was complaining about lack of
county controls on development at a hearing over the expansion of
Scenic Loop Road.
Some suggested we should just stop building roads and choke the new growth out. A lot of applause and head nodding and "developers are out of control" agreement.
Maybe next session lawmakers will allow counties decide if they want their hills blasted and leveled for more concrete and asphalt.
The following was datamined from the San Antonio Tree Coalition's excellent blog, Tree Speech:
Here's what Toll Brothers says:
(Image courtesy of Lake|Flato Architects)
San Anto has been slowly catching the solar wave. However, from jail showers to quik-marts to private homes and Fort Sam silicon, the rooftop panels are spreading among us with an increasing clip.
Pearl Brewery's revitalization effort (pic above) brought the announcement of a solar roof array to be the state's largest of its kind. Though still limited to a sort of a commercial experiment to the minds inside partial funder CPS Energy, the 200-kilowatt array will power a quarter of the reanimated warehouse.
A milestone was reached earlier this year when the U.S. Department of Energy selected San Antonio as one of 12 U.S. cities to receive $200,000 to pump up the kilowattage of pollution-free energy.
It was such advances that set the stage for the largest Solar Fest yet, Solar San Antonio's hoedown.
I flared solar plaudits at Harman on Earth over the weekend and posted this summery sliver of good vibrations:
South Texas Opposes Pollution (STOP) and the Coastal Bend
Sierra Club are sponsoring a teach-in on uranium mining in
Kingsville on May 17.
The course will be led by Dr. Richard Abitz (resume clip below), who has worked since the '80s on problems related to hazardous and radioactive waste contamination.
The stated course objective is to help regional residents better understand what uranium is, where it comes from, how it is mined, and what happens when it is dissolved in water.
It's a timely topic as companies scout South Texas to revive old mine fields and drill into new ones.
There is no charge for attendance.
Documentaries are always
fun so I thought I would spend
the evening running around with my video camera. You may have
seen me at
some point throughout the night trying to balance the video camera and
and I may have spilled beer on a few people. If you were one of those
I do apologize...please forgive me.
I hear I missed fighting pole dancers, drunken buffoons and other rowdy mishaps, but there's always next year. So without further ado, here are a few highlights from the Current's "Best of 2008" party...
"High culture, low
culture, and no culture all co-existing uneasily in another episode of
On the Street. As always read at your own risk."
On the Street
Fiesta came and went. And sadly, another week was spent trapped inside behind books. And yet the web-log goes on. As always, to the letters...
Letters (to the Penthouse Suite)
#1 Absinthe Returns
From paid informant Jennifer came this brief message...
Came across this article and thought you'd enjoy it. :-)
Absinthe's Mind-Altering Mystery Solved - Yahoo! News
The article is quite similar to one that I originally read regarding St. George Spirits. The absinthe ingredient thujone is discussed and then dismissed. Thujone, in some ways, is like global warming and carbon dioxide - the results are there but the reasons for are still debated.
And just when I thought the absinthe talk was done for the week...
#2 Absinthe Returns Again (But Never Left)
Hope all went well with the party. Wondering if you are planning on running an item about the absinthe verte. Let me know too if there's anything you need (distiller bios, artwork, etc.)
A promise was made to drink the absinthe, oddly, for the Kentucky Derby on Saturday. We'll see what happens...
#3 Coming Home
From 3 Walls Gallery came this notice for First Friday...
May 2-26, 2008
Opening First Friday May 2, 6-9pm
night picnic on the grass Wednesday May 7, 7-11pm
ceremonial lawn cutting May 26 @ 5pm (also show closing)
open by appointment, 210-219-1562
Three Walls is located in studio 106D Blue Star, Building B, San Antonio, TX
The ceremonial lawn cutting makes me wonder - perhaps this really is the year of The Garden? May 26 will be the answer. On the other hand, shades of anthropomorphism might still be found this week at Joan Grona Gallery on First Friday. The (false) debate continues...
#4 On the Street Foreign Correspondent from La Paz Bear Briefly Reports In
With the title Hola Amigos, came this message...
Hola amigos... I hope y'all are all doing well and gearing up for at least a little summertime relaxation up in the States. I know everyone's busy... but I wanted to share with you all that I have just finished my new website (same address as the old one www.bearguerra.com) and I'd love for you to check it out when you have a few minutes and see some of what I've/we've been working on lately. Of course any feedback/thoughts/suggestions would be most appreciated...
The new website for all to check out. Fotos On the Street only aspires towards.
Last Friday (Aka, Time to Break Out the Umbrellas)
On the way to the Downtown Highlife ride. And yes, as always, that means rain is shortly behind.
The Battle of Flowers Parade was missed. But a glimpse of T 'n T - tacos and turkey legs. (More on them later.)
A late word was sent out to meet at the VFW Hall instead of the Alamo. We rolled down to alert anyone who didn't get the message.
There was a large gathering of people at the Atlee Ayers VFW Hall. Televisions, turkey legs, and cans of Pearl Light were everywhere. Word of an impending storm was shared amongst riders. Some left early to avoid the monsoon. Others took their chance.
Saturday began late. A trip was made to King William Festival. A detour was made on Wickes Street. By the time we arrived to King William proper there was still a few people left...
This genormous smoker/atomic bomb had its own force of gravity. It was a foreshadowing of turkey legs to come.
OTS Insider Margaret Levi Honeycutt makes a note about an architectural detail.
If any image summarized Saturday perhaps it was this one. Not for anything out of the ordinary, just a casual interaction.
Hyperbubble breaking down the equipment. Yeah, that was missed as well.
And so began the walk out. Rumors of more music at Beethoven's lured us that away.
Exploding Sex Kittens were just finishing their set as we arrived. Dr. Escamilla, on the left with the guitar, was a prominent aspect of the cover story from back in January, "The Kids Are Alright", for those that recall.
One half of the Lutz Brothers on the mic. They had just finished singing a Hickoids standard.
The Party is Over
In basketball, the Spurs finally got past the Suns, and perhaps for good. As with the Mavericks, self-implosion was heard across the Southwest.
The long lost red-headed son of Uwe Blab (a Maverick stiff drafted one spot before Joe Dumars) gives his impression of the firing of Avery Johnson (Spurs Jersey Retiree). He seems to be okay with the decision.
And then there's this journalist who thinks otherwise.
This cheeseball video celebrates the Suns historic letdowns. In that sense, it's hilarious, at least for a few moments.
Here, the Phoenix Suns address their recent demise to the media. There's lots of schadenfreude here, as well as praise from the Spurs. Raja Bell's comments are the most interesting.
Like Avery Johnson, the Suns coach is on the way out as well. It hasn't happened yet but it will soon.
And so where does that leave the Spurs? Their two biggest rivals (Dallas and Phoenix) are now complete ghosts. Though the Spurs get older, somehow they're still right at the head of the pack. After a regular season that seemed full of questions, things are looking good again.
The city regroups. The Spurs move ahead. Interest rates are lowered again as a potentially desperate and predictable move to improve the economy/give breaks to the banking industry. Plans for the Brackenridge Golf Course site are debated. And yet, some of our best weather yet for April. Spring wanes. Summer looms.
And so goes another week on the streets of San Antonio. As always, to be continued...