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Austin, Travis, Rep. of Tex.
March 05
Born in the oil and gas deposit-rich region of North Texas, on the fraying edge of the Permian Basin, my mother was a special ed teacher, my father, a “pumper,” a far more glamorous job among the petroletariat than the name would indicate. I managed to escape the small town that spawned me promptly after High School graduation, a modicum of sanity still intact to ride shotgun with my generous portions of anger and resentment. Some five years later, I copped a BS degree from the University of Texas at Austin. Said institution and I gladly parted ways. In the intervening 20-plus years, though my only ambition has been to have ambition, I have miraculously coughed-up a boatload of freelance articles, a couple of books of dubious merit, and a metric ton of songs of occasionally inspired quality, not to mention a paralegal certificate, 11 years of experience as a legal underling, and tens of thousands of bicycle commuter miles.


AUGUST 9, 2011 11:38PM

As riots spread, England devolves into a Smith's song

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On the fourth night of  rioting, the chaos has spread from London and Birmingham to Manchester and other environs. It only reminds me of what Morrissey once sang.


More information about the English riots (I am trying to say England because, to my knowledge, they have not spread to Wales, Scotland, or Ireland) at the Guardian

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Ah yes, Janie, the proles have been stretched as far as they will go and are now snapping back. Cheers!
No one does gloomy depression as melodically as Morrissey and Marr!
You said it, Jeanette. You said it. And England has been living in a state of gloomy depression, way too long. Glad they are working their way out of it with a little anger. I think they could have done it more constructively, though. Oh well, we don't always use our best judgment, if at all, when it comes to emotions. I hope the country can buck up, get a stiff upper lip and move forward.