Love in the Time
of Radiation Poisoning
                     
             
               
                 Austin    Dispatches 
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                 No.    139 
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                 April 1, 2011 
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           “Melanie   Ordones  Welker” decided to squelch my good mood in 
the  middle of our   third dance.  
           
           “You don’t have to keep looking at me during the dance,” she said.
           
           I had to hear this while choreographing? My expression remained
 unchanged.
           
           She swallowed and continued. “Some of the other women have been
 complaining     about it to me, too. It unnerves even me.”
           
           I was thinking of a response when the song ended. She placed her 
 fingertips     on my forearm – that perennial woman’s gesture of fake intimacy1 
  –  and  said something about complaining for my own good, so I could better 
  enjoy  dancing, before she scooted off the dance floor to talk to a friend. 
  
           
           That’s when I knew she was full of shit. Nobody actually criticizes
   you   in the middle of what you’re doing for your own good. Most people
 can’t  face  that they’re deliberately antagonistic in such situations,
so  they spew self-exculpating  verbiage. Women are particularly prone to
this,  usually   in cars while a man  is driving. 
           
           And we’d been interacting so well the 
  past  few months.  The start of that evening in February at Dallas 
   Nite  Club, during our greetings, she said she’d considered not coming 
out   because  of continuing dance-related aches and pains, but decided she 
ought   to appear  for the sake of her friends and acquaintances. 
           
           “Yeah, there’s nothing like sharing your misery with other people,”
   I  said.
           
           She stuck out her tongue. Then she laughed. 
           
           After our last dance, I wandered off the floor and out of Dallas,
  half   annoyed,  half amused, to ponder my response. I don’t need someone’s
  pique   disrupting  a social network I’ve so painstakingly cultivated.
I  know how   women gossip.  But immediate direct confrontation, which could
 be spun to   make me seem the  antagonist, was always an unrealistic   
option.2   Her criticism was wrong, too.  
           
           For whatever reason, all my life people have just blurted out
what   they   think of me. They do this even when more circumspection would
be best  for   them. Regardless, women in my life have commented on my “staring,” 
 but subsequent   dialog revealed it wasn’t quite the issue it seemed at first
  blurt. Miss  KT mentioned it early in our love affair. 
    
           
           “It’s like you can see into my soul,” she said. 
           
           “Oh, is that what I’m looking at.”
           
           “You have major attitude! Why do you have such attitude?”
           
           “’Cause I’m Dan Eisler, baby.”
           
           “Do you have a legitimate reason?”
           
           If Welker were as unnerved as she claimed, she’d never present 
a  cheek    for  me to buss as a greeting, never laugh at my jokes, and never 
 ask me   to dance.  
           
           Welker didn’t name these other women, but if they’re who I think 
 they   are,  I was disinclined to dance with them already. Because they’re 
 the kind  who’ll  always find something to bitch about. Who the fuck needs 
 them? That’s  partly  how “Padma Botelho” flunked 
 her  screening  for girlfriend potential.  She couldn’t follow my
 lead  or anyone  else’s – a common problem with contemporary women on the
 dance  floor – and  then complained afterward. Botelho finally complained 
 once too  often, so I stopped  enduring her: stopped asking her to dance, 
 stopped talking to her, and  stopped acknowledging her presence, even though 
 on the scene she’d become  a regular … but not an insider. This distinction 
 determined  my response.  If she’d figured out what happened, any complaints 
 to the other  women wouldn’t   impact me. In the same situation with an insider,
 I’d have  to be friendlier,   though I still wouldn’t ask her to dance.
I  still thought  Botelho might catch  on, but she never has. As a bonus,
she’s  turned exceedingly  grateful the few  times since that I’ve deigned
to acknowledge  her, and even  dance with her,  almost always at her request.
She’s even improved as a dancer.   Best of all,  I don’t have deal with her
fucking attitude.3   
           
           (At this point, you’re probably wondering why I complain about 
some   woman   having an attitude when I flaunt mine. I do shtick, which 
 is different  from  being some genuinely chronic miserable asshole, or in
 the case of a woman,  a bitch.) 
           
