I got done with a birthday reading, the sun was high overhead. I cut down to the train track that parallels the creek, putatively the Bouldin Green Belt, and I followed the tracks downtown. I crossed one bridge, high above the noon day traffic on Barton Springs Road, but when I came to that long span that crosses the river itself, I hesitated.
The railroad company has numerous signs that warn against trespassing. Which, to a guy like me, only serve as an open invitation. Sure would’ve made my walk shorter, but alas, I thought back to the stars and Mars, and where they all are.
Heeding my own advice, I slid down to the sidewalk and I continued on like a regular pedestrian. Stopped at the office supply store and purchased more ink for the ink-jet, thinking, “Free printer, my (anatomical part) – they get us every time we buy ink more ink.”
But I didn’t face my fear and walk across the railroad bridge. Be my luck a train would happen by at that very moment, and I’m not jumping. No way.
Standing Waves:
Memory, something New Wave? I