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How did I survive, SXSW? It wasnâ€™t easy, but I did â€¦ and it was a fun journey. This is meant to give an overview of what to expect for those who have never attended SXSW before. I recommend the experience â€“ even if just once. Iâ€™m also glad to answer any other questions you might have about navigating it.
On Day One, while still shuffling through my newly retrieved SXSW registration packet to see whatâ€™s what/where and getting set for the week, I head to the IFC (International Film Channel) Crossroads House nestled against the Driskill Hotel. IFC aired daily interviews with film stars and musical talent, and hosted live performances, so a must-have is the free IFC wristband. It allows for a lucky few SXSW attendees to make up the live audience in a lounge setting where it was always happy hour.
This was definitely going to be a hotspot, because for me, itâ€™s not just about seeing the movies or hearing the music, but getting to see and hear from the people behind the scenes.
The IFC Crossroads House had guests including Conan Oâ€™Brien, Rosario Dawson, Danny DeVito, Emmylou Harris, Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore, Pee Wee Herman, Jason Ritter, Rainn Wilson, Brittney Snow, Soliel Moon Frye, Eliza Dushku and more. To see some of those interviews, visit http://www.ifc.com/sxsw. Consider making this part of your SXSW experience.
With less than one hour of SXSW 2011 under my belt, I encounter my first (and *last â€“ see tips below) long line, here, at the IFC site. While making a mental game plan, I paced away from the line and moved just around the immediate corner of the building. What a fun surprise. I run right into actors Rosario Dawson, Danny DaVito and Carla Gugino, who everyone is waiting in line to see. Theyâ€™re coming in the side door â€“ Rosario is all smiles and Danny is signing autographs for the crowd of 5 that happened upon them as well. They were in town to talk about their film â€œGirl Walks into a Bar,â€ the first feature length film produced exclusively for the Internet â€¦ and its free. While I havenâ€™t gotten around to seeing it yet, this encounter set the stage for the film portion and many celebrity encounters, panel discussions and Q&A sessions.
There are three types of SXSW film attendees, I discovered â€“ those who take in only the world premiere films that already have big stars and a distribution deal (or are close to it); those who see the other film gems hoping for a distribution deal but may never see the light of day again; and those (like me) who really enjoy the underdog film but also enjoy the hoopla of the Red Carpet, and watching a film in my hometown with the big name actors and directors in attendance.
SXSW affords attendees the rare opportunity to watch a film and then have immediate access to the cast and crew for a Q&A session. I sat in on a few of these screenings for world premiere films at the lovely Paramount Theater like "Source Code" with Jake Gyllenhall, "Paul" with Kristen Wiig, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost (of "Sean of the Dead"), "Super" with Rainn Wilson and Ellen Page, and "The Beaver" with Jodi Foster and Mel Gibson. All key actors (minus Mel Gibson) were present, watching the film with the audience and sticking around afterwards for the questions. I got to meet several, face-to-face, including Conan O'Brien, too. But talking one-on-one with Kristen Wiig was a real treat. She's hilarious - definitely my favorite Saturday Night Live cast member. She's down-to-earth and nice to boot!
For the record, Jodi says she would have cast Gibson in the role, again, regardless of his negative publicity of late.
Tourists on the Austin Duck Tours got a real treat when they stopped to observe the buzz in front of The Paramount. They just happened to stop when Jake Gyllenhall was doing Red Carpet interviews for "Source Code." They had a front row seat for that, and you could tell, by the squeals of excitement on the bus, that theyâ€™ll likely not forget that tour.
I also enjoyed a slew of other less visible films including one of my faves â€“ "Bag of Hammers", starring Jason Ritter, son of the late John Ritter. Heâ€™s super talented and the film deserves wider distribution. We shall see.
