Café Mundi, already nearly invisible thanks to its location on a remote portion of East Fifth Street and a curb that cuts off customers' access, became even more inaccessible last week.
Architect Antoine Predock presents a sleeker, more sharply angled version of his City Hall design; the Bennett Tract faces a tough road with neighbors and the developer at an impasse over the size and scale of proposed development on the East Austin tract.
The State Policy Committee overturns its earlier rejections of several progressive organizations applying for participation in the annual State Employee Charitable Campaign.
The rains came, sweeping away parking at Noahfest, Boozoo Chavis, and DJ Muppetfucker's name. Clifford Antone, meanwhile, remains in the pokey, while Schatzi prepares to go the same route and sign a record deal.
When the sun goes down and a breeze kicks in, you might try getting your movie fix outdoors: Austin's Bike-in theatre and aGLIFF's drive-in spectacular are just two of the local outdoor summer film series.
For four years, playwright Lisa D'Amour and director Katie Pearl have forged an uncommon bond with audiences through the welcoming, intimate quality of their theatre work. They've also forged an uncommon bond with each other, a mutually fulfilling creative partnership that will continue for the rest of their lives.
Arts Center Stage got a new lease on life -- or at least a new lease on Palmer Auditorium; the Bad Dog Comedy Theatre offers last call, and the Rude Mechanicals gets their second plug of the year in The New York Times.
To what citywide scandal has our monopoly daily directed its powerful attention? It's a local scourge, a plague, a deep-rooted city problem: the South by Southwest Conference and Festivals. (Okay, well, we don't get it either.)
My daily headaches have cleared up since I began taking six tablets of acetaminophen (Tylenol) every day. Should I keep looking for a nutritional solution?
To those who think the NBA is just a pale, slow-motion shadow of its former self, Coach says: Take another look; the running game is back, and you need only look at the eight surviving playoff teams to see it.
That a man from San Antonio named Richard Santos has as much to add to the world of Jewish intellectual pursuits as an attorney named Rosen is as fascinating as it should be obvious, David Garza writes after he attended the Texas Jewish Historical Society's 22nd annual gathering. For the first time, perhaps, an entirely constructive revision may be taking place in the history of those we call the "people of the Book."
Review: The Great GatsbyA great American novel does not always a great movie make, but Baz Lurhmann, a director of delirious excess, certainly seems an apt fit for the Roaring Twenties.
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