No Dry Wells in the Eagle Ford Drop any illusions you may have brought about wildcatting speculators like Daniel Day Lewis’ Daniel Plainview in There Will Be Blood hoping to get-rich-or-die-trying to strike oil, because the Eagle Ford Shale doesn’t work that way.  We quickly get the sense that major capital and major expertise is

There’s a Mad Max quality to the back roads and blue highways of South Texas these days. I’d been hearing about this strange phenomenon almost since I arrived in Texas 3 years ago, but only recently did I get an invitation to see it for myself. I hopped in a car with a Texas State

I don’t read Paul Krugman much because his column falls in the category of people-whose-politics-are-entirely-too-predictable, when it comes to financial or political analysis.  I have this weird aversion to reading (or listening to, for that matter) the thoughts of people about whom I can predict their stance even before the conversation begins.[1] However, occasionally Krugman

Paul, can we talk about your yard signs? What is the deal with your horrible logo and signage? You placed a little teeny tiny Texas in the middle, surrounded by a red circle, just below your giant-font name. Look, I’m new to Texas.  But even I know that you’re not supposed to lead with the