Also on my roster of films was "Matter of Taste", a fascinating documentary about one of New Yorkâ€™s top chefs Paul Liebrandt. My friend, Rachel Mills, is a producer for the HBO-backed documentary that had its world premiere here. I was excited for her and the project. The after party at Eddie Vâ€™s had haute hors dâ€™oeuvres and a rare chance for me to get some sustenance. Between bouncing from venue to venue at breakneck speed sometimes, there was little time for food. I call it the SXSW diet. Lots of walking/running across town and no time to eat. The beauty of it is that there IS plenty of time to eat, if you choose. I just chose to take in as many panel discussions and films that I could, instead. Thereâ€™s plenty of time to rest, too, if thatâ€™s whatâ€™s important to you. A friend called me after Day One saying she was skipping the next eveningâ€™s premiere â€“ she was already tired. Good for her. Not for me! But you definitely need to know what your limits are, and heed them. Pace your stamina to carry you through your time at SXSW.
Taking it all in required much stamina because while some nights went long with films (the Kristen Wiig double-feature of "Paul" and "Bridesmaids", didnâ€™t finish until about 2:30 a.m.) my mornings/afternoons were also booked with Interactive panels that addressed so many crucial areas of new media â€“ the way technology changes the way we report and receive news and information. Was I tired? Heck yeah, but I was also feeling charged by it all, too.
In fact, I saw a documentary about Kevin Clash, the man (and voice) behind Elmo, the ticklish Sesame Street celebrity. It was only by chance that I saw it. I went in treating it as a time killer in between two nearby interactive panel sessions I was sitting in on. The location was suitable for simply getting off my weary feet. But the documentary was wonderful â€¦ and I admit to shedding a tear or two â€“ mostly for joy. I donâ€™t think we ever lose our giddy love of the Sesame Street puppets we knew as children. But, it also was a very real story with life lessons and all.
See related: How I Survived SXSW: Film and Interactive
Itâ€™s a given that I love living in Texas, but I feel especially fortunate to live in Austin. Thatâ€™s not a slam on any other city. Itâ€™s just a city thatâ€™s a great fit for my personality and my varied interests. So, with my genuine pride in the Capital City, I get excited and kick into â€œhostessâ€ mode whenever a big event like South by Southwest (SXSW) music, film and interactive conference and festival draws in lots of out-of-town guests. I want to make sure they feel welcome and enjoy this beautiful place I call home. I want them to go home and talk, with affection, about their experiences.
This year, the 25th anniversary of this stellar event, was no different and I jumped in, feet first, to experience SXSW with our guests, as well â€“ upwards of 30,000 attendees.
I want to share some of those experiences (and some of the photos I took) with you here and in a follow up blog posts, but let me first tell you â€“ this place was packed. Maybe too much for the locals, but thatâ€™s something the City of Austin and SXSW organizers can sort out. For now, I focus on numbers and what those tourism dollars mean for Austin, and Texas. SXSW is Austinâ€™s Super Bowl for the music, film and interactive set.
In 2010, SXSW injected more than $113 million into the Austin economy. That included booking more than 8,800 reservations totally 39,000-plus room nights from people coming in from all across the globe. The numbers for this year, though not officially in yet, may well exceed expectations and last yearâ€™s figures. It was touted as the biggest yet, and it certainly seemed that way.
That translates into a lot of music moohla, film finances and interactive ingots. OK. That was cheesy, I know! :) But in these economic times, that sort of boost to the system is welcomed with wide open arms!
And SXSW officials say the media coverage â€“ all that free press covering world premiere movies, new bands, high-profile panelists and the invigorating scene â€“ totaled in value of nearly $15 million.
Everywhere I turned there were news crews capturing the essence of it all with man-on-the-street interviews â€“ most were clearly not local crews. From all the media outlets and worldwide bloggers I encountered to lunching at the makeshift CNN SXSW Grill, I can tell you the world had its eyes on Austin.
On top of that, the sheer volume of creative offerings helps strengthen the cityâ€™s brand identity, which goes a long way in securing future tourism dollars.
