Hurricane Katherine Emergency response
And it just keeps getting worse and worSE and wORSE and WORSE.
The Forty Year Old Virgin was funny. Saw this comedy pre-Katrina.
Katrina. I can't wrap my mind around such distruction and dispair.
I read the news today
Who can see the pictures and videos and not cry?
Who Cares Records recently splurged on a new speaker system for the studio (Bose) in yet another desperate attempt to lure me back into recording. Believe me when I tell you: I'm no prima donna. It's not even about the hardware (especially now, since the studio is fully fully equipped). What is it which keeps some people from fulfilling life-long ambitions, especially when opportunities are laid at their feet? Hmmmm. After careful consideration, I have come up with the following reasons:
1. Fear of failure-no one wants to be ridiculed. Derision.
2. Fear of succes-out of the confort zone into the realm of the unknown.
Fear. And laziness. Mostely fear.
So, I'm off to see The Forty Year Old Virgin.
"Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose."-Taylor "A habit, like sacharine, and I'm habitualy feeling kind of blue."-Simon I don't have favorite songs per se. I do have favorite song lyric phrases. "The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves. Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays."-Springsteen Like reoccuring dreams, they emerge briefly from my subconsious. Fade away. "Harmony and me, pretty good company"John/Taupin "Hold my hand 'cause were half way there. Hold my hand and I'll take you there."-Bernstien/Sondhiem "This is the age of miracle and wonder. This is the long distance call. The way the camera follows us in slo mo. The way we look to us all. The way we look to a distance constellation, dying in the corner of the sky. These are the days of miracle and wonder. Don't cry baby don't cry don't cry don't cry."-Simon
This picture was taken from my front yard as I was looking south.
Technology has at last, albeit reluctantly, become my friend. As of today, I am no longer one of the last of three Americans without a cell phone. This feathery, silver phone is amazing, a ultilitarian thing of real beauty
Cell phones are old news, I know. But it's new to me and titillating. According to the salesman, or "cell service representative", it's one of the most advanced phones to-date (an important distinction since it will be outdated tomorrow) Even so, I purchased the most rudimentary call plan. See, I intend to use this phone only for emergencies. I may finally be trudging my way into this new century, but I'm still a cheapskate.
P.S. Let's keep my new cell phone our little secret.
"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be."
, Mother Night
Hot. No, torrid, sweltering, blistering. Texas at the end of July. We have to pay for those short sleeve Januarys somehow. Payback is hell, literally.
We beat the heat by avoiding it. Air conditioning is not an option, it's a neccesity. Like air itself. Everyone outside is either getting paid to be there (not enough) or is on the way inside. Smoke breaks are abreviated. Children on skateboards, bicycles or scooters are no where to be found. Outdoor excersize is done at dawn or dusk. Left unwatered, the grass is crunchy and brown as is the whole landscape.
We suffer through knowing this too shall pass. We look forward to September when 90 degrees feels like almost cool. In the mean time, we stay in and watch television reruns. Some of us are lucky enough to have hobbies like video games or surfing the net. Thank goodness for the microchip. And air conditioning.