Posts from January, 2003

  • 30
    Jan
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    Shelly States
    I drive by Las Manos Magicas, on the corner of South First and Live Oak almost every day. But other than peeking my head in a few years ago, but I couldn’t remember what they sold and what the shop was like. Here was an opportunity to check the place out. Although she was [...]
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  • 29
    Jan
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    Gail Chovan Blackmailed Me
    In his State of the Union speech this evening, President Bush reminded us that small businesses are good for the economy. Somehow I don’t think Blackmail, on South Congress Avenue, is the sort of place he had in mind.
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  • 28
    Jan
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    NoMo
    First there were neighborhoods like SoHo and TriBeCa. SoHo, a clever abbreviation for South of Houston (for those of us in Texas, it is pronounced “How Stun”), reached its creative zenith in the 70s. TriBeCa, or Triangle Below Canal, was home to many of the artists that fled SoHo once it became a [...]
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  • 23
    Jan
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    Waking Life
    I usually wake up about fifteen minutes after I fall asleep. It has been this way for a few years now. Even if I am really tired and immediately conk out, I can look at the clock when I wake up and approximately fifteen minutes will have passed. Last night was an exception. [...]
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  • 22
    Jan
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    Shallow Jean Pool
    I had planned to go the Martin Luther King Day march from Huston-Tillotson College to the Capitol but instead went to the mall. I would assuage my guilt by buying something. My goal, I would decide, was to procure a pair of dark blue, regular-fitting jeans. Brand did not matter. Price was not a huge [...]
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