           In a related twist, that night at Dallas, I witnessed Botelho
and   Welker    become acquainted after all these years of attending the
same dances.  I  worried  that their talking to each other might lead to
one or both having an  epiphany.   Somehow I think they’d be irked, rather
than relieved, if they  realized I  thought they weren’t good enough for
me. But a couple of weeks  later, I calculatedly   danced with Botelho, and
concluded she was still oblivious.  She didn’t even   remember the substance
of their conversation  – assuming  it had any. 
           
           When I go out, I must look at women to read their body    language. 
  This practice has saved me   a lot of time and rejection.
  I’ve witnessed several dancers, far better   than me, consistently turned
  down because they don’t use this technique.   Whereas women will dance
with   me about 90 percent of the time I ask. Once   on the floor, I can
gauge how  the dance fares by their expressions. I can   also flirt as part
of the dance.  Judging from their expressions over the  years, my partners
really  enjoy that.4  
           
           Finally, I consulted a couple of women friends of mine about Welker’s
    plaint.  They both laughed. One said I have what the romance novels call
   a “piercing  gaze” – not to be confused with what happens in a San Francisco
    tattoo parlor.  
           
           So what have I done about what Welker said? Nothing. What have 
I  done   about  Welker? I avoided her for about six weeks, not all of it 
deliberately.    I stayed away from salsa socials she organizes, with lessons 
in exchange   for a cut of the door fee. She needs that money, too, because 
she’s been  out of work for a long time. So a relationship that once held 
the prospect of romance has degenerated into 
  a struggle   for dominance    and money – like everything else in life these
days.    
           
           Nevertheless, enough alternate venues sustained my regular excursions. 
    What’s  more, her friends on the salsa scene haven’t exactly been reluctant 
    to dance  with me since that night. If anything, they might’ve been a 
little    more eager  than before. They also haven’t said anything negative 
about  my  appraising  looks. 
           
           Finally, I attended a black-and-white-dress salsa social Welker
 hosted    on  the 23rd downtown at Enzo’s,    an Italian restaurant and
nightspot   better than the early reviews indicated. (“Melanie, you’re looking
duochromatic   this evening.”)
           
           Welker was really happy to see me, but I ignored her for most
of  the   evening.   She asked me to dance around the time I would’ve been
planning    to leave anyway.  She didn’t complain or bring up our last dance.
           
           “It’s good to see you again,” she said at the song’s conclusion.
           
           I could tell in her eyes she meant it. She also knew something 
was   wrong,    but didn’t know what. Probably forget all about her prior 
outburst.   But  I  left satisfied matters had returned to the status quo 
ante. 
           
           Austin Death Watch
           
           Austin’s power elite is back to bickering
     openly in a way not seen since councilwoman Jennifer Kim’s re-election defeat three years ago.     Turns 
  out the chiefs of diversity, women and nonwhites especially, hold    the 
 same low regard for each other they do for straight white men.5 
 
           
           While they’re playing a new round of “my group is more aggrieved 
 than   yours,”  the elite is still so ensconced 
in power  that it can continue with  impunity  to mismanage the city and surrounding
 territory, in all types of  substantive  matters. 
           
