Vivaldi and Prodigy

Vivaldi and Prodigy for music. I had to put Prodigy on after seeing “Charlie’s Angels.” Had one of those songs stuck in my brain — for 48 hours, no less. That movie was well–crafted entertainment. While doing meaningful research on the web, I found out about another local dot com death. I seem to recall, though, as recent as a week or two ago, that very company was advertising and claiming they were hiring. I took off to the bank, to try to find my missing hundred bucks. Still lost in space, someplace. As I was strolling along under a leaden, gray sky, I was thinking of myself as having certain “gothic” overtones. I dress in black, except when I get dressed up to go to the bank, or go out, or go just about anywhere, I mean, I usually wear black. And a Hawaiian shirt. And I am Caucasian, except when I was out catching some rays like yesterday afternoon, walking along with my Hawaiian shirt in hand. “Yes, I’m goth.” Right. That one will fly just fine. It just goes to show that I don’t think I perceive me the way other folks see me. Yesterday’s quick jog to the bank turned into quite the ordeal. I was planning on grabbing some lunch, but to make to the bank before they closed, I had to skip Avenue Cafe idea (or Sushi on the Avenue), and I never did much care for Manual’s, so I lopped on down 6th Street, stopping to ask the chalk artist what she was drawing, “It’s Aquarius,” she said. “But the sun’s in Pisces now,” I replied. “But I’m an Aquarius; are you with one of the papers?” No. I’m just an astrologer, ma’am. I was thinking I would try some Vietnamese food, but I passed the place and kept going. Then I was thinking, Empanada Parlour, but my feet wouldn’t turn in, there, either. Try Iron Works again for ribs and brisket? No. So I kept going. Angie’s? Best taco in town? Nope. I scooted through the East Side of town, past the coffee roaster place, over the tracks, and down south, then back up on the other side of the river. Aranda’s looked appealing, and that heavenly scent of roasting meat was wafting along on the afternoon breeze. Then it was on over, La Perrilla? Marisco’s? Not quite. Rosita’s was where I wound up, hungry and tired. What started as a quick jaunt took most of the afternoon, and I covered some serious mileage. All of this was a way of getting around to discussing Mars being in Sagittarius — it’s an activity thing. Best thing to to do is stretch the legs. Oh yes, the first of the new ads are in place starting today.