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Galveston

Even in its hedonic infrastructure, Galveston displayed grand aspirations. The city had five hundred saloons, more than New Orleans, a city not exactly known for banking its fires. Galveston’s poshest whorehouse was situated right behind its richest men’s club, the Artillery Club, which barred women except for an annual ball and the occasional coming-out party of a member’s daughter. The city’s most disreputable block was Fat Alley, between 28th and 29th. In Galveston alcohol was blood, but one could also gamble, acquire love, and lose oneself in an opium mist.

The city exhibited a rare harmony of spirit. Blacks, whites, Jews, and immigrants lived and worked side by side with an astonishing degree of mutual tolerance.

From Issac’s Storm. Oh how I wish the city was still like this.

“It’s Night of the Livin’ Fuckin’ Dead!”

Took a solo roadtrip this weekend — solo, because the dog, who was riding in the front seat, wasn’t very good at keeping up his end of the conversation. I’ve never made the 150-mile drive to the Hill Country alone before, and this time the three hours actually felt like three long hours on the straightest stretch of Interstate 10 in the country.

My shitty iPod tape adapter only plays music out of one half of my speakers, and I was sick of the 10 or so CDs I had. For some reason I thought it might be worthwhile to scan the dials, hoping there would be listen-worthy radio on a Friday night. Somewhere between Schulenburg and Luling, I caught several Christian/self help stations in a row, including one where three gossipy women were having a would-you-ever conversation regarding stripping for one’s husband/boyfriend at his request in the privacy of one’s home. All three women talked about this hypothetical request as if it were the most scandalous thing they could possibly think of doing.

It took all I had inside not to swerve to the side of the road and pull a Sailor and Lula after that.

Houston, 1969

From my friend Swapatorium’s flickr stream:

Yep, that is Dean’s Credit Clothing 41 years ago, when it was actually a clothing store and not a music venue. Also, in the background:

The Lomas & Nettleton Building originally housed offices, but was converted into a residential loft tower in 1999 and renamed the “Franklin Lofts”.

Although given the title of Houston’s first “skyscraper”, the structure is not actually a high-rise. As the Franklin Lofts is considered to be a low-rise building, the 10-story 711 Main, now known as “Capitol Lofts”, which was completed in 1908 and rises 10 floors, was actually the city’s first “high-rise” building to rise at least 10 floors.

Montrose documentary

Last year I tweeted about seeing a documentary about my gayborhood on PBS. Well, I finally found the preview online. The full-length version features a not-yet-elected Mayor Annise Parker.

MONTROSE TEXAS: The Transformation of a Neighborhood from FAST CUT FILMS on Vimeo.

Wes Anderson on the Menil Collection

Wes Anderson hatred abounds, buy y’all can all suck it.

Anderson: I always feel like there are specific things about Houston. There’s one museum in particular in Houston. So many of the things that I’m interested in now I can sort of trace back to that museum, which introduced me to them.

Cocker: What museum is that?

Anderson: It’s called The Menil Collection. There was this woman, Dominique de Menil—I think she was French, but she had one of the great Texas oil fortunes—and her art collection was vast. She collected lots of surrealist works—Salvador Dalí and René Magritte and Max Ernst and those Joseph Cornell boxes. She also collected abstract expressionist and pop art. So there were those John Chamberlain sculptures made from smashed-up cars and Dan Flavin fluorescent tubes and pieces by Donald Judd and Cy Twombly. There’s a building they call the Rothko Chapel that’s just these [Mark] Rothko pieces. I’d never heard of any of this before I walked through those doors. But there’s no place where I feel quite as much at home as I do in Houston. Even if Houston is not the place that I find the most exciting necessarily, it’s very peaceful for me to go there, I think, because I’m from there.*

If you’ve ever been to The Menil (my favorite museum in Houston (my favorite museum in the world is The British Museum)) and then watched The Royal Tennenbaums you can see the influence everywhere, from Eli Cash’s obsession with Indian masks to the (fictional) 375th St YMCA, which I’m convinced is modeled after the Downtown Y in Houston.

* From an interview with my boyfriend, Jarvis Cocker, in Interview Magazine, via Culturemap.

Chili for chilly weather

When I did my run yesterday morning it was 20º outside, which might not seem too cold if you’re from, say Chicago, but Houston is having its coldest winter in something like 17 years and it feels downright apocalyptic.

I came home, took the hottest shower I could handle, then spent the rest of the day bundled up in bed trying to figure out why my face felt so hot. I left the house only to see a truly horrible concert, then came home again and crawled right back under the covers.

The day before the cold front hit CLH made a huge pot of our friend’s award-winning vegetarian chili and I can swear to you it is the best chili I have ever eaten. It’s been getting us through this cold front better than My Antonia and Eastern Promises consumed in front of a space heater ever could.

When I eat vegetarian, I don’t normally eat fake meats, usually just eat veggie-only meals. But the fakemeat crumbles in this chili give it a more authentic texture. I’m not crazy about canned veggies, but I do like to use Kroger’s organic brand for the canned tomatoes and beans. But that doesn’t help you if you don’t live near a Korger, now does it. Sorry. I also substitute hominy for the corn because I can’t stand canned yellow corn. This chili is easy to make, quick, and one pot will last you for days. Recipe below: (more…)

The Big Bend

As you have no doubt surmised, I’m in vacation mode. I’m leaving this morning for a week-long Texas road trip that will culminate in Big Bend, where I’ll be spending New Year’s Eve with CLH and some friends, including the geologist who takes tequila shots with halite.

This geologist friend is the same person who was the subject, three years ago, of a Houston Press cover story wherin he kayaked down Buffalo Bayou all the way to the Houston Ship Channel, one of the most polluted bodies of water in the U.S. Who knows what kind of adventures he’ll have in store for us in Big Bend.

At first I wasn’t planning on taking my computer but I might have to do some work on the road. Stops along the way include Marfa, Terlingua and our friends’ cabin in the middle of nowhere. The rest of the nights we’re just playing it by ear.

Here’s to a new year and a new decade.

Homage

Charming little video homage to Houston, featuring music from the Tontons.

(Via Rocks Off, which is giving away a free pair of tickets to the House of Blues show of one’s choice to the first person to correctly name 20 of the locations shown.)

I voted for her. Twice.

Remember winter, the four hours of it we had in Houston? John Stewart thinks this is related.


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Winter in summerland

So the big news here last weekend was that it snowed — a lot — on Friday. I don’t have to tell you this because I say it every time it snows here, but it never snows in Houston.

Think:Snow from Chase Rees on Vimeo.

Too bad it didn’t really stick, because it was coming down big and fast for a few hours. See the video above for proof. The first part reminds me of my video of the coral spawning, because that’s really what it looked like — upside down snow. (Via 29-95.)

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