by Phil Houseal | Feb 14, 2024 | All Articles, History, Philosophy
Feb 14, 2024–Are we hug deprived? Did you know that when two people hug, their hearts are only two inches apart? Some say this induces a sympathetic response, when the electrical fields around both beating organs intersect, creating a bond. This lowers stress, boosts...
by Phil Houseal | Jan 31, 2024 | All Articles, Education, Events, History, Music, People of the Hill Country, Venue
Jan 31, 2024–Audiences for the Dublin Harpers are so enamored with the lilting sound of the Celtic harp, they go away wanting to play it themselves. Unfortunately, the care and feeding of a full-size authentic harp is beyond the grasp of most casual players. It’s a...
by Phil Houseal | Jan 10, 2024 | All Articles, Food, History, Philosophy
Jan 10, 2024–I have come to the conclusion there is no more perfect universal human food than the egg. For some of you this might seem obvious. But it’s a case of forest and trees, as most of us grew up with eggs everywhere, so much so that we don’t see them. It...
by Phil Houseal | Dec 29, 2023 | All Articles, History, Philosophy
Jan 3, 2024–I was recently making conversation with humans from different generations. They were fondly reminiscing about their “growing up” years, incredibly the obscure past of the 1990s. As they discussed how laughable it was that “today’s kids” were baffled when...
by Phil Houseal | Dec 27, 2023 | All Articles, Education, History, Philosophy
Dec 27, 2023–Memories of our favorite toys are as faulty as the toys were. When we grow up and don the mantle of Santa, we are excited to pass along our favorite toys from childhood. Through cloudy mists of memories, we re-visit those idyllic days, model trains...
by Phil Houseal | Dec 20, 2023 | All Articles, Education, History, Philosophy
Dec 20, 2023–A hobgoblin is a mythical sprite that plays impish tricks at night, stealing keys, hiding utensils, unraveling seams, and generally making you question your sanity. My house is infested with them. In the the past few weeks, many of my precious “tools”–or...
