Category: Pamie

  • whole lotta kolache

    whole lotta kolache

    I woke up this morning and wanted sausage kolaches. Like, two kolaches. This is because you other homesick Texans have been sending me email about food I’ve forgotten about, and Lis sent the link to the Homesick Texan’s kolache recipe.

  • An Update from Peter, at the Rockhouse Foundation

    [readermail]It’s hard to believe that we’re about to break ground on the renovation and expansion of the Negril Library knowing that so many books, furniture and technology are already funded through the awesome efforts of Pamie and David, not to mention the generosity of their thoroughly cool Dewey donors… it was truly an amazing achievement!…

  • suck it, movable type.

    To those of you who have written to say that your obsessive desire to read every single one of my archived entries has been thwarted by server problems, I say: “I fixed the archives.” And: “Please share some of your spare time with real, live humans.”

  • dear texas.  please send breakfast tacos from taco cabana.

    dear texas. please send breakfast tacos from taco cabana.

    Lately she’s written about gumbo, queso and crawfish, making me the Homesick Texan. Spending time with Dave and Tara this week, our conversation turned once again to our plans to Eat Through Austin — a tour we consumed back in 2004 when Omar got married. That’s the last time I’ve been to Austin, and I…

  • boxed in.

    boxed in.

    “The Kattbank (via Design*Sponge, of course) is very pretty, and it comes in a satisfying array of colors, but at a whopping $1750, my sphincter says what? Also, do our friends want to sit atop a bench packed with feces? Don’t answer.” Evany is on a hilarious search for the perfect litter box.

  • calling all winos.

    I got to spend some time this past Sunday afternoon in this wine cave with some good people (including these people.) When Chris and Tess are around, I just let them choose whatever it is I’m drinking. It always works. I didn’t buy anything, so I avoided anything like the last time I went wine…

  • lost.

    lost.

    We moved into our new offices for Season Two on Monday morning. It’s been five days now, and I still keep getting lost. So much so that Correne made the kind gesture to make this sign just for me, so I can find my essentials. Monday and Tuesday I gave myself excuses. I figured I…

  • hiatus.

    It appears this site has been on an unintentional post-Dewey break for the past week or so that might continue for a bit longer. Otherwise I’ll never get this novel written.

  • A Letter from Alicia Fox, librarian at Children’s Institute

    [This letter was in response to asking if she needed help unpacking/sorting/shelving/etc.] [readermail] Hi there! Thank you! I will need help sorting or labeling but I’m not sure when. I’ve been obsessed with opening the boxes each day and condensing them into the bigger boxes. If I didn’t I would run out of room! I’ve…

  • Almost Sleepytime for Dewey

    Almost Sleepytime for Dewey

    That went quickly. It’s our second to last day for donations for the Rockhouse Foundation, or books to the Children’s Institute. There’s only a few hours left in the Samantha Who? set visit auction, and a very cute baby book prize in today’s donor raffle. Thanks again to the hundreds and hundreds of you who…