Category: Culture

Rich Men North of Richmond An Anthem For All Americans

This is the most powerful anthem that I’ve heard about what has happened to our country and our world and our future. This man was nobody a week ago, and now he has 14 of the top 30 iTunes, beating Taylor Swift. 7 million views in 4 days on this one song alone. Every second, a new comment. This is spreading like wildfire across the world, with folks from Ireland, Brazil, and Germany commenting about the corruption of the elites. It hits especially hard in Canada, now that Meta (Facebook and Instagram) has started blocking news articles on its social networking services in Canada. My friend visited Canada this weekend and tried to check on our Austin news page, and it was blocked.

Rich Men North of Richmond is not about any one political party, though the media will surely spin it; it’s about greed and control and the anguish on all of our hearts across the world as we watch our liberties being stolen. I pray it is an anthem for an uprising.

The Weather Outside Is Seriously Frightful

I’ve been watching the Hallmark Channel’s Christmas in July this month. It’s especially attractive, since our weather forecast is:

Anything that reminds me of winter is particularly heartening lately, like this yuletide image.

I don’t imagine the two young men at Southwest Missouri State College had ever been in 109 temps. They look quite comfortable. To be honest, the entire image could be a current ad campaign, though it was 56 years ago. Those Converse, the skinny jeans, the sockless loafers and plaid hat, even the legs of the mid-century chair–it all works in 2023.

Their classmates may look a bit more dated, but the winter of ’67 looks mighty fine. I guess the ladies had no trouble keeping their calves warm.

Or toned.

Missouri will see the 60s tomorrow night. We were at 101 at 9:30PM last night. We dined outside with friends, and the wind felt like waves of furnace heat upon us. Perhaps I should start a Missouri Zillow search today.

Measuring for Caps & Gowns

1957 Tulia High School

Today is the last day of school for our local school district. I jogged past the middle school this morning, noting that the PE-uniformed kids would be absent from the track for the next three months. Facebook has been awash in graduation photos of friends’ children. It remains bittersweet to me that my own son was denied his junior and senior years due to the virus. Can you imagine not having a senior year? Remember all the amazing things you did those last two years of high school? His class spent them in their bedrooms, staring at a laptop. In any event, I salute the class of 2023 today. May you go out and make this world better.

A Sip & A Sit

After a harrowing week, the sun finally came out on Saturday, and we drove to nearby Georgetown for a sip and a sit at Mesquite Creek Outfitters. With the doors open, the lovely breeze made it hard to believe the streets had been covered in ice only 36 hours prior. New bars are much different than when I was young; everywhere you look, we see families and strollers, babies who look just weeks old. Many craft beer venues have playscapes as well. Can you imagine your parents taking the whole family out to get stouts and ciders? Or your grandparents?

The generational shift is here, and the vibe is casual and upbeat. No bar fights, no drowning the thoughts of an ex and playing six sad songs in a row on the jukebox (although there is a time and a place for that). This place was warm and inviting, and after an IPA and a sour, I began to breathe freely.

Forget Electric Cars

First it was tiny houses. Now it’s tiny cars. And I mean TINY.

This 1955 Eshelman may not seem like the perfect gift. Sure, it only has one cylinder and a horsepower of 3. Top speed is 25 mph. Brakes are a 2 wheel paddle. I don’t even know what that is.

But I know I don’t have to call shotgun. I don’t have to cart some scrub around because this ride only seats one. I don’t have to worry about driving too fast in the suburbs because I can’t gun it past the limit. No speeding tickets for me. And the color, why, it’s inspiring!

http://www.microcarmuseum.com/

Ditching Mom’s Swimsuit Look

These fresh-faced ladies of the 1920s modeled the current swimsuit garb of “modish jersey tank suits, curl-revealing caps and high two-tone shoes.” One can hardly imagine lacing up shoes for the beach or how much sand would enter them.

In contrast, the 2/7/55 LIFE compares the bleak, black tank/shorts of the past to the fashionable “sweater-girl bathing suits” of the present, with clinging knit, loud stripes, broad straps, skirts, and sleeves. Plus, they had the luxury of going barefoot.

Either way, the lesson here is to always have a cigarette handy, especially at the beach.