August 20, 2014

From An Outsider's Eyes


I never sit and write anymore. Which is a shame. It's a sort of therapy, clears the deck  on a thought or a memory that's been rattling around. It helps me to connect the dots. Writing opens me up, keeps me honest. And I've found that to be honest with oneself foremost is to be honest with the world around you. To observe, to document, and to put a lens on the sight that is yours and yours alone. Raw, and without judgment.   

But I get tired of me real fast. And that's when I find it best to look outside, to those from elsewhere, who've experience different things and live a different life and evangelize for those passions that they hold so dear…




This weekend I'll spend up in Elkhorn, WI at Camp Wandawega, where the Low Brow Manifesto promises nothing more than "the simpler pleasures of simpler times." The draw is the Whole Larder Love workshop, put on by dear friend Rohan Anderson whose passion for practical living with a reduced impact is as magnetic as it is well-documented

Many friends will be there, some new, some newer. And all will bring with them a piece of their world. A world I look forward to experiencing.

August 12, 2014

Everydayness (of a time)



Mexican Market on Laredo Street, San Antonio (ca. 1926). Shanty building offers herbs, medicine, and pottery (de San Felipe y Guadalajara). 15 cigarettes will set you back $0.10, Baby Ruth’ll cost you $0.05.

Boxing Tuesday Double Windup, Feb 2nd @ Market Hall (Vasquez vs. Merino, Forrester vs. Aguilar). Prices are $1, $1.50, $2 though I cannot tell what that’ll get you. Oh and the man running for Bexar County Sheriff “Respectfully Solicits Your Vote.”

the Texana Collection @ the San Antonio Public Library offers an absolute treasure trove of images like this, for folks who want a true glimpse at the everydayness of life from a time gone past.  

June 30, 2014

Between the Cars

Above it reads… "I work with her." And I wonder if he does. 


June 4, 2014

The Battle That Won the War

Ten years ago this week I woke up pre-dawn in a London hotel room to reports that Ronald Reagan had passed. I remember this primarily for two reasons: (i) I used to work for this world-class prick who always said that Reagan would die "on cue"; and (ii) to that, the morning I heard the news happened to be June 6th, 2004, 60th Anniversary of D-Day. In an election year, no less. Later that morning I went to see the Churchill War Rooms, a profound experience at any time, surely, but particularly on that day. 

I was thinking about this as the 70th anniversary of that great battle approaches. And as I read Douglas Brinkley's The Longest Day in TIME (long form, take the time), the enormity of the day and its eternal consequences settled in once more. This captures it… 
"The following day, June 7, newspapers were full of mind-boggling factoids and statistics about how D-Day had succeeded. One number that didn’t appear was 36,525. Readers might guess that the number represents the tally of soldiers who landed at Omaha Beach or the number of ships and aircraft used in the cross-Channel operation or the number of German defenders or the number of casualties or any number of other things associated with Operation Overlord. But 36,525 is simply the number of days in a century, and of all the days in the 20th century, none were more consequential than June 6, 1944. Some might argue that certain inventions and discoveries during that great century of innovation should be deemed the most important—like Watson and Crick’s reveal of the double-helix structure of DNA or all of Einstein’s contributions—but other nominees flatten when one asks, “What if D-Day had failed?”
I've not been to Normandy but as I understand there is a moment, we should all experience, when one recognizes the headstones, facing west, toward home.   





Treasure trove of USG posters via the National Archive here.

June 1, 2014

The Lamb Buddha


It was over a year ago... I was having breakfast at the Hotel Havana, working on plans for a Shiner Supper Club event in honor of Rohan Anderson's upcoming Whole Larder Love visit. That evening came and went w/ much success; to use the words of our guest, "I gave my talk then finished the night in the company of some fine people, chatting the night away, sharing photos of our loved ones and talking politics, food woes and our love of dogs." It was a special gathering made all the more so by the efforts of many, fueled by a shared passion for community. 

So I'm sitting there drinking my coffee and cooking up ideas when a man stops by the table to say hello to his friend/my breakfast mate. Then he introduces himself to me as Loncito Cartwright; on site, you just like this fellow. Far as I could tell he "kept" a place at the hotel, which is to say he always has a place. To stay, when he wants. In this town there are no better homes-away-from-home so I ask what brings him in so often... 

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Turns out Loncito is a lamb and pig farmer, sixth-generation South Texas. Raises some of the best and sells to some of the most selective (here and elsewhere). It was a chance encounter that only happens when one is open to these sorts of chance encounters, doing work and hashing through that which motivates you inside and out; naturally Loncito would provide the lamb for Rohan's night, playing an integral role in the essence of the supper. 

But this time, Loncito gets his own supper, and you need to come out (Weds 6/4 @ 7p) to hear him spin his story. As always, Shiner will be on hand, pairing their suds with each course. It's a great way to spend a summer night. And who know what encounters may come of it. Tickets here

April 29, 2014

3rd Annual Cinco de Derby

Fiesta. Siesta. Repeat.
We here at Wrong Side just love this time of year. Fresh off of Fiesta we barrel into May, specifically the first weekend of May, which always brings with it the twin pillars of civilized outdoor day drinking… Cinco de Mayo and the Kentucky Derby.
 
We’ll be celebrating for a cause this Saturday at the 3rd Annual Cinco de Derby (oh we do love a good collaboration), benefiting the San Antonio Public Library Foundation. So if you’re in San Antonio please come out and join us.
 
But before you do, make sure to check out the new batch of pocket squares just dropped on the site for spring/summer. All sufficiently pastel enough to carry you through the most exciting two minutes in sports, and beyond. Happy spring.




April 3, 2014

San Antonio Book Festival

This Saturday, Alamo City plays host to the second annual San Antonio Book Festival at Central Library ("the big Enchilada") and the Southwest School of Art. Little something for everyone happening downtown, but a couple events stand out, for me at least… 


The Prophets of Smoked Meat, a convo w/ Daniel Vaughn, Texas Monthly's first ever barbecue editor. You'd be right to ask about now… "no-shit?-that-was-actually-an-option?" Apparently so, and Mr Vaughn will take us through it one moist brisket at a time. 


Then a little later in the afternoon is the Literary Death Match at the Empire Theatre. I really have no idea what to expect here but there will be booze and the space is great and we've been promised nothing short of a "lore-making night of high-minded calamity that will change our lives." All that, for ten bucks? I mean, it ain't a gig licking salt and pepper rub off my fingers, but I'll take what I can get.