The New York Times says, â€œSouth by Southwest now has three vibrant legs â€“ music, film and Web â€“ that come together to create a stool that is the envy of every other American city.â€
The Chicago Sun Times says, â€œFrom its humble beginning in the Texas capital, South by Southwest has grown to become the worldwide music industryâ€™s biggest and most influential gathering.â€
I feel so proud to live in this incredibly creative city, the Live Music Capital of the World. And in whatever non-Texan accent I overheardâ€“â€“ whether from the East Coast or Down Under â€“â€“ word on the street was always about how awesome Austin is. Deep inside, I gloat. To myself I say, â€œYes, and when itâ€™s all over, you have to go home â€¦ I AM home.â€ How lucky is that?!
Get a sampling at www.sxsw.com and consider a visit.
TIPS FOR SXSW
If you decide to go to SXSW next year, I offer these tips that will help increase your enjoyment factor.
Book lodging early: Hotel rooms, especially those with the best rates, go quickly. So book as early as possible. Since the bulk of activities happen downtown, youâ€™ll want to be close as possible for the convenience factor of having everything nearby, a resting spot in walking distance and to avoid the challenges of finding parking daily.
Plan your schedule.Closer to the event, check SXSW.com for additions and updates to the schedule. Take all the heads up you can get because by the time you receive your registration packet with your pocket guides and such, the wheels are already spinning pretty quickly. Still, study that schedule as soon as you get it. The worst thing is to miss something important to you because you didnâ€™t see it on the schedule.
Pace yourself. If you decide to SXSW 2012, remember to select a few things that are must-see/do for you and then allow the rest to be icing on the cake. Youâ€™ll be happier and stress-free. Also, be willing to go to a screening or performances alone. With so many choices, the odds of conflicting interests with friends are possible. If you really want to see something, donâ€™t compromise that because a friend wants to see something else. Youâ€™ll have fewer regrets. Besides, thereâ€™s plenty of time to be social with an impossible amount of SXSW parties, and even a softball game, happening every single day/night.
Move to the Front of the Line.Why didnâ€™t I encounter lines like most everybody else? Should I let the cat out of the bag?
SXSW has a fabulous SXXpress pass for any movie or music venue. They hand these out at 10 a.m. daily. Itâ€™s actually no secret because the information is printed in the registrantâ€™s guides, but they seemed to be virtually unclaimed during the music portion of the conference. These free passes are like a â€œfront of the lineâ€ carte blanche that works in conjunction with your badge. So, at movies and music venues, where three lines are queued up in order of badge holders (priority entry), wristbands and then single ticket holders, SXXPress pass holders are bumped to the front of the line ahead of badge holders. For the more popular shows, badge holders alone may fill a venue to capacity, so it would behoove you to get a pass because itâ€™s basically guaranteed entry. These passes arenâ€™t necessary for less hyped-up events, but if itâ€™s something you definitely want to see, consider it insurance. I believe they give out 10 percent of capacity in express passes. During the film portion, most express passes were distributed by 10:30 a.m. â€¦ or sooner for the more popular screenings. Lines for the passes started at 9 a.m., typically. For the music portion, wellâ€¦10 a.m. proved to be too early for that lot. I, however, remained among the few who continued to take advantage of it during the music portion, and it paid off. I rolled out of bed, went for the express pass, and crawled back into bed. Simple. On several occasions, the badge line went around the building/block and I was able to walk right in, including an evening at Stubbâ€™s when the venue was at capacity by 8 p.m. (when I showed up) for people hoping to see Duran Duran at 12:30 a.m. I did have to wait about 20 minutes, but when the fire marshal cleared more to go in, I along with only 5 other express badge holders in our own separate line) were the first to get in and I saw Duran Duran from front and center.
By Dale Weisman
A down-to-earth â€œrock starâ€ of the Big Bend has passed away.
John Frank â€œTreyâ€ Woodward III died on March 5, 2011, at the young age of 54. While cancer claimed his body, Treyâ€™s gentle spirit lives on at the Woodward Ranch, a rugged mecca for rock collectors and outdoors enthusiasts.
