Hanging out with Bibleman

Corina and I went to The Woodlands last Friday to see one of her heroes, Bibleman.

Check out more photos on my Web site, here.

Corina visits with Bibleman at The Crossing Church in The Woodlands.
Corina visits with Bibleman at The Crossing Church in The Woodlands.
On Saturday, Corina won a reading trophy for her participation in the Summer Reading Program in the Fort Bend County library system. She's "read" 22 books so far.
On Saturday, Corina won a reading trophy for her participation in the Summer Reading Program in the Fort Bend County library system. She's "read" 22 books so far.
Then, we went to the pool. The rain made us leave early. I'll take the rain when I can get it.

Friday link post

It’s Friday, and it’s been a long week, and so here’s a collection of random links I’ve found this week that  you might find interesting. This week, I’ve the courtesy to break ’em up into subject areas.

"Them Navasota troopers ran me down / Escorted me right out of town / For cherry pickin squirrels and feedin dogs / And dreamin of Jamaica in a fog" -from "Cracklins," by The Gourds
“Them Navasota troopers ran me down / Escorted me right out of town / For cherry pickin squirrels and feedin dogs / And dreamin of Jamaica in a fog” -from “Cracklins,” by The Gourds

GEEK + TECH

ART

GARDENING

HYPER-LOCAL

MUSIC

MEDIA

RANDOM

I was there: Buxton 7″ release (sweat) party

I’m such a scenester.

That’s the feeling I was trying to convey by attending Saturday night’s Buxton 7″ release show at Mango’s on Westheimer.

Proof I'm a scenester: Look at all my summertime scene loot ... Two Buxton 7-inches (Kim joined me for the show), Buxton's A Family Light (up top), and the ArtStorm Summer Exposure compilation.
Proof I'm a scenester: Look at all my summertime scene loot ... Two Buxton 7-inches (Kim joined me for the show), Buxton's A Family Light (up top), and the ArtStorm Summer Exposure compilation.

For those who may not know what Mango’s is, let’s just say it’s that bar next to Helios – the two-story which used to be called The Mausoleum – and Mango’s has it’s own sordid and at times vacant-real-estate history. Mango’s used to be called The Oven, a name that’s a little more apt for all the sweat that poured out of me in the crowded-past-capacity-bursting-at-the-seems-someone-for-the-love-of-god-call-the-freaking-fire-marshall Buxton show.

I didn’t know who the hell Buxton was before the summer started, and then one day – around June 10 to be exact – there I was, poring over my RSS feeds, minding my own business, when all of a sudden out of the blue IndieHouston.org celebrated some new compilation coming out of some local outfit called ArtStorm. The original IndieHouston.org post, which had four embedded songs included with it, has since been removed – replaced later with a post that looks identical on July 8.

The compilation was advertised as super cheap ($4), and so I went to the ArtStorm site, put it in my cart, realized I also needed to cough up shipping ($3), flinched but didn’t yield, and then more than a week later, the CD finally arrived.

Note to ArtStorm, or whoever handles your orders for you: I’m on to you. I send CDs through the mail – a lot – and one CD plus a little bit of packaging (the comp comes in a paper sleeve) costs less than $2. Hope you enjoy handling my extra $1.50, and thanks for the speedy service.

But I digress. It’s an awesome compilation, and I’m really glad ArtStorm cares enough about us Houston scenesters to enlighten us with it. “Doctor” by Buxton has to be one of the catchiest and funnest song I’ve heard all year. And I listen to a lot of songs.

The compilation got me interested in Buxton. So, I checked out their gig (though a mistake for listening to music, I couldn’t really hear what the hell anybody was saying in that place! See my comments on this review here). While waiting for them to come on, I heard Wild Moccasins (read more and download three tracks here and one more track here), and they were freaking awesome. After listening to the aforementioned tracks I downloaded after the show, their lyrics ain’t bad, either. Couldn’t really hear them at the show, though. Maybe I’m old.

But the show allowed me to walk away with Buxton’s new 7″ – including “Feathers” and “Flint” (including a download URL so I can snag the tunes without dusting off a record player that, uh, I actually don’t own) – and I agree with those calling for “Feathers” to be song of the year. Also snagged their 2008 release A Family Light and it’s very impressive. Compared to the new 7″, though, it’s like Summerteeth meets A Ghost is Born. Look at me. Fitting in so well with this whole scene thing.

But we’ll never return to Mango’s for a big show. Maybe lunch. Or a drink. But never something as big as Buxton.

Gruene Hall: We were there (together)

On July 1, 2009, Kim and I visited historic Gruene Hall outside of New Braunfels. Standing outside, a biker saw us and offered to take our photo. We obliged — who wouldn’t? — he was a biker.

Biker photo
The biker took our photo, though I'm pretty sure his bike stole the frame.

Then, Kim took my picture outside of the historic building.

Some guy in front of Gruene Hall.

Then, I took her photo.

Kim at Gruene Hall
Kim at Gruene Hall.

And later, using Adobe Photoshop, I combined the two individual photos to create an image of us together, in front of a full view of Gruene Hall.

Gruene Hall together
Grune Hall: We were there, together.

Then, later the combined photo was printed in a Shutterfly book I made for Kim.

shutterfly book
The Shutterfly book I made for Kim to remember our 2009 summer vacation across central Texas.
Gruene Hall photo in book
Here is the adjusted photo as published in the Shutterfly book.

Of course, the gallery of the photos I took during our Summer 2009 vacation can be seen here: day one and day two.

Return of the frog in my shoe

So, I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while. Since at least June 27, when I found my friend the frog hiding in my shoe again, on the first workday morning of my vacation. That morning, I shook my shoe as I always do, in case there’s something cold blooded in it. Then I felt the frog, and I grabbed my camera and snapped the following shots …

So, the frog jumps out.
"Aww, what the hell, I was dreaming of fireflies."
Then the frog pretends to be a shoe as he sizes me up.
"You can't see me. I'm a shoe. You don't look that tough, anyway."
Assuming I'm sympathetic to his slumber, he hops back on the shoe.
"You really don't mind if I go back to sleep? Don't mind if I do ..."
"Wait a minute," he thinks, "Did you just take my photo? Look, man: This is my shoe."
"That's right. This is my shoe."
"And as such, I'm gonna reclaim it."
"And as such, I'm gonna reclaim it."
"It's all mine."
"It's all mine."
"Seriously. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"Seriously. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"See. Mine. All Mine. Goodnight."
"See. Mine. All Mine. Goodnight."
"That's what I'm talking about. A nice sleep in my shoe home. Zzzzz..."
"That's what I'm talking about. A nice sleep in my shoe home. Zzzzz..."
"Awww, c'mon ... why'd you go and shake me out of the shoe again?"
"Awww, c'mon ... why'd you go and shake me out of the shoe again?"
"Does this look like the face of a happy frog? I'll get you next time."
"Does this look like the face of a happy frog? I'll get you next time."

And then, on July 10, as I was preparing to mow the lawn early in the morning before it got too hot, I found the frog in my shoe again. So I grabbed my good camera and captured the following …

"You'll never find me over here, where I blend in perfectly."
"You'll never find me over here, where I blend in perfectly."
"Bring it."
"Bring it."
"You got a lot of nerve waking me up like that, pal."
"You got a lot of nerve waking me up like that, pal."
"That's right, you best step back."
"That's right, you best step back."
"Yes, you are being shunned."
"Yes, you are being shunned."