Spy Wednesday

[Spy Wednesday, so–called for Judas] During the morning, I managed to listen to most of Wagner’s Ziegfried. [Third in the Ring Cycle] Perfect, a tale about youth and arrogance. I may not have the youth, and although I don’t really understand the words, the young character’s voice is certainly full of feeling. But I do have the arrogance — or so I’ve been assured. I had a rather fine Seafood Risotto at Louie’s 106, that upscale, nice place downtown. Made me feel like I was somebody important. Then, in an effort to follow some of my own advice, I took off on my walking tour of East Austin. Chickens in the yard, day laborers sitting on the porch drinking beer, conjunto music playing in the background. It was the really long way home, more for exercise than anything else. There’s an oddly reassuring sense about rebirth, though, that comes from seeing an actual baby chicken being herded along by the mother hen, especially at Easter time. There was this Gemini [“Third from the left”] I was trying to introduce to this Aquarius[“right of first refusal”], and I failed on both accounts — not only did I fail — but I struck out as all females seem to be too busy to see me now. Funny wicked (you have been warned) link. So I’m off to the office for the day. That’s twice in one week, I’m not sure my system can take the real job thing. I’m just not cut out for work. But this job has a title: supervise an install.