Tuesday, March 30, 2010


Excited about all the new data

(CNN) -- Scientists at the Large Hadron Collider managed to make two proton beams collide at high energy Tuesday, marking a "new territory" in physics, according to CERN, the European Organization for Nuclear Research.

The $10 billion research tool has been accelerating the beams since November in the LHC's 17-mile tunnel on the border of Switzerland and France.

The beams have routinely been circulating at 3.5 TeV, or teraelectron volts, the highest energy achieved at the LHC so far, according to CERN, the European Organization for Nuclear Research.

(Here's the rest of the article: http://www.cnn.com/2010/TECH/science/03/30/large.hadron.collider/index.html?hpt=T2 )

Friday, July 3, 2009

As Jay Sherman would say, Hatchi Matchi!

Pure bravery-


-alluding to the mafiosos of Saytown

And now a list of things that make San Antonio bearable (despite the insane heat):

1). the weekly gourmet meals that my friend cooks for his wife and me
2). fruit cups with coconut, jicama, watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew, grapes, strawberries, lime, and red chile powder
3). the Huev (Web) House bar
4). Africa Live exhibit at the San Antonio Zoo IF you are not suffering from heat exhaustion
5). every convenience store sells Chamoys http://www.bad-candy.com/candies/chamoy/
6). the Big Red/Barbacoa special...everyday

7). the long-term bums staking their places for years are actually pretty nice
8). River Walk Expansion- where I take a stroll and end up at the VFW for peanut butter crackers and a Big Red
9). KONO 101.1 FM
10). SeaWorld (especially the Great White ride)

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Hitting close to home

I'm back in san anto and the gente stirs. International visitors from the Mexique are fighting for parking at La Cantera Shops in boxy black Escalades with cartoony Coahuila license plate. They ask for "banilla" at the gelato stand that has no such flavor and call out to each other (the days of the "estoy a la dillarts" talkie walkie are gone) in a tone reminiscent of the Mars Attacks-speak or Peanuts gang teacher voice.

literally on my street (actually, i've lived on both mentioned)

Thursday, March 27, 2008


the 17 stretches of Portland
lay out in front of you
like tracks for railcars
crisscrossing the earth

loving one ocean, while despising the other
knowing the one you love is shrinking
at 17 different points

a map configuration

to spell the name of his best face


(rain) in portland

i threw away my umbrella
and ate the rain
one drop
a time.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

the process of idea

Let's see...right now I'm moderately congested with tightened cracked skin that has become shiny because it is dead around my nostrils. My lips dry out easily like this, so I take dedicated breaths... too fast and a thick sniffle forms and sounds out. Making me sound dirty, like a homeless man on a bus.

Even though it's late afternoon, the overcast sky never seemed to really open up and have a day. I've missed a day. Thunder or a jet rumbles. It's rained a few times today, but not really leaving anything cleaner or refreshed.

To do: befriend a doctor specializing in sinus infections and lollipops

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

los encontramos

Apparently, I'm fluent in Spanish. A little fact I had practically zero knowledge of until this afternoon, in Rocio del Aguila's Spanish class, where I felt like queen of all things with a rolled r. I met my new christmas present today, it's called the Texas Archaeological Research Lab. Santa is Darrell Creel and if Santa had an Obi Wan mentor that would be Dale Hudler.

I miss Portland and I miss Mount Hood (that sneaky devil). This morning was colder than the "cold memory"- coming out of the movie theatre at night and sitting in my car doing operatic arias denouncing the cold and it's unannounced arrival and abrupt commingling with my bone marrow. that's the coldest memory I have on record.

Found my ratty old copy of the golden bough, and skimmed through it for inspiration the other night. It read like Foucault and I had a thought that went something like "war as the human expression of energized nature- the original function of Roman god Mars (Ares)- making plants grow". (on a post-it note that i wrote hastily, stuck to my computer monitor)

Carmex in a tube, a puzzle box that you must put together to open, my childhood crush, Brad Renfro dead at 25. RIP, I loved you in Bully. This is the news of the previous week, and honestly, the truest inspiration I've ever found- it was all in me.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

running down a thunder road in jungleland

note to self: someday I can BE the Boss when they do his biopic (at least the mid-70s Born to Run scenes).

Let me say that Bob Dylan's manner of talking/singing has always reminded me of a 5-year old in constant response to someone taking away their toy (whatever the hell kids play with nowdays). Like "heeyyy...that's miiinneee" and carrying on as they try to reason with said toy-taker, continuing the subdued, slightly whiny intonation pattern.

Nonetheless, I'm intrigued (if Cate Blanchett came to Austin I would take her to the country & western gay bar on 4th St that looks like the inside of a Bill Miller's BarBQue) :