Tag Archives: Austin

Adventures in Little League

It’s the bottom of the fourth, two outs and a runner on second base. Then a father notices the potential flaw in the runner’s getting to third, let alone home. His left shoe is untied. "Colin, tie your shoe!" the father yells from the stands. Colin looks down, sees the problem, then looks back at the stands and grins and shrugs. He doesn’t know how to tie his shoe. Luckily, on the next hit, he makes it to third, where the third base coach ties it for him.

The second-grade choice

Obama-rama, the Keep Hope Alive candidate who is already leading his enthralled leftie audiences in Jesse Jackson-like chanting, is the presidential pick of most of the kids in Mr. Boy’s second-grade class. Mr. B., whose occasional rebellion in the behavior department masks his generally-conformist nature, says he also is for the O man because "he gives good speeches." But you shouldn’t take any significance from this, despite the fact that most kids this young are merely parroting their parents. This is Austin, the San Francisco of Texas, which always can be counted on to be majority Democrat, whatever the issue, while the rest of the state reliably votes Republican. Of perhaps more significance is the class consensus on Hilarity: Says Mr. B.: "She only cried to make people feel sorry for her." The class wasn’t fooled.

Mr. Frog

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On a really overcast Tuesday, Mr. Frog’s colors stand out brighter than usual under the flash. I was trying to get a Turk’s Cap cherry as nice as the one Pam Penick has, but it’s just too dark, I guess. So I gave up and shot Mr. Frog, instead. Anyway, enjoy her garden. Ours is not doing as well this fall, though she surely took her pictures on a sunnier day. 

A look back

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Austin’s long-vanished train station, from a collection of old penny postcards found at USGenWeb. 

Guy Town

In Matamoras and other Mexican border towns, the legal bordello is called "Boy’s Town." In Austin, beginning about a hundred and thirty years ago and extending into the teens of the 20th century when it was outlawed, the red light district was called "Guy Town." The funny part is that its remains were only finally explored by private archeologists a few years ago, right before Austin built its new downtown city hall, more or less on the same spot. So you could say that today’s elected whores are approriately located.

Eliminating the battery

Mystery start-up EEStor of Austin is getting a lot of publicity–and got $2.5 million in seed money from venture capitalists last month–despite refusing interviews. Their revolutionary promise is to develop "technologies for (the) replacement of electrochemical batteries," via "ultracapacitors." Some experts at the University of Texas Center for Electromechanics are skeptical. But ZENN Motor Co. of Toronto, licensed the invention in 2005 and expects to start receiving units for its electric cars later this year.

MORE: From CNN. EEStor was talking a year ago, perhaps wildly, about replacing the internal combustion engine! Not just goodbye gas guzzlers, but goodbye gas. Wouldn’t that be sweet. But the commenters at Slashdot see lots of potential problems.

Via Instapundit 

Beggars and bums

We’re back in Austin, where every street corner features a black or white panhandler with a sign declaring him/herself to be "homeless," something notably absent in southern Indiana where we went last weekend for a family funeral. It wasn’t something I really noticed, the absence of these beggars up there along the Ohio River, until we landed in Austin last night and I went outside the baggage claim area for a cigarette. I was immediately hit up by a young man, who wanted a cigarette. I only had the one, the others being in my bag, and I told him so, and he became very indignant, as if I was somehow compromising his "right" to mooch successfully. But he went away. Not a minute later, a young woman came up and asked for one, too. At least she wasn’t indignant, just disappointed. Austin attracts these people like a magnet. Most of them are well-dressed and able-bodied. Just lazy, apparently. I suppose it’s the warm weather, or else the general liberal tendency to indulge them. They aren’t as evident in the state’s more conservative cities.