For decades, the Woodward Ranch has promoted itself as the worldâ€™s only known source of red plume agate, coveted by agate aficionados and lapidarists. A 3,000-acre spread 16 miles south of Alpine, the Woodward is indeed one of the nationâ€™s premier agate-collecting spots. More than 60 kinds of other colorful agates and gemstones, from opal to labradorite, occur naturally in the ranchâ€™s rugged volcanic outcroppings.
â€œThe real treasure found at Woodward Ranch was Trey. The agates and gems were just a bonus,â€ said Treyâ€™s wife, Jan Woodward, when I contacted her after Treyâ€™s passing.
Jan added, â€œTrey had a magic way of making people feel so welcome, and he was bent on sharing the beauty of this part of the world with others. A lot of people havenâ€™t ever been off of a sidewalk, and Trey just wanted them to see the land, the sky, the cows and rocks. He was so humble and quiet. And yet he was responsible for getting many people interested in rock collecting and geology and all the facets of what you can do with rocks. The Woodward Ranch has such a long heritage of rock collecting and lapidary, and Trey carried on the tradition that his father and grandfather started there.â€
I met Trey for the first time 11 years ago while researching a Texas Highways article on the mountains of West Texas. Clad in worn jeans, a khaki shirt, scuffed boots and a battered cowboy hat, Trey looked like the quintessential Big Bend cattleman. He had cookie-duster mustache, a gravelly voice, a firm handshake and a welcoming smile that instantly won me over.
Trey was the third-generation Woodward to operate the ranch. Originally homesteaded in 1884, the Woodward is one of the few working ranches in Texas open to the public, a place where visitors can roam the hinterlands freely gathering rocks and fond memories alike.
â€œWe want visitors to go away with a deeper understanding of wildlife, a deeper appreciation for rocks,â€ said Trey during our first interview in March 2000. â€œRock hunting is like Easter egg hunting. You can bring your family out here and have a wonderful time.â€
â€œSometimes people coming out to the ranch from Dallas or Houston seem like refugees from the cities,â€ added Trey. â€œIâ€™ve also lived in some of those places, and I know what itâ€™s like to be confined and never look out and see open spaces. This is also a working cattle ranch and has been for a hundred years. For people whose children have never seen cattle, itâ€™s a treat.â€
I returned to the Woodward in 2002 while researching a Texas Highways article on Alpine and spent more time with Trey, learning about the ranchâ€™s and rock-hounding heritage.
â€œEven in the 1930s my granddad wondered what was in those rocks he was kicking around, and he got a rock saw and started working with them,â€ recalled Trey. â€œMy dad John Frank Woodward Junior got interested in the rocks and the geology here. He was a geology major at Sul Ross [originally Sul Ross State Normal College, later renamed Sul Ross State University] and found out that this was the only place in the world where you can find red plume agates. They have to be cut in a certain way. My father and Ross Maxwell mapped more than 10,000 square miles of West Texas, from El Paso to Wink to Del Rio. That experience gave him an idea of the geology, how to work with rocks and where the agate is.
â€œMy granddad started the agate ranch. When I was young we were building all the stuff at the house. We would cut, grind and polish rocks, and then college kids came down and helped us. I ran the ranch when I was 11-12 years old until age 25. My dad did the paperwork, but I ran the ranch. Then I moved away for 20 years, and my brother and sister ran the ranch for a while. I moved back in 1996, and my wife and I have made a go out of it.â€
Trey showed me the ranchâ€™s best agate-hunting beds, coaxing his old pick-up truck up and down steep ranch roads with panoramic views of Eagle Peak, the ranchâ€™s signature promontory, dwarfed by the Cienega, Cathedral and Elephant mountains on the horizon. We stopped along spring-fed Calamity Creek, a lush oasis with oak-shaded campsites and a hunterâ€™s cabin within a stoneâ€™s throw of the purling creek, which according to Trey never runs dry.
