Twenty top artists test their talent.
So you think that OPEC controls the price oil and that the glut is hurting everybody in the oil business? Wrong. Traders on the international spot market are pulling the strings and getting rich in the process.
An interpretation of a classic genre.
W.A. Criswell has spent forty years convincing his huge flock at Dallas’ First Baptist Church that the end of the world is near. He hopes you’ll believe it too.
The cattle are dying, the grass is gone, the ranchers are selling their land. The center of Texas is in a drought that may be the worst in a hundred years.
Just the thing to go with barbecue or chicken-fried steak—a good bottle of Texas red. Wine, that is.
Pompeo Coppini’s heroic sculptures and European air were just what Texas’ fledgling gentry was hungry for in 1901. Since then his name has faded from memory, but his works endure.
Texas’ beloved live oaks are falling victim to a creeping fungus, and no one knows how to stop it.
A flood of new Brahms recordings that honor the composer’s 150th birthday reveals an oeuvre of surprising richness.
Most educational software relies on the same old rote drills and other negative techniques—only now kids get nuked for missing a math problem.
Houston catches up with itself.
Steve Martin’s new comedy All of Me is half-baked; The Gods Must Be Crazy is an amiable tall tale with giraffes; Tanya Roberts is sexy-heroic as Sheena, queen of the pulp jungle drama; Last Night at the Alamo is a rowdy last stand.
Inspired by last summer’s media mania in Dallas, our expert offers a few suggestions for spicing up future nonevents.
Hunting gear that even Natty Bumppo would approve of.
Bullock brings a touch of Las Vegas to Texas; two Texas congressmen covet the same plum; an oil company sends a signal to Wall Street; a court fight could cost UT and A&M $20 million; a big man belongs in Houston.
Winners and losers from the Republican convention; a crash course for butlers; biting the bullet in Orange County; the peculiar appeal of the Texas State Guard; a bookie tells his trade secrets.