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Historic Photos of the Austin Area

This photo taken in the 1950s before I-35. Amazing. via @AnotherBros

Now that I’m finally using the new facebook design, it got me remembering previous incarnations of TheFacebook. This is from 2004.

Whenever I hear Zuckerberg, I always remember how he used to have an image of himself on Facebook and proudly captioned every page on facebook “A Mark Zuckerberg production.”

One day I will get Moxie a harness and have her pull me around on a sled.

Photo from The Big Picture’s spread on sled dogs.

chacal-la-chaise:

Lillian Bassman, the return of an icon - latimes.com

But, now, at age 93, she is in the midst of a renaissance, prompted back to work almost by accident. And renewed interest in her legacy has led to a new book and exhibitions around the world, including a stunning retrospective, “Lillian Bassman: Women,” at the Peter Fetterman Gallery in Santa Monica. Her pictures, some not seen for decades, capture and immortalize the style of an era. ¶ They say every picture tells a story. Here’s Lillian Bassman’s, in her favorite timeless black-and-white.

What city is this, cause it sure as hell isn’t Austin

I am making this little baby kimono for one of Paul’s classmates. The yarn color doesn’t have a name (other than 2236) so I’m going to name it for them: persimmon. I’m having a hell of a time with the construction of this little garment, I’m not very good at sewing knit pieces together, nor am I a very even knitter. I suppose there’ a reason why I always gravitate towards lace and cables, you can’t tell when my tension is off.

I’ve attached and re-attached the sleeves more times than I can count, but I think I’m finally liking the way this little baby sweater is turning out.

Sir Mattx came to visit last weekend, and it gave Paul and I the push to finally make it over to The Liberty. We had been talking about going over there for months, mostly to check out East Side King.

It was crowded inside, we got our drinks and wandered out to the patio. I expected it to be deserted, since you know, it was 30 degrees out. But no, there were clusters of people huddled around those gas lamp heater things. We were practically hobos. And I don’t know if it was because we all had the common bond of being stupid enough to drink cold beers outdoors in freezing weather or if that’s just the type of crowd The Liberty attracts, but people were really friendly. From the dude that came over to excitedly tell us that two men just entered a port-a-potty and were giggling to the people that beckoned us towards their heat lamp and offered to share the warmth, I don’t know if I’ve ever had so many interactions with strangers at a bar.

But despite all the friendliness, we didn’t last too long outside. Just long enough to finish our food. I was amazed at the number of people that did stay outside. On Saturday Matt said he wasn’t sure if people in Austin were hardy or stupid. If we had only gone out Friday, I would have told you that people in Austin are extremely hardy, capable of weathering both triple digits and below freezing temps. But since we also went out Saturday night and witnessed an incredible amount of people huddling outside on patios (with no heaters!) or wearing only boots and a minidress or button-ups with no coats, we all agreed that it’s not hardiness, it’s stupidity. I wanted to ask people if they knew what it meant to be 30 degrees out.