The backside of midnight
Flip that coin, and each flip, the odds are the same. It’s a 50/50 chance of heads or tails. Six flips, tails, six times. On the next flip, what are the odds it will be tails?
Unrelated to much of anything:
All about writer’s block. As if that was ever a problem around here.
Unrelated musical note:
“Walk without rhythm and you won’t attract the worm.” (Answer?)
Unrelated: the few, the faithful:
Just a note about the new Apple store over yonder. (At my last visit to an Apple store, I asked the rep a question, and she replied I should look at getting a job at an Apple store.)
Unrelated to much of anything:
A Leo made a request for a special Leo – happy – play list. A CD with a collection of happy songs on it. From the overture to “A Fistful of Dollars” to “Gilligan’s Island theme song” to Fatboy Slim to Asleep at the Wheel, Hank III, ZZ, and Bob Dylan, plus an odd assortment of other stuff.
One Jimmy Buffett encore, I think it was a Houston show, he did Lyle Lovett’s “If I had a Boat,” and I’ve already got a couple of Texas Gulf Coast music-themes going, but that one song just made the perfect introduction. Which means I’ll want to rearrange a play-list again. I’m wondering if that Lyle song is available on one of Buffett’s numerous live albums.
Which then trailed over to this Church Of Buffett, Orthodox.
Related to that music thingy:
I clicked through on the friggin’ Apple iTunes, to “publish a play list,” and when I hit the publish button, only about a third of the songs showed up. Less than that. A quarter? The play lists make no sense, now. Version 1 and astrofish road mix v2.
Two-thirds to three-quarters of my recommendations are not available via that storefront. It’s just too difficult for me to be mainstream. 5 out of two dozen songs?
Unrelated:
Call it cabin fever, I’m sure. Cold rain. Not into this stuff at all. As Steve Fromholz sings on the LJT album, Summer Days, “You know, Larry Joe Taylor, I’ve sure had my fill of this cold weather!”
Which is related:
I was rolling down north on South First Street, headed towards the river, after doing readings at Bouldin (again), and the night sky threatened rain. I watched the skyline. Such as it is. It’s not like Austin has much of a skyline. But the tops of two or three buildings were eerily covered in fog.
It’s the first unoccupied Saturday night in a long time. Business, my business, usually has two peaks, January through the March, a sputter in April, then a small surge May-June, then it drops off until I pick back up in August, normally, through the end of October. Usually grinds to halt in November and December. But I keep getting work. I’d complain, but I can use the income – need to get caught up on paying rent and all.
What isn’t related?
Three Leos. All with the same first name. that’s just a trip.