The last time I saw Trey was in May 2009 while researching an article on rock hounding for Texas Highways. My traveling companion Susi Bachman and I meet with Trey and Jan for a Tex-Mex dinner at La Casita in Alpine. We chatted about agates while devouring heaping plates of nachos and enchiladas. Between bites, Trey described how agates form over tens of millions of years in water-filled cavities inside volcanic rocks through a crystallization process. The nondescript agate nodules, called â€œbiscuits,â€ dot the ranchâ€™s hillsides. Slice one open with a rock saw, and youâ€™ll find more colors than a Big Bend rainbow and an infinite variety of patterns.
Susi and I spent the night at the ranch in a lovely new guest cabin near Calamity Creek. We rose before dawn to meet Trey and hit the road at first light. Our destination: Treyâ€™s Needle Peak acreage in south Brewster County. Bordering Big Bend National Park, Needle Peak abounds with green moss and pom-pom agates, pseudomorphs, petrified wood and fossils.
â€œEveryone I bring to Needle Peak says they love the ride down there the most,â€ said Trey, trailering an â€˜86 Jeep behind his pickup for our four-wheeling sojourn. We left the pavement behind between Terlingua and Lajitas, offloaded the Jeep and took off down a muddy creek leading to Treyâ€™s remote property. â€œHold on!â€ Trey yelled over the roar of the revving V-8 engine. The Jeepâ€™s fat tires spun in the slippery creek bed, splattering us with clumps of mud while Trey laughed like an overgrown kid, clearly in his element: mud and more mud.
We parked at the base of Needle Peak and hiked uphill through cacti, thorny brush and scree. â€œThe best agate Iâ€™ve found is just below the peak,â€ said Trey. â€œItâ€™s rough going up there.â€
We stopped for a breather while ascending a steep ridge and savored expansive views of the desert badlands and nearby Santa Elena Canyon. â€œThis is like home to me,â€ said Trey resting on a boulder. â€œItâ€™s beautiful down here. Everything is quiet. Itâ€™s just you and the Lord.â€
After several hours of rock hunting, we headed down the mountain, traversing a treacherous, talus-choked ravine. Trey spotted two basketball-size chunks of petrified wood. With my daypack already bulging with agates, I photographed the rocks and left them behind.
That afternoon, Susi and I joined Trey and Jan at their Woodward Ranch home and rock shop, admiring their enormous collection of agates and gemstones, many still in a raw uncut state, some sliced and polished, many for sale and some only for show. A must-see: a conglomeration of rare and beautiful rock specimens surrounds the Woodwardâ€™s fireplace.
We sat outside at a picnic table, sipped tall glasses of sweetened ice tea and reflected on the Needle Peak adventure and life at the ranch. Trey said something that evening that resonated and stayed with me over the years: â€œWe are keepers of the stuff. You donâ€™t really own the rocks. Youâ€™re a temporary keeper because they outlast you.â€
While the rocks indeed have outlasted Trey, his legacy endures at the Woodward Ranch. â€œTrey cared about the land,â€ said Jan. â€œHe was such a steward of the land and a kind soul.â€
Treyâ€™s family and friends will celebrate his life at the Woodward Ranch around noon on April 30, and the public is welcome to join the gathering. Visit www.woodwardranch.com to view an eloquent video tribute to Trey Woodward.
Upon hearing that Forbidden Gardens would be closing soon, I planned a stop on the way to Houston for a farewell visit to this distinctive attraction. I arrived on a windy, overcast afternoon to find the entrance locked and deserted, with a sign clamped to the gate about a weekend sale of their office furnishings and gift shop items.
Although I was unable to tour the grounds one last time, I still walked away with fond memories of the place. I had visited several times, mostly in the first few years of its opening, with my daughter Lucy, who was then around seven or eight years old. It gave me great pride, and some amusement, to show her some of Chinaâ€™s culture and history, in an outdoor museum in Katy. We oohed and ahhed over the magnitude of the terra-cotta army, and tried to pick out â€œrepeatâ€ soldiers, those with identical features. We marveled over the miniature Forbidden City, with its myriad courtyards and throngs of tiny people. The exhibit rooms filled with colorful period furnishings, clothing and a replica of the emperorâ€™s dining table also caught our attention, but our favorite of all was the half-man, half-dog statues seated at the entrance to one of the pagoda-topped structures. How Lucy loved climbing atop these creatures!
