It was a rather desultory day at the other office, my new/old home-away-from-home, a shady apartment complex in East Austin. Stuck with the cachet of “East Austin,” though doesn’t usually bother me.
Bubba Sean popped by at closing time, and we were supposed to grab a quick a bite, when, in a sudden pique of work-related processing, he recalled that he had to fetch up a notebook computer before he left.
We motored off to his offices. Long, scenic, winding roads, a killer view of the lake, off in the distance, the downtown skyline, blurring into a dense haze. Brown haze. Austin haze?
I commute 20 minutes by bus. Could do it on foot, if I wanted, take a little longer. Or I could do it all on bus, get there quicker.
For readings and such, I just pick a place that’s a comfortable walking distance for me. Preferably with good food and beverage service.
“Great view,” I pointed out, stating the obvious.
“Yeah, used to be Trilogy Headquarters,” he told me.
Made me appreciate my comfortable little neighborhoods, with our idiosyncrasies, and plethora of language options – something not nearly as sterile.
Austin Weekend, up early and off to work.
Know what’s freaking me out? I’ve had two clients refer to me, in e-mail, in the last week, using the same expression. Deal is, neither of those two clients know each other, or, for that matter, neither know of each other. Just weird to see the same reference-point pop up. Nearly as good as being called a “low brow mystic,” which, all in all, is probably a better handle.