           The Mar. 20 Statesman asks whether the South    by Southwest festival 
  has outgrown Austin’s capacity.6 We at Austin    Dispatches have
  been pointing this out  for  years.7 In fact, downtown  Austin
   just isn’t arranged to handle any sort of big event, or even two mid-sized
   events simultaneously, without creating gridlock that effects Interstate
   35 and MoPac Expressway.8 One bright note is that City    budget
  cuts axed First Night Austin, the family oriented New Year’s  Eve  downtown.9 
  
           
           The Texas Transportation Institute rates Austin’s    normal traffic 
  the third-worst in America.10 That’s saying something,    when 
  compared to Dallas, Houston, San Antonio, El Paso, Texas;  Los   Angeles 
  and Seattle – all cities where I’ve driven. The Texas Transportation   Department
  wants to shift large trucks from the local stretch of Interstate   35 to
 the State Highway 130 toll road. This was the original intent, but  the
trucking   companies have calculated it’s still cheaper to use I-35. Now
 TxDOT wants   to lower    the tolls by 25 percent, but it’s constrained by
its bond obligations      when it borrowed money to build SH 130.11 
Also, TxDOT concluded   lowering    the tolls won’t    actually improve I-35’s 
congestion.12   Atop it all, Statesman columnist    Ben Wear reports 
the toll authorities’   own records show tens    of thousands of accounts 
with multiple unpaid tolls.   Recently, one Plugerville   man stiffed TxDOT 
about 4,000 times, racked up  more than $80,000 in fees  and fines, and after 
conviction on a single count  of not paying a $1.60 toll,   walked out of 
court having paid a total of $410: toll, fine, and court costs.13  
  
           
           Meanwhile, the City Council voted to extend    parking meter charges 
  into evenings and Saturdays.14 A twit on Twitter   wondered why
  only two people showed up at the Council meeting to oppose the  decision.15 
  That’s because everyone else was looking for a parking space.  Meanwhile, 
  the City Code Compliance Department has cited Casa de Luz, macrobiotic 
restaurant,  spa, and all-around holistic alternative center, for not   
having enough  parking spaces.16  
           
           Sen. Kirk Watson, D-Austin, has introduced a bill to permit privately 
     run toll lanes for U.S. Highway 183 and MoPac Expressway. The MoPac 
lane   between Lady Bird Lake and Parmer Lane would be in the middle. Too 
bad if   you have to change lanes.17 
           
           Instead, you could join the 800 people who actually use MetroRail, 
  but   Cap  Metro would be unhappy about that. Because now Cap Metro is fretting
    the trains will be overcrowded.18 Already a train collided
with  a truck   in Cedar Park on Mar. 24.19 
           
           In other infrastructure matters, Austin Water’s plan for water 
   conservation would cost the utility $100 million in lost revenue by  2020.20 
   Rolling    blackouts hit Austin Feb. 2 during the freeze – but I’ll describe 
  that    later.21 
           
           Austin Police Chief Art Acevedo fired yet another officer, this
 time   for   ignoring    a 911 call about an impending suicide to eat dinner
 instead  and then   lying    about it during the internal investigation.22 
  At this rate, Acevedo    will have fired every cop in town and we can abolish 
  the police department    at considerable savings to the annual City budget. 
  Besides, the Statesman    reports the police    solve only 5 percent of 
burglaries.23  
           
           Robert Jensen, last seen in Austin Dispatches waxing wroth over hetereonormative 
     pornography,  declaimed in a Feb. 10 lecture that “examined 
   the demise of the American dream and his concern of the public’s inability 
     to recognize its downfall.”24 Granted, Jensen is a poster 
boy  for    just the sort of pointy headed pseudo-intellectual that gives 
Austin  – and   academia – a bad name, but where’s this credentialed fool 
been the  last four years?  The public’s 
discourse  has been preoccupied    with the downfall of the American dream, 
even if it can’t agree on the   causes beyond the Obama administration.   Jensen said all this 
during   our below-freezing weather while wearing a T-shirt, according to 
the photo   with the Daily Texan’s Web version of the story. Maybe he planned 
to die  of hypothermia to atone for U.S. imperialism. 
           
