loose cadre of readers and psychics

I feel like there’s a camaraderie developed amongst the loose cadre of readers and psychics I travel with. The actual numbers vary from a handful to dozens, and the colorful life behind the scenes, who has a new boyfriend, who is doing what these days, who is not on the circuit anymore, how was the show in Colorado [Arizona, California, Minnesota] and so forth. In my case, I rarely venture outside of Texas. Why? No one seems to get it — at the least the folks in Texas, we laugh at our idiosyncrasies. Instead of big, fancy meal last night, a handful of my working acquaintances and I snuck off to the Cherry Creek Catfish Parlor. Someone ordered up some of the very best fried green tomatoes for an appetizer, then I had me a plateful of fried okra, hush puppies, and some nice catfish. Our other token male was along, and it’s his wife who’s the reader. One of the topics of discussion that came around, amidst the complaints of working all day, one of her little new steps forward is the fact that she’s starting to channel a 14 year old girl (400 years old). My buddy, looks at his wife, rolls his eyes (I wouldn’t suggest he’s a skeptic, but he is a Virgo), “So how many women am I sleeping with now?” “South By So What” [local variation as we are not pleased with the traffic, delays, and crowds, but we like the money] begins afresh for me. I’m off to workshops about buzz words, and before long, I’ll be bantering about terms with the letter “e” in front of them. I know why I keep a journal, it’s for me, as much as anything. For some reason, over the last year, whatever it was I saw at SXSW last year clicked as a turning point. I looked up my journal from last year, and I couldn’t see it as a change. On the legal front, I’ve been considering a site license like this one.