Life imitates art, sometimes. I was reading the final pages of a book about Texas History [The Gates of the Alamo by Stephen Harrigan], and there was tumultuous clash of strings and brass in a neighboring trailer — the opera guy had his stereo up way loud. But it all fit, in a weird way. I also came up with a new way to organize these notes I keep, along the lines of the position of the Sun in the various astrological signs — my months as opposed to the standard calendar. Makes a lot more sense to me. I jumped from the Alamo into a rare collection of Joe R. Lansdale stuff, a small press offering of four of his longer short stories, shorter novels, or whatever you want to call them. Pulp fiction, really. And such fun stuff. After the carnage and historical discussions about the Alamo, I needed something a little lighter. Then, when I paused in mid-stride, over on the east side of town, and had myself one of Rosita’s “Al Pastor” burritos, I was glancing through the local paper. There was a story about SW Bell and their DSL lines. And halfway through this article, there was really funny quote:
>”We’re slow,” Sunday said, acknowledging that Bell’s program is flawed and
>is “a mess” in some respects. “We’re still a telephone company. We are
>trying to figure out how to be on Internet time.”
Let me lecture you about “Internet time”: My proof reader cut the opening quote from the Monday column I turned in. Monday morning, I caught that, searched my memory, slipped in a quote, and posted it. Change happens fast on the net. Speaking of fast, try the new search engine from AltaVista — I tried keywords “Kramer Astrology Fishing” and it found me first — and it was quick.
