The Hit List
A playlist of late-seventies and early-eighties country pop made popular by Urban Cowboy.
A playlist of late-seventies and early-eighties country pop made popular by Urban Cowboy.
Everything tastes better on (or near) the grill. Just ask Dallas chef Tim Byres, who invited five of his friends over to create these mouthwatering recipes for your next backyard shindig.
Can we save our beloved ant-eating, blood-spurting, quickly disappearing state reptile?
Our estimable advice columnist on armadillo mortality, Dallas Cowboys etiquette, barbecue preferences, and a perfect Texas playlist.
Mimi Swartz cross-examines the Court of Criminal Appeals’ unprecedented sanctions against a death penalty lawyer.
When I was nine years old, I struggled to make a super 8 movie as my life unspooled around me.
How the Spindletop gusher turned one prospector into an arts patron with an unusual flair for self-recrimination.
A 181-year-old book reminds us that Texas was once much more German—and far more radical—than we realize.
Some crazy stuff went down last month. Here are a handful of headlines you may have missed.
Alyssa Michalke was recently named the first female commander of Texas A&M’s corps of cadets. It’s been a long time coming.
What to read, hear, and watch this month to achieve maximum Texas cultural literacy.
“Lightning killed near Blossom, Tex., a mule and cow at the same time. They were a mile apart.”—Jefferson Jimplecute, May 1, 1908
A newly installed nacho-cheese-melting machine at Round Rock’s Dell Diamond burst into flames the night before opening day. Though no one was injured in the conflagration, it did $200,000 worth of damage to the stadium’s eatery, the Nolan Ryan Fireball Express Grill.
Iliza Shlesinger, whose comic style mates icy reserve with feverish belligerence, hits the road.
In drought-ravaged West Texas, cotton farmers find good omens in unlikely places.
At the Dallas ramen shop Ten, you have to stand to eat the food—all the better to give it the ovation it deserves.
Corpus Christi fisherman John Garcia’s painted creations are off the hook.
When you’ve got Barney Smith’s toilet seat exhibit, who needs the Rothko Chapel?