More Money for Schools? Take a Hike, Kid.

Texas public schools are barely squeaking by, The New York Times reported this morning in a heart-rending story about state budget cuts. Things have gotten so dire that the Times led its story with the horrifying tale of a youth in Hutto, northeast of Austin, who must now walk a…

A Less-Than-Crushing Blow for the EPA

Last week, in response to a post Brantley Hargrove wrote about power giant Energy Future Holdings’ slow death waltz with potential bankruptcy, a commenter gently smacked him for ignoring some Major News related to power plants, smokestacks, etc. “And in other [news] this kid refuses to cover. The 5th Circuit…

Collecting Internet Sales Taxes — What a Great Damn Idea, Mofo

Well, crap. Look, I’m generally pro-government. You know, down with Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., who said, “I like to pay taxes. With them I buy civilization.” And like any good leftie hippie-type, I just love kitschy Main Street shops that I’d definitely ride my bike to if it weren’t…

The Big Electricity Question: How Much Are Dry Nuts Worth?

As Brantley pointed out yesterday, the Texas Public Utility Commission got down to hard numbers last week as it inched further toward what appears to be inevitable — a huge increase in the current $3,000 per megawatt-hour cap on the price of wholesale electricity during times when demand is high…

A Simple Response to Texas’ Blackout Blues: Bend Over

A picture is worth 6,700 words. If you look around on our home page, you’ll find “Blackout Blues,” a story by Brantley Hargrove about North Texas’ biggest electricity company, the EPA, money and lies. It’s a good read. The gist of the story is simple: We’re screwed. How screwed? Well,…

Gotta Know the Territory

He’s just a bang-beat, bell-ringing, big-haul, great-go, neck-or-nothin’, rip-roarin’, every-time-a-bull’s-eye salesman. That’s Professor Harold Hill, Harold Hill. And like robins in spring the good professor and his con make regular returns to Dallas with performances of Music Man — not that anyone is complaining. Who could be grumpy about a…

The Grammys Aren’t A Beauty Pageant, Okay?

They may lack the hot females and new-agey synth of those Celtic Women, or the leggy high-stepping of Riverdance, but to that we say “thank you, God.” No one’s ever going to give Paddy Moloney and the rest of The Chieftains a beauty prize, but they did manage to collect…

Arias Are Hazardous

Spoiler alert: The lovers die, but not before singing a whole bunch. Other people die too. Also singing. And thus we arrive at the moral of Tristan and Isolde: Singing will kill you. Listening to singing, though, is probably safe, so live dangerously and check out the Richard Wagner opera…

Oh Say Can You Sing?

Like to play the ponies? Think you can sing? Then put your mouth where your money is a take a real gamble — singing the national anthem at Lone Star Park. The horse track is inviting soloists, duos, groups, choirs and instrumentalists to try out for a chance to perform…

Dork You, Pal

Huh. Well, it seems some Observer editor doesn’t think much of science fiction, referring to this weekend’s SFX Sci-Fi Expo, taking place at the Irving Convention Center, as “dorkocity.” That seems a little dismissive of a genre that’s brought us A Canticle for Leibowitz and works from the likes of…

Please, Send a Tsunami

When Sherwood Schwartz died last year, the creator of Gilligan’s Island and The Brady Bunch ranked a lengthy obit in The New York Times, complete with a quote from a pair of academics who wrote, “Schwartz was pioneering a dramatic matrix built upon the emerging cultural concept of the ‘support…

Django-ed Nerves

The poor soul who attempted to teach me guitar at age 40 was a jazz man, a fan of the great Django Reinhardt and the Gypsy-infused, swing guitar style he perfected in France in the ’30s and ’40s. Maybe my teacher thought that if Reinhardt could overcome adversity — born…

More Twain than Twain

Actor Hal Holbrook has portrayed Mark Twain longer than Samuel Clemens did — 57 years for Holbrook, who first performed a version of his one-man stage show as Twain in 1954, versus 47 years for Clemens. So it’s not surprising that the white-wigged, mustachioed, sardonic, witty grandfatherly archetype Holbrook has…