I snapped a few photos of what I could around the entrance. A forlorn-looking, slightly chipped gray horse stands on the hill overlooking the orange-tiled roofs. It felt somewhat like walking into a barren street where a grand parade had marched into town and left. One could still feel the presence of centuries of Chinese history on a remote patch of land in Katy.
In January 2010â€™s TH Taste, I wrote a brief mention of the Chinese New Year Feast hosted by cooking instructor Dorothy Huang, Martin Yan (of PBSâ€™ Yan Can Cook), and restaurant owner/chef Hoi Fung at his Fungâ€™s Kitchen in Houston. The event, held over two nights, was a sold-out success, and the team brought back this popular Lunar New Year banquet for 2011â€™s Year of the Rabbit. Luckily for me, I was able to attend this year, and it is truly a feast for the senses, as well as the appetite.
The evening opened with a trio of lion dancers, which snaked their way to and from every table, playfully wagging and begging for â€œlucky moneyâ€ from guests. Red envelopes were provided at each table for those wanting to contribute to the fun.
Following the lion dancers were several troupes of Asian girls ranging from five-year-olds to pre-teens performing traditional Chinese dances. Adorable and delightful!
We enjoyed a nine-course tasting immediately after the performances, with accompanying cooking demos of most of the dishes by Chef Fung, Martin Yan, and Dorothy Huang. Entrees included Chinese classics such as Peking duck (very succulent!), lobster in black pepper sauce, sweet-and-sour fish, and also Chinese style filet mignon, along with shrimp fried rice for good luck. After the sumptuous, scrumptious meal, our hosts greeted diners at each table and we toasted the Rabbit Year with red wine and cognacâ€”â€œganbei!â€ (cheers!).
Earlier in the day, I tried to visit the now-shuttered Forbidden Gardens, and mourned the passing of a Houston-area Chinese cultural treasure. Could Fungâ€™s Kitchen New Yearâ€™s Feast somehow mark the birth of another?
Itâ€™s the last day of January, and though itâ€™s warmÂ in AustinÂ right now, the National Weather Service says a cold front will roll in tonight, followed by really cold temperatures later this week. Instead of stocking up on hot chocolate, though, Iâ€™m planning my annual trip to southeast Texas this weekend to scout out the first wildflowers of the season. My mother, who lives near Edna, has already spotted coreopsis along the roadside, and my sister tells me that bluets are out, too. Yes, all those early bloomers will probably freeze their petals off this week, but I canâ€™t resist looking for them. I make a trip home each year around this time with that in mindâ€”I think of it as a Texas twist on Groundhog Day. And some years Iâ€™m rewarded by seeing a splash of phlox or even an overachieving Indian paintbrush.
Of course, the fact that the magazine staff is working on the April issue (which always has pages and pages of wildflower photos) during January and February also colors my enthusiasm. Thereâ€™s nothing like seeing all those gorgeous images to put you in the mood for the real thing. And thankfully, in Texas, itâ€™s almost wildflower season, no matter what the National Weather Service has to say.
Earlier this winter, my friend Chris and I decided to broaden our cultural horizons with a post-holiday trip to the Dallas Arts District. Our original plan was to visit the Nasher Sculpture Center, but the cold, drizzly weather didnâ€™t really lend itself to walking outdoors, so our itinerary shifted to the Dallas Museum of Art.
Iâ€™m a fan of primitive and folk art, so I was happy to check out one of the traveling exhibits, African Masks: The Art of Disguise (until Feb. 13). It included lots of great sculptural costumes from around Africa. Then, knowing we couldnâ€™t possibly see it all in a day, we attempted to choose which galleries to view. We ended up meandering through the second floor visiting modern design, early 20th-century decorative arts, into Pacific Island art and past some wonderfully detailed Japanese sculptures. We even came upon a re-created villaâ€”fully furnished with artwork on the walls.
