Despite the drift of his childhood friends to the University of Texas in Austin, he attended Rice. It’s an old story: An intelligent young person meets professors who change his life. Despite the ravenous bookishness of his studies and his formidable intellect, he’s never been snooty—like many Texans, he has leaned perhaps overmuch in the other direction. This may be one of but many reasons Texans love him so much. He has not just maintained his rural roots but has tended them and preserved them, with integrity—has embraced the rough edges that many Texans find so hard to sand down.
Writing in Stone, Garden and Gun’s 2011 Profile on John Graves
Rest in peace, John.
The women in the gallery yelled for twenty minutes. They yelled for Wendy Davis and for Ann Richards and for every strong Texas woman they’d ever known and loved. They yelled for their sisters and friends and daughters. They yelled because they’d been told to keep quiet all day long, to sit down and respect the rules of order that were all stacked against them. They yelled to be heard.
The lovely folks over at Style Me Pretty featured my sister’s wedding! Can you even handle how gorgeous Hailey looks? What a day, what weather, what a PARTY.
Continuous cheers to our partners in long distance crime and one of my favorite couples on the planet.
I want a hot shower and a daggum Whataburger
Watching Bernie, just a couple minutes in and already this gem.
“‘Course I left off the Panhandle, and a lot of people do…”
This old East Texas dude is awesome.
My sister still teases me about one hot, drunken Austin afternoon back in 2004 or 2005 or so. As we stumbled through the ACL Festival crowds, we bumped into a woman wearing this very t-shirt. We were fast friends, and toasted our hot $8 draft Ziegenbocks (ewww) to one hell of a woman. If you haven’t watched her 1988 Democratic National Convention speech (thanks for the tip, dear Kate), check it out. And don’t be jealous of that amazing hair.
"…after listenin’ to George Bush all these years, I figured you needed to know what a real Texas accent sounds like."
The best thrift store find of my life.
15. Texas. All the food in Austin is dirt cheap and impossibly good, and when I went to Franklin BBQ I deliberately tried to give myself a heart attack by stuffing my face with brisket and very small bourbon pies. The women there are not unattractive, and the folks all look extremely content with their lives. Meanwhile, 20 million people voluntarily cram themselves into a New York City subway car every morning wanting either to kill everyone around them or to kill themselves because killing yourself is kind of easier. Austin is better. And I like that the University of Texas has the balls to cause entire conference shifts without actually moving anywhere. They just break apart alliances and leave other schools bankrupt for the sheer joy of it. That’s my kind of heartless bureaucracy.
10. October 13
Unless you’re prepared to serve an entire fried reception, including fried cake and a fried first dance, you probably shouldn’t try and pull people away from the Red River Shootout.
Five games your wedding is less important than: Oklahoma-Texas, Stanford-Notre Dame, Alabama-Missouri, USC-Washington, South Carolina-LSU