Swiped this bit from .
10 years ago…
I had a trusty PowerBook, and I was busy bouncing from town to town, mostly Central, , and Far West Texas, doing astrology readings.
I lived in Austin. East Austin.
I hiked the trail, weather permitting, averaged 4 miles.
Dating, a Libra, then Gemini, and was soon to meet a Sagittarius who changed my life.
An AOL content provider hired me to use my on AOL.
5 years ago….
I had a trusty PowerBook, and I was busy doing astrology readings, bouncing from town to town, mostly in Texas.
I lived in Shady Acres, and that reminds me, I still need to pay last month’s rent.
I hiked the trail, weather permitting, averaged 6 to 8 miles.
Dating a Virgo, which reminds me, I need to explain why it’s bad to try date a Virgo in Dallas, and Virgo in Ft. Worth at the same time.
I was writing my own scopes, ghost-writing two other columns (short-lived), and I’d been doing an almost daily update to a for several years. Mostly sold to AOL, but also a couple of newspapers and one software project.
1 year ago….
I had a trusty PowerBook, and I was busy doing , mostly in . Plus a lot more national and international phone consultations.
I lived in Shady Acres (damn landlord).
I hiked the trail, weather permitting, pretty near daily, and fished along the way. Plus I was swimming in Barton Creek, almost daily. Averaged 5 miles.
Dating? Aries? Virgo? Libra? Taurus? Leo? Gemini? Sagittarius? No, I think I’d adopted the monk-like lifestyle by then.
I was writing scopes and . Just running this little website, not much else.
Voyage of discovery?
That’s what it’s like. Setting off for unknown places and destinations.
I typed that line, then started to look at the horoscopes I was working on, and I completely forgot the dream, and how I was going incoproate that in the scopes. Still, it’s good to feel like I finally had a handle on something to call the process.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch (part one):
Eat What You Want – I think I need this text. For research, of course.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch (part two):
Scared yet? When I was in the airport last weekend, I meant to snag a paper copy of this , but some how managed to avoid it. Or miss it. Didn’t get around to the online version until later. Then it was another one of those stupid “subscribe to see the whole thing” deals. Wait a minute, that’s the way my place is. I approve of that kind of business. Now I’ve got to find the June version of the magazine on the rack some place.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch (part three):
about, how’s this? Gaining public trust by starting a web log? They’ll never salute at that.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch (part four):
I got treated to sushi for dinner, and as we were leaving, I couldn’t help but notice that the “fresh fish” on display looked an awful lot like the basic Large Mouth Bass. They woldn’t really serve that, would they? Fish are my friends.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch (part five):
create your own visited states map
(It’s an old exercise, I just plugged it in here for some reason, I think I got it all.)
And furthermore:
Playing with that map last night, the other night, got me thinking. I was going to do a second version, and on a whim, just list places I’d lived instead of noting that I’d hit most of the states during travel. But places I’ve actually lived, as in for more than two or three months?
That’s simple, Texas, New Mexico, Texas, Arizona, Texas. In that order. Had to do with school, work, and all that noise.
Now the tangent, what got me off on this direction, I could remember, like my father, playing with a US map when I was but a lad, and I knew, at least, I have this clerar recollection, of me looking at a map of the US, and I knew I was headed “out west” for a spell. Didn’t know when, how or why, I did take a few detours, but I did land in both NM and AZ, off and on, for most near a decade.
But “ex-pat” Texans aren’t really too welcome in the far east (US East Coast), nor are they always welcomed on the Left Coast, despite what Sister says. Oh well, I’m comfortable right where I’m at.
One of my neighbors was chatting with me while I was fishing. He asked about Blanco, as a place to live. “Good BBQ out there,” I allowed, “good day trip.” Same for just about anyplace. I do enjoy the Left coast, especially the Bay Area, thanks to Sister. But as far as place to live?
I can walk to downtown, I’m 30 feet from the edge of the river, a short hike to Barton Springs, all the Tex-Mex a feller could ever want, plus a smattering of high-tech, low-tech and even sushi (that looked suspiciously like Large Mouth Bass), all right where I am.
Me? I don’t get it. why keep shifting, moving, traipsing back and forth? I like it fine where I’m at.
My neighbor shook his head. He allowed as how I seemed to be happy with what I’ve got. Isn’t that the secret?