           In the real world, the Statesman has concluded Travis County’s 
only   the   57th most “liberal” (i.e., social democratic) in the United States,
  well  behind such predictable cesspools as Marin County, Calif., and New
 York County,   a.k.a. Manhattan Burough.25 The local “liberals”
 are “liberal”    only so far as they can beat other people in social status
 games and insulate    themselves from the effects of their foolish public
 policies.26  Beyond  that, they only care about them  and theirs,
  and the rest of us can get fucked. The lower ranking is also helped because
  the sort of people who usurped power in Travis County in the early ‘70s,
 to vex and oppress the rest of us, have been appearing in the obituaries
with increasing frequency.   
           
           Three years after an arson fire at the Governor’s Mansion, state 
    police think a local anarchist group did it.27 This speculation 
   presumes  real contemporary anarchists are capable of anything besides 
figurative   self-immolation.  Verloc    they ain’t.28 
           
           The Statesman reports a “nonprofit that operates education and 
job   training    programs for youths is struggling with severe money problems 
 that have led   to layoffs, sporadic   employee paychecks, bad debt and trouble
  with” its regulatory agency.29 Sounds   like the kids are getting
  a real introduction to the modern workplace.30    
           
           Political Follies 
           
           Kris Bailey, candidate for the Place 3 Council seat, hopes to
challenge      the elite’s approach to governance. However, all news    sources
for his  Jan. 29 campaign kickoff downplayed the real story:  the  re-appearance 
 of  A.Whitney Brown,   years after the ‘80s yuppie WASP, mainly associated 
 with   “Saturday Night   Live” during its first   extended  stretch of being 
 insufficiently  funny, had stopped impinging   on my consciousness.31 
  “Brown,  who now lives in Austin, said he came   by his support for Bailey 
 and  opposition  to marijuana laws honestly, having   been busted in Texas 
 years ago for possession  of two joints, for which he   served a year in 
prison.”32 
           
           Not only did a hitch    in the hoosegow fail to wipe the smirk 
off   Brown’s face, but it cost   us taxpayers to keep him there, and failed 
to   keep him from returning to  Texas.33 He    shouldn’t’ve been 
jailed  for pot possession.34 He should’ve been   executed for 
his abysmal  attempts at comedy. Dying before an audience every   Saturday 
night isn’t  enough.
           
           Bailey’s announcement overlapped the last business of the 2010 
elections:      Republican insurgent Dan    Neil finally conceded defeat to
incumbent  Democratic Donna Howard in   House District 48, after the extended 
recount  process whittled her lead from  16 down to four votes. If Howard 
hadn’t sought  office to begin with, the whole ordeal could’ve been avoided.35  
 
           
           Cultural Canapés 
           
           The state budget shortfall is finally prompting second thoughts
 about    offering  incentives for filmmakers, TV producers, game developers
 and commercial   creatives  to shoot in Texas. That reopens the wound from
 box office hit  “Machete,” which was denied state incentive funds last year
 because of its  racial 
     content. In the narrative promoted by the Chronicle and the Texas 
 Observer,    it’s obvious that government should subsidize the arts, even 
 commercially    viable projects, and only mean, evil people like Alex Jones could object 
     to subsidies for depictions of Mexicans slaughtering whites.36  
  
           
           Now, I saw “Machete” in the theater opening day and think it’s 
one   of  the  11-best flicks of 2010. (Although, since I saw only a dozen 
2010   releases,    my comments could be mistaken for damning with faint praise.)
  But Mexicans    might object to a couple of guys named Rodriguez portraying
  them as dumb,    inept, prone to violence with and without the influence
 of mind-altering   substances, and standing around with their thumbs up
their   asses until some   mean-looking guy shows up and tells them what
to do. These  are the shock  troops for the Reconquista? 
           
