The other day, I lied to a stranger. I didn’t mean to lie. It began as an accidental misstatement. But then, I didn’t bother to correct myself, and so, like that, my words became a lie. I didn’t feel bad about my mistruth as it helped me meet my goal of quickly extracting myself from an annoying conversation. Given a chance at a do-over, I might even lie again, with purpose and precision, to avoid a confrontation, to get on with my life.
The day after I lied, I was in yoga. I go to a class that often resembles more of a cocktail party than some reverent, woo-woo hour of dedication to mind/body/spirit. It’s not unusual for us to crack jokes or chatter whilst our backs are twisting or our butts are aimed at the ceiling. This particular session, the teacher read us an article from the Wall Street Journal about how and when kids lie and what it means.
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Austinist Film Review: Perfume
Concerned as it is with the decidedly non-visual sensation of smell, Patrick Suskind’s novel Das Parfum would appear an unlikely candidate for a movie. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, the film rights to Das Parfum were offered to everyone from Stanley Kubrick (who declared the book unfilmable) to Tim Burton before they fell into the hands of Tom Tykwer, the German auteur behind Run Lola Run. The result, which opens today, is...
Truesday: The Long March
You need to witness the parade of drunken disappointment that is the 6th St. Halloween parade.
It’s sort of the same as Times Square: you hear about it all the time, and it gets all these “ooh, man it’s a one-of-a-kind and so amazingly badass” descriptions, but when you get there, you will inevitably say aloud “what the fuck is this? A third world country? This shit’s chaos. Like an Uzbek prison yard.” Even though you have no idea where Uzbekistan even is.
Elsewhere in the Ist-averse
It's a mad, mad workd out there, folks. And here's the proof... SFist commenters pose for before and aftershocks when the mayor commemorates a 1906 earthquake...at 4:30 in the morning. A hot tip on the Chronicle vending machines comes in and the SFist war correspondent risks life and limb to post this dispatch from the frontlines. Houstonist announces their new Cops spinoff "World's Funniest Tazer Videos" and the possible cancellation of their pervs' "World's Grossest...
Easter at The Glenn
It might be more exciting than church! The Backyard is inviting families to come celebrate Easter at their place (or rather, The Glenn). On Sunday, April 16, there will be egg hunting, music, food, and more. Little ones can get pictures with the Easter Bunny. Big ones can stuff their faces with quiche and salad. Matt the Electrician and Sarah Sharp will be using their musical stylings to entertain the masses. We can't say...