I like the spacious, but warm, feel of the DMA building. It offers lots of opportunities to wander through different worlds of art, andâ€”my favoriteâ€”to watch people interact with art. Not a bad place to spend a rainy day!
On a break, we took a walk around the vicinity and were pleasantly surprised at the proximity of the Nasher and the Crow Collection of Asian Art. I see another trip or two to this area in my future.[gallery columns="4"]
Side trip: Our excursion included a quick jaunt through downtown Waxahachie to check out the Ellis County Courthouse. Iâ€™ve always wanted to see this building in real life, particularly all those face sculptures on the outside. Iâ€™m not sure if these are likenesses of the legendary Mabel or not, but they sure are expressive! If youâ€™re curious, read about the gargoyles on the Waxahachie courthouse.
Upon its debut in 1965 as host to an exhibition game between the Houston Astros and the New York Yankees, Houstonâ€™s Astrodomeâ€”lauded by fans as the â€œEighth Wonder in the Worldâ€â€”nabbed a spot in the record books as the worldâ€™s first multi-purpose domed stadium (not to mention the birthplace of AstroTurf). Alas, the once-regal Dome now rests in the shadow of the much-larger Reliant Stadium at Reliant Park; the Astros left the Dome for Minute Maid Park more than a decade ago.
But city leaders are debating the Astrodomeâ€™s future, and the options are numerous: Demolish it and install a green-space plaza? Keep the shell and convert it to a multi-use venue, perhaps with an attached hotel? Create a mega-venue with a planetarium and an institute devoted to engineering and mathematics? What do you think should happen with the Astrodome? Weâ€™d love to hear your thoughts and memories. (You can see the current options being considered, complete with artistsâ€™ renditions of how redevelopment might look, at http://www.reliantpark.com/feedback.)
In the past few months, I've had the good fortune to dine at a handful of French-inspired brasseries and bistros in Houston, San Antonio, and Austin. And I just got wind of a new spotâ€”LÃ¼ke, the first Texas restaurant by New Orleans chef John Beshâ€”that is winning raves in San Antonio for such French favorites as mussels and seafood meuniÃ¨re, all rendered with a Louisiana twist. Then, as I wondered whether this new infusion of French cuisine is a trend or simply a coincidence, I learned of a new spot in Austin that focuses on French pastries and those jewel-like cookies known as macarons, which are giving cupcakes a run for their money nationwide as 2011's hottest dessert treat.
On a recent trip to Lubbock, I wasn't very enthusiastic when my friend suggested we have lunch at a new burger joint called Blue Sky Texas. I figured a burger is a burger; however, I quickly changed my tune when we went inside and I saw the menu. One of the featured items is a green chile cheeseburger. You can also get green chile-cheese fries and chile sticks (fried chiles). Yum. My taste buds were ready. These are menu items you don't find at most burger places. I went for the green chile cheeseburger, and my friend ordered something called Blue Sky "steak" and fries (two ground-chuck patties stuffed with grilled onions and jalapeños and topped with queso).
In an awards ceremony at Dallas' gorgeous Winspear Opera House last Thursday, the "Texas Cultural Trust nonprofit organization that raises private money to heighten arts awareness in Texas" announced its 2011 honorees for the 2011 Texas Medal of Arts Awards, which recognizes Texas talent in film, television, literature, journalism, music, theater, media, and the visual arts.
Hockey isnâ€™t normally on my radar, but I became a fan for an evening at a recent Texas Stars game at Cedar Park Center. The Stars went stick-to-stick with the Hamilton (Ontario) Bulldogs, but the experience went beyond the swift-paced, puck-whacking, Plexiglas-pounding action of the game. Booming music, the jumbotronâ€™s frequent fan footage (showing lots of happy kids and the kiss-cam), a roving burger-shaped blimp dropping coupons, the Chuck-a-Puck competition, a T-shirt cannonâ€”all further amped the excitement.
Find ticket prices and details on special deals at www.cedarparkcenter.com (remember, thereâ€™s also a parking fee). And go, Stars!