How the BBC sees us.
Unrelated news item:
Nice oil analysis.
Two divergent tracks:
Happened the other evening, and it happened again last night. One side of my head was running through the lyrics from Cory Morrow, basically a Texas country tune. Plenty of twang, steel guitar, that sort of noise. The other side was listening to some “disco-techno-dance-mix.” In the center? I couldn’t make any reasonable, or even an unreasonable, connection between the two concurrent tracks.
Late night business:
It’s the third night this week, me in shorts and the same shirt, up late, drinking coffee, and enjoying merry banter in the late evening. Here it is, almost October, and I’m still in shorts and sandals, carrying on like it was a summer’s eve.
Heading home, I was watching the moon, just past the point of being at its fullest, by a few degrees, either astronomical or astrological, and I was watching the thin clouds add a fine layer of texture to the bright light. Almost daylight. Twilight, anyway.
Unrelated fishing tale:
Neighbor walks a dog by while I was fishing, “Hey Kramer, what are doing?”
“Feeding the little fish.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, big ole night crawler, on the end of the line? Little perch just nibble until it’s all gone. So I’m really just feeding the fish.”
Some days, the fish win.
Not really bragging rights, either
