In far-flung parts of our great land – admittedly, the more foreign parts, like California and Vermont – there is a homegrown movement afoot to (Warning: if you read the following words, Homeland Security officers m...
MC Router is riding the nerdcore wave from Cowtown to ... who knows?
The grainy video on YouTube shows a rapper with wild hair, goth-like mascara, and vintage clothes, marching from one end of the stage to the other.
Ten years ago, I got four newspapers delivered to my house every day. These days, I don’t get a single one, not even the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
A former UTA printer and his ex-colleagues remember his time there differently.
When a fired ex-employee started sitting in his car outside the University of Texas at Arlington print shop, driving by former colleagues’ homes, and even visiting one man’s pastor, workers got worried.
If you’re driving around on Wednesday afternoon and happen to see naked women holding signs that say, “When Plaid Goes Bad,” then you’ll know you’re in Dallas.
And why have Mexican and U.S. authorities allowed those who shot an American journalist to go free?
OAXACA — Those of us who report from the front lines of the social justice movement in Latin America share an understanding that it’s always possible there are bullets out there with our names on them. Brad Will traveled 2,...
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In Los Angeles, on April 29, 1992, the four police officers who had been charged with the attempted murder of Rodney King were acquitted, and the riots began.
(For Static’s usual snark and humor, check our next item. This one is straight public service.) On any fair-weather weekend in Fort Worth, it’s not hard to find a charity car wash going on somewhere – usuall...
Eastside leaders fight developers and city hall to save a wooded neighborhood.
“Save the trees so that the birds and animals will have a nice place to live.” “It is our job to protect the trees … they have been here a long time since my grandpa lived here.” “I like tree...
When I moved here in 1990 from the land where rivers catch on fire, I knew only one thing about Fort Worth: Cowtown was home to a billionaire with a wild-ass streak running through him.