RIP Buddy
     "Buddy was loved by so many people and as small as he was, he made a huge impact in our lives. He truly was human in a way and we were so blessed to have him in our lives. We ask you that you please respect our privacy while we take this time to grieve and remember the magical moments we spent with our little angel. We will never forget our baby boy Buddy and his gentle loving spirit will live on in our hearts forever. RIP my tiniest little nightingale, Buddy… “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always,as long as I’m living my baby you’ll be…" (x)

Austin just lost a little bit of its soul with the passing of Leslie Cochran.  Our semi-official City motto is “Keep Austin Weird,” and Leslie was always at the forefront of true ATX Weirdness as our beloved cross-dressing, semi-homeless icon of pride, panache and protest.  He prowled SOCO and 6th Street with better-looking legs than Cyd Charisse, ran for Mayor countless times (and nearly won), battled police brutality and oppression and generally reminded us that we should be kind and tolerant to one another despite our exterior differences.  In this town, it was perfectly normal to see Leslie eating lunch with a State Senator while wearing a pink tutu and a thong.

I met Leslie many years ago while riding the bus.  We use to sit together each morning and work on the NY Times crossword puzzle.  Once, we got stuck on the name of some Russian author, and after some thought we simultaneously hollered “TOLSTOY!” so loud we scared half the people on the bus out of their wits.  That became our greeting in the ensuing years.  I’d pass him on the street and yell TOLSTOY! out the window - he’d see me at some festival and do the same. 

In 2009, somebody beat the crap out of Leslie and left him on the side of the road to die.  He didn’t - but he never really recovered from the head injuries he sustained and suffered several strokes as a result.  Nonetheless, he still made his rounds, posing for pictures, signing autographs, and hawking his private line of dress-up refrigerator magnets.  He’s on my freezer door now, dressed in a leopard-print mini, walking an armadillo.  This town just won’t be the same without him.


Remembering Buddy Holly on the 57th anniversary of his tragic death.

“One of the greatest people for me was Buddy Holly, because first of all he sang,  wrote his own tunes and was a guitar player, and he was very good. Buddy Holly was the first time I heard A to F sharp minor . Fantastic—he was opening up new worlds there. And then A to F, A,D,E,F and F sharp minor. He was sensational. I no longer had the fear of changing from A to F.” - George Harrison quoted in “Tune In: The Beatles: All These Years” by author Mark Lewisohn

Poor comedic timing

My friend, who fancies himself a bit of a comedian, is busy in obs/gyn these days. Normally his sense of humor endears patients to him. However, he REALLY misread his cues yesterday when he quipped to woman presenting in mid-labour..“sooo just so you know, the chart says your pregnant…hope that’s good news for you.”

AT least the nurses and the husband had a laugh at his expense.



Last night my bunny rabbit died. He was just about 9 years old, and I got him as a present for my 8th birthday. He was honestly one of the coolest pets ever because he would like to cuddle with you and would lick your nose to give you kisses and was just a happy little bunny. I remember when I picked him out, I wanted him because he was the smallest of all the bunnies and he couldn’t get to the water and he kept getting stepped on so I felt bad for him so I chose him. Yesterday morning we saw he was really weak and cold and so I wrapped him in a blanket and we cuddled the entire day and watched movies and it was really sad because I could just slowly see the happy little bunny start to get weaker and weaker and he was just fading away. You could tell he was scared because he kept grinding his teeth (what rabbits do to show fear), and then he just got really calm and moved up further towards my chest and he passed away. I will honestly miss him so much and I just hope that he wasn’t in pain on his last day because he deserved the absolute best. We built him a coffin today and buried him outside right below the window in the dining room where he used to take naps in the sunlight. I loved him so much.