I suppose that’s what it should be called. couple of pictures from San Antonio, getting ready for the next big thing.
At Mi Tierra’s, legendary San Antonio eatery, some tourist, more tourist than me, was trying to get the young lady (one of the multitude of hostesses) attention. “Madam, ma’am, madam?”
The hostess wasn’t much over 20 years old, as a guess. And probably native to San Antonio, but that’s a guess. As such, if one was to use a French term, “mademoiselle” would be correct. Spanish might be better, but oddly enough, I know this is a stretch for a tourist, we do speak English in Texas. Even in San Antonio. The fact that border patois is so common? Sometimes I think that’s just to mess with our (anglo) brains.
Unrelated: the Silver Bullet.
The Silver Bullet mythology comes from, I’m guessing, a movie. Werewolf. Werewolves have to be killed with a silver bullet, right?
Fortunately, this is a situation that didn’t involve me, but I found myself reiterating the same point, over and over, and that point goes back to an incident a few weeks back yonder. When I find myself repeating the same point over and over, I figure it needs to be put into print. This is a first stab the “silver bullet theorem.”
Sounds a little like this, “Look at my chart (cards, palm, aura – whatever), tell me what you see. What I can discern is influences, trends, and suggestions as to directions. I don’t “see” the future. I see possibilities. I’ve run into this a number of time, though, when someone comes to me looking for that Silver Bullet.
Hint: it doesn’t exist. It’s mythology. The silver bullet is really just right there, in the person’s hand, right now, it’s just matter of taking some kind of action. What kind of action? Now that’s a question i can help with, but expecting me to lay it all out?
Oh please.
