Chupacabrona, California (Two: Grad school confidential)
Am I a washout as a modern American thinker if I have trouble learning Photoshop? ...Yes, right? Shit.
Feedback: Sonic Youth’s “The Sprawl.”
1988 was a rotten time to be a teenager. During the Reagan-Bush era, you had to put in a lot of work to...Read More
Chupacabrona, California. (One.)
Hey y’all. This morning, I went to an intro to meditation workshop held at Shambhala Center Los Angeles. I woke up early to go! To...Read More
Meanwhile, in San Antonio: Wolverton and Guy Hundere
Unpretentious art-rock and the collective ideas of the dorks: This is San Anto, y'all.
Show and Tell: Chupacabrona (semi-) undocumented
There’s been a grave interruption in my tour reporting, I realize. Rigoberto Gonzalez Facebooked me thusly the other day: WTF? (I’m paraphrasing). Here’s what happened: from...Read More
The Chupacabrona Tour, Part 2: On South Texas Identity, or The Wild Nudes of McAllen
South Texas: vast, under appreciated, and misunderstood, Also: naked. Check it out.
The Chupacabrona Tour, Part 1: Eisenstein in Corpus Christi, or A Fresh Eye
Of Soviet film theory and experimentation in Corpus Christi, Texas.
Apocalypse HOU: Partying like it’s— well, 2012.
Did you go to this thing? Houston’s Art Ball — aka Disaster Ball, a fundraiser for this here publication, it was. I went all the...Read More
End-of-2011 recommendation: Justin Boyd’s boids at Artpace
You have until the 31st to be enchanted and freaked out by Justin Boyd's magnificent sound sculpture, “Natural Black, Sprinkled With Cosmic Iridescence" at Artpace. It's a Window Works visual/sound installation, so all you have to do is park out front and listen. "Open" 24 hours a day. Particularly enchanting at night. Don't miss this crazy thing.
