Category Archives: Texana

Stocking up

Lots of folks at the grocery this morning buying up bottled water, batteries and canned goods, in anticipation of possible lengthy power outages if Ike’s core comes close to Austin after crossing the coast early Saturday. Mom, visiting friends in Maryland, is scheduled to come back Saturday but now may have to wait until Sunday, if Austin’s airport is closed. Texas Longhorns home game Saturday with Arkansas has already been postponed. 

Local forecast sounded dire yesterday: Not just torrential rain all-day and all-night Saturday, but sustained winds of 50 to 70 mph. Meaning trees downed and flying limbs and other debris. Today’s forecast is milder, with winds only gusting to 45 mph and less rain. Evacuees from the coast still may be sorry they came. All depends on how close the core comes to us. Fifty miles east would be good. Ten miles west would be a true disaster. Meanwhile Ike is already bigger than Katrina in ’05. It’s pussyfooting through a patch of cool water in mid-Gulf this morning, but is expected to strengthen. Lots of uncertainy yet, but Houston looks now to bare the brunt of the winds and rain, and the storm surge is expected to be a killer on the coast, sweeping miles inland. Possibly overtopping Galveston’s seventeen-foot seawall.

Indianola 1886

Accuweather meteorologist Joe Bastardi (a Texas A&M grad) believes Ike could come ashore in Tejas early Saturday as a Category 4 (winds 131-155 mph; storm surge 13 to 18 feet above normal) and be reminiscent of the 1886 hurricane that finally wiped Indianola–once a major port–from the map, after an 1875 storm began its demise. Them’s scary words, especially if you own one of the many pastel beach houses and condos on, say, Mustang Island.

He’s also comparing Ike to Carla, a Category 5, which did extensive damage to the Texas coast, and inland as far as Dallas, in 1961. She spawned twenty-six tornadoes which did even more damage. Think I prefer the Indianola example, if I have to choose. More worrisome for us is what Ike’s core might do, as it is expected to be sucked north by a trough of low pressure dropping south out of the Rockies, either right before landfall, in which case it might go to Galveston, or after, which could bring what’s left of it up to Austin.

Fortunately, Bob Rose is only calling for Ike to be a Category 3 (bad enough with 111 to 130 mph winds and storm surge of 9 to 12 feet above normal)–still big, powerful and very destructive, with a possible 4 to 6 inches of rain for us by Sunday morning. But there’s always Gustav to consider. He was going to the final slayer of New Orleans until he turned into a pussycat in the last few hours before he struck. Atmospheric conditions don’t look to be the same for Ike, but we’ve still got three days to keep our fingers crossed that they will change. Otherwise, it’s time to give thanks that we don’t live on the coast and get the leaves out of the gutters!

MORE:  The state’s already ordering mandatory evactuation for people all along the coast. Yipes.

Home away from home

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Tatyana snapped this one on her recent trip to London. Is that a Tardis in the corner? Speaking of time machines, London and Paris might still have some remnant of an old Texas Embassy, considering the French, Brits, the Netherlands and Belgium recognized the Texas Republic in the 1830s-40s. Texas sent Dr. Ashbel Smith as chargé d’affaires to both England and France to establish trade relations. But a restaurant and grill is the next best thing!

You mean they weren’t already doing this?

Florida, it seems, will finally require people registering to vote to prove their identity with a valid state or federal I.D. Seems the law is "controversial." Wow. This is very old news in Texas, where you also have to show an I.D., preferably your driver’s license, before you can actually vote. If a state didn’t require this, how else would they know who the voter was?

Adios, Stevie Ray Vaughan

I was impressed the first time I saw the statue of blues guitar-hero Stevie Ray Vaughan on the south shore of Town Lake–since renamed Lady Bird Lake for a politician of dubious merit. Mostly because it was modern–it even has a metallic shadow. Although with his high boots, pancho and cowboy hat he looks more like a vigilante than a musician. Nowadays, exactly eighteen years since the Dallasite who used to play in Austin clubs died in a chartered helicopter’s crash, the statue is mainly a target for bird poop. Like most things in Austin, it is rarely maintained. His death introduced me to his compelling music, which I had never really listened to before, though I was aware of who he was. R.I.P. Mr. Vaughan.

Off to the beach

Looks like Fay will not be joining us at Port Aransas, although some big waves from her intensity as she sweeps through Florida just might. It happened with Ivan in 2006. In any case we’re outta here until Thursday. Off to see the likes of Ruby Begonia, the Presidio La Bahia, and other familiar but still amazing attractions, along the trail to Port A, which is on Mustang Island in the Gulf of Mexico. Adios.

UPDATE: Returned sunburned but happy on the 21st. Drove down in the rain, and it rained off and on for a few days. But there were some afternoons when the sun came out, so the gang had a good one. Mr. B. even got to try boogie boarding, similar to surf boarding, which he pronounced strenuous but fun.

Daily joins others on the block

The Austin American-Statesman is for sale, not a surprising development given the state of the Internet-oppressed newspaper advertising industry. It joins the San Diego Union-Tribune which went on sale yesterday. Maybe they should try advertising on Craigslist to see who wants to buy.

UPDATE:  Wouldn’t the locals be intrigued, upset, horrified, whatever, if the United Arab Emirites decided to buy? Might be more diversity than the good liberal town is prepared to accept, eh?