           Moreover, the historic    rationale for Mexican animosity is erroneous. 
  The Mexican government   invited gringos into places like Texas37 
  because most Mexicans sensibly avoided   an area inhabited by coyotes, roadrunners,
  marauding Indians, and cacti,38   for which the U.S. government
  later paid its counterpart a total of $25 million,  back when the dollar
 was worth something.39 But you don’t
hear  Mexicans sympathizing for   the Indians.  The few Tejanos
around  had a disproportionate influence   on Texas culture,40
and were  the leading advocates for Texas seceding   from a Mexico under
the dictatorship  of Santa Anna.41 Mexicans didn’t   start crossing
the international  border (not the other way around) and staying   in significant
numbers until  the Second Mexican Civil War erupted  in 1910.42
  The history  espoused in “Machete” only exists in the minds  of teachers
running   ethnic  grievance programs at state colleges, and successful  writer-directors.
  
           
           If Robert Rodriguez really wants to be edgy, he can make a vigilante 
   movie   based on the crime news from Cleveland, Texas. A group of black 
 teen-agers    raped an 11-year-old Mexican girl and recorded it on their 
cell phones.  Whites  in the judicial system and the media have been trying 
to obscure the story  to avoid a brown vs. black race war.43 For 
example, the Mar. 30 Statesman  reprints a New York Times article that omits 
the race of the assailants.44  For their part, the 
     blacks have been complaining about “white racism.”45 Somehow
  I doubt   Rodriguez has the cojones to cinematically exploit the situation.
  
           
           On the Town
           
           St. Patrick’s Day, I returned home after insufficient luck with
 the   colleens   at a salsa social where less than half the crowd wore green.
 In  the apartment   parking lot, a drunk couple dressed all in black thought
  I was their designated   driver, snuck up the driver’s side of the car
to   surprise me, but only momentarily,   as my training 
     and sobriety restored my advantage in seconds.46 Even 
in  his drunken    stupor, the “man” of the couple realized his mistake and 
attempted  to apologize,    staggering forward to shake with his free hand. 
“Sorry about  that, dude.”
           
           But he just annoyed me further. These
  dumbasses   had no idea how close they came to death.  
           
           “Back off,” I snapped in a tone usually deployed for disciplining
  dogs,    and fixed them both with a jailhouse stare. They whined further
 but edged    away as I maintained my guard.
           
           Neighborhood News
           
           
           The morning of Feb. 4, children and pets frolicked in the powdery, 
  2-inch    snow, the first in four years.47  
     The happy mood didn’t last, of course. By late afternoon, when the snow 
   melted  to reveal the blond grass yard segments at the complex, a sprinkler 
   pipe in my building burst and triggered the smoke alarms. We adults sauntered 
   out of their apartments and stood around scowling at each other while the
   maintenance crew fixed the problem. Then a water pipe burst and deprived 
  us of water, hot or cold.
           
           A week later, my  refrigerator conked out and the maintenance
crew   had to replace it.
           
           Police have charged a high school chick with the Feb. 15 robbery 
 of  a  Chase  Bank near Parmer and Metric Boulevard.48 On Feb. 
 28,  I witnessed  the aftermath of a frontal collision at Gracy Farms Lane 
 and  Stonehollow Drive. On Mar. 21, I witnessed the aftermath of an auto 
collision  at Gracy Farms and the northbound frontage road of MoPac. 
           
           Borders    is closing its bookstore at The Domain as part of the 
 chain’s  bankruptcy   reorganization.49 Sodade Coffee House has 
 closed in the Gracy Farms   Center strip mall.50 An Asian supermarket 
 at Parmer and Metric has closed.51   
           
           H-E-B altered the layout in the back its store at The Market at
Parmer shopping plaza.   Ownership    of the Austin Commons strip mall has
changed hands.52   Aloft hotel at
  The Domain reopened after water  damage from Tropical Storm Hermine in
October.53    
           
           A Fiat dealership and a styling salon have opened at The Domain.54 
    A  medical clinic and coffee shop/networking space have opened nearby.55 
     St. David’s North Austin Medical Center launched an institute for robotic 
     surgery within the center.56 A computer store replaces the 
 Fashion Cleaners   at the Stonehollow Place strip mall.57 Big 
Daddy’s burger joint replaces   Bagpipes Pub 
in the Crossroads shopping center.58 Furniture store Copenhagen 
   Imports moved to Braker Lane where Eurway used to be.59 
           
