Definitions?
“Computer models subject to large errors – do not use for planning purposes.”
The Wal-Mart model:
(I sure hope that the world’s largest retailer doesn’t get upset because I used the name.)
As the sun heads towards Scorpio, I get this sinking feeling, me being Sagittarius and all, just not very happy about anything. I’ve got a list of fishing gear I think I need, more along the lines of want than need, and then there’s the phone situation and the computer situation, and the holiday situation, and the travel status – working in San Antonio this weekend.
There used to be a cool little fishing place, not far from here, a small store that catered to exclusive fly-fishing. $700 fishing poles that were as light (and fragile, I’m guessing) as a feather. Boxes and boxes of hand-tied flies. Waders, rigging, line, specialty line, leader, all the accoutrements of the sport.
The Internet and Big Box Stores killed the little merchant.
Which is pressure I feel, to be sure. There’s a wealth of astrology-related material available on the web. However, most of it seems to derive from same sources, and as such, it’s like going to a big box store, tons of retail merchandise, mass-produced, probably in a sweat-shop underpaying local natives, then shipped en masse to America’s favorite retail locations: big box discount stores.
But unlike a corporate run website, I’m solely responsible for what shows up here. Boutique astrology? Maybe. At least I don’t have to worry about theft or copyright infringement. Although, to some extent, I’ve had a few try and emulate my style.
Often copied, never equaled.
I don’t have to worry about the Wal-Mart model, but the growing concern is that there isn’t enough of a call for folks like me. Yeah, well, that’s the way it goes. Don’t have to worry about selling out any time too soon.
Absurdities:
I live, nominally, in Austin. Hotbed for regional politics, in as much as Texas is region unto itself.
This can be taken two ways, one, for my conservative friends, the home of that silly DA who’s trying to pin spurious charges with vendetta-fueled case.
Or, two, it can be seen as the home of the last bastion of the champion of the free, where the brave DA is going against corrupt politicians.
“I do not like your faults.”
– Brutus to Cassius in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar (IV.iii.90)
Via fredlet:
La Fredlet posts about Monahans. I’ve stopped there, several times, for picnic lunch. Better yet, Monahans Sandhills State Park is clearly visible from the air – usually when flying to and from El Paso, oddly enough.
Hurricane notes:
It’s merelty a weather blog, but I’ve found it to be more informative than most. Concise, and to the point.
Cherchez les petites poissons:
More like an idle morning’s labor, and the camera crapped out before I got picture of a monster-sized perch. Bigger than either of the bass, put together. Some days, small fish are better than no fish.
