The Cathedral Isn’t Telling

I live in San Antonio, Texas. It’s ok. Everyone has got to live somewhere. So why not here? But occasionally I wonder just what the Hell I am doing here. Today was one of those days. I always admired the opening line of Mario Vargas Llosa’s brilliant novel, Conversation in the Cathedral (1969). “At whatContinue reading “The Cathedral Isn’t Telling”

Convergence, Big Time (with apologies to Lant Pritchett)

I have been trying to write this damn thing for a long time. I’ve started. Discarded. Started. Discarded. Started again. Ah, I say. What’s the use? This is above my pay grade. There is no sense publicly demonstrating you don’t know what you’re talking about. But then, like the Hound of Heaven, maybe the HoundContinue reading “Convergence, Big Time (with apologies to Lant Pritchett)”

Happy Valentine’s Day, Andrés Manuel

Pa todos mis amigos de Mexico, sin rencor y sin politica, pero sí con mucho amor. Let me make it clear from the outset. I do not regard this as any more than a glorified opinion piece. It is not an academic study. No one has reviewed it. And I, as much as anyone, amContinue reading “Happy Valentine’s Day, Andrés Manuel”

BURY MY HEART AT SAN JACINTO

It never goes away, and it probably never will. The independence of Texas–secession if you will–was the means whereby Texas migrated from one Empire to whatwould arguably become another. And if matters had gone differently in the 1860s, Texasmight have been part of and not simply, a whole ‘nother country. Talk of Texit comesnaturally toContinue reading “BURY MY HEART AT SAN JACINTO”

The Ides of Texas Are Upon You (Sorry)

Full Disclosure: don’t submit this for serious publication anywhere, even in your local newspaper. These are all back of envelope calculation. The numbers are pretty crude and I haven’t revisited their sources. This is just more a kind of Saturday in Summer WTF meditation. Read at your own risk. Ok. When I last checked, IContinue reading “The Ides of Texas Are Upon You (Sorry)”