           Also at Crossroads, I’m getting into fighting trim at the new
James    Bond   Fitness, by playing baccarat for several hours with shadowy
tycoons    bent  on world domination, followed by a pack of cigarettes and
two vodka    martinis   (shaken, not stirred).60   
           
           Business Roundup
           
           Tom Davis the Pagan pontificated Feb. 19 at the First Unitarian
 Universalist     Church of Austin about how to prepare for the inevitable
 unavailability   of  oil and global warming.61 Davis  is the type who’s always wrong about everything,
 so much so you wonder   how he ever survived to old age.  Anyway, the
 important thing is that   since  he believes we’re running out of oil, that
 means it’s far more    plentiful and accessible than is generally acknowledged,
 and you’ll  have   to dump your energy investments at their peak, sooner
rather than later.62    
           
                     
           
           NOTES
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     2 Browne, Harry. How I Found Freedom in an Unfree 
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     3 James, Darius. That's Blaxploitation! Roots of
 the  Baadasssss 'Tude (Rated X by an All-Whyte Jury). New York City:
St. Martin's  Press, 1995: 113.
     4 Caro, Mike. Caro’s Book of Poker Tells: The Psychology 
  and Body Language of Poker, 2nd rev. ed. New York City: Mike Caro University 
  of Poker/Cardoza Publishing, 2003.
     5 King, Michael. “Expiation Day.” AC 11 Mar. 2011: 
16.
     6 Corcoran, Michael, and Ricardo Gandara. “Injuries, 
 Angry  Fans, Unofficial Overflow Hit Sour Notes.” AAS 20 Mar. 2011: A1+; 
Plohetski,  Tony. “Austin Gets SXSWamped.” AAS 19 Mar. 2011, final ed.: A1+.
     7 AD No. 26 (Apr. 27, 2001); AD No. 91n1 (Jul.
  2, 2006); AD No. 105 (Feb. 27, 2008).
     8 AD No. 108 (Apr. 28, 2008); AD No. 138 (Jan. 13, 
2011);   Prochaska, Hedda. “SXSW: Friend or Foe?” Austin Lifestyle 
Mar./Apr.   2011: 52.
     9 AD No. 89 (Mar. 29, 2006); Faires, Robert. “First
 Night  Austin.” AC 8 Oct. 2010: 37.
     10 Wear, Ben. “Austin Rises to 3rd on Bad Traffic
List,   Though Level of Congestion Has Idled.” AAS 21 Jan. 2011, final ed.:
A1+.
     11 Ayala, Melissa. “Proposal May Cut Traffic, Add
Tolls.”   DT 3 Feb. 2011: 1-2; Dirr, Jacob. “TxDOT Considering Reducing SH
130 Toll   Rate for Truckers.” ABJ 21 Jan. 2011: 5+.
     12 Wear. “Texas 130 Toll Break Likely for Truckers 
but   Might Not Move Many.” AAS 24 Feb. 2011: B1.
     13 Wear. “No Swift Justice for Those Skipping Out
on  Their  Tolls.” AAS 28 Mar. 2011: B1.
     14 Wear. “No More Free Parking at Night.” AAS 4 Mar. 
 2011:  B1.
     15 Dunbar, Wells. “Under Advisement.” AC 11 Mar. 2011: 
  18.
     16 Kanin, Mike. “Have Customers, Need Macrobiotic
Parking.”   AC 11 Mar. 2011: 24.
     17 Wear. “Privately Run Toll Roads Back in Fast Lane.” 
  AAS 24 Mar. 2011, final ed.: A1+.
     18 Dunbar. “Cap Metro: The Fewer the Merrier.” AC
17  Sep.  2010: 18-19; Wear. “Packed Trains Are Mixed Blessing for MetroRail.” 
 AAS 20 Mar. 2011: A1.
     19 Nichols, Lee. “MetroRail vs. Pickup Truck.” AC
