A home smaller than mine? Good philosophy, too. (via fredlet)
Daily ire?
I was in San Antonio last weekend, worked most of the time, ate lots of good food, and I like SA a lot. Cool town. Cool Texas town.
SA has two loops around it, and most directions stem from those two loops, “Take the loop (which can be 1604 or 410), and then turn…”
Monday afternoon, I was picking through my local daily rag, waiting on a quick update for an Aquarius reading. The paper’s headline caught me. The hook was magnificent. The emotional barbs sunk deep. Only, it was about the travesty of land being grabbed – unfairly – so the article stated (as fact) for the loop that’s being built around Austin.
The problem isn’t the construction or the supposedly underhanded tactics used to acquire the various properties. The real problem was the emotional tone of the article. It wasn’t factual as much as it was one set of hooks after another, going straight for the gut. Messy, and hardly what I’d call “objective journalism.” There’s a reason why I tend to avoid the local paper. Unbiased and fair? Hardly.
I scribbled some notes on the back of an envelope, about the lack of objective reporting, but then, as I set about trying to decipher and transcribe my diatribe, I realized that one aspect of British culture, especially London, that sets it apart is the tabloid journalism. And that headline article, above the fold on the late daily of the Austin paper? Same thing. Just trashy tabloid sensationalism.
On a happier note, much happier for me, I was ripping a recent VD gift, Jimmy Buffett’s License to Chill CD. I was ripping the CD, reading the liner notes while the computer put it on the iPod, and I noticed something curious, several items. Yeah, lots of “nashville” country on the album, but then, Buffett always was like that. But the second track from the end? Scarlet Begonias.
No, I’m not a “dead head.” Saw them once, and I’ve only got two or three CDs. But an odd nod, and for some reason, it sounded perfectly Jimmy. Gets my vote for the best cut on the CD.
True Love (Valentine’s Day exclusive):
My girlfriend. I was joking about this last weekend, funny, catch the same fish four times? Is it a relationship?
Two perch, then one bass before the radio and one after it. One them is the new girlfriend. Must be. Seen her more than anyone else, right? Half dozen times in less than a month? Certainly sounds like a relationship.
I was joking with the jock about that, but he did wish that I got to see a girlfriend on VD. Got my wish. Same fish. Once a little past 7 and then again, a little past 9.
Before:
And after.