1  Apr.  2011: 24; “None Hurt in MetroRail Collision.” AAS 25 Mar. 2011,
final  ed.:  B2.
     20 Dunbar. “Austin Water: The High Cost of Saving.”
 AC  4 Feb. 2011: 16.
     21 Baltimore, Chris. “Bitter Cold Brings Rolling Blackouts.” 
  The Austin Times 4 Feb. 2011: 1; Copelin, Laylan et al. “Questions 
  Loom About Outages.” AAS 4 Feb. 2011, final ed.: A1+; Munir, Huma. “University 
  Power Plant Guards Against Blackouts.” DT 3 Feb. 2011: 1-2; Plohetski et 
 al. “Blackouts Roil Central Texas.” AAS 3 Feb. 2011, final ed.: A1+.
     22 Plohetski. “Officer Fired Over Handling of Suicide
  Case.” AAS 21 Jan. 2011, final ed.: A1+.
     23 Vail, Isadora. “Big Problem, Little Justice.” AAS 
 25  Mar. 2011, final ed.: A1+.
     24 James, William. “UT Professor Talks of Strife American 
  Acts Create in the World.” DT 11 Feb. 2011: 5.
     25 Selby, W. Gardner. “Travis County Is Hardly the 
Most   Liberal in the Land.” AAS 16 Feb. 2011: B1+.
     26 Sowell, Thomas. The Vision of the Anointed:
Self-Congratulation   as a Basis for Social Policy. New York City: Basic
Books, 1995.
     27 Smith, Jordan. “Naked City.” AC 25 Feb. 2011: 16; 
 Ward,  Mike, and Steven Kreytak. “Three Tied to Arson Inquiry.” AAS 18 Feb. 
 2011:  B1.
     28 Conrad, Joseph [Jósef Teodor Konrad Korzeniowski]. 
  The Secret Agent: A Simple Tale, rev. ed. 1921. Rpt. New York City: 
  The Modern Library, 2004.
     29 Ball, Andrea. “A Wrench in the Youthworks.” AAS 
28  Mar. 2011, final ed.: A1+.
     30 Gordon, David M. Fat and Mean: The Corporate 
Squeeze   of Working Americans and the Myth of Managerial Downsizing. 
New York  City: Martin Kessler Books/The Free Press, 1996; Meyer, G.J. Executive 
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     31 Shales, Tom, and James Andrew Miller. Live From
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     32 King. “Teapot Partying With Bailey.” AC 4 Feb.
2011:    18.
     33 Perkinson, Robert. Texas Tough: The Rise of
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and Co.,  2010: 246-306.
     34 Szasz, Thomas. Our Right to Drugs: The Case
for   a Free Market. New York City: Praeger, 1992.
     35 Eaton, Tim. “Neil Ends Contested Seat Fight.” AAS 
 19  Mar. 2011: B1+; Hicks, Nolan. “Austin Democrat Secures Seat With a 16-Vote 
  Victory Margin.” DT 9 Nov. 2010: 2; Whittaker, Richard. “Howard Wins in 
a  Squeaker.” AC 18 Feb. 2011: 18; Whittaker. “Victory for Howard, Travis 
County.”  AC 25 Mar. 2011: 20.
     36 Rosenblatt, Josh. “Revenge of the B-Movie.” Texas 
  Observer 21 Jan. 2011: 22-23; Whittaker. “Is That a Wrap for Incentives?” 
  AC 28 Jan. 2011: 38-40.
     37 Fehrenbach, T.R. Seven Keys to Texas, rev. 
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     38 White, Richard. "It's Your Misfortune and None 
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     39 Kluger, Richard. Seizing Destiny: How America
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     40 Fehrenbach. Lone Star: A History of Texas and
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     41 Fehrenbach, T.R. Lone Star, op. cit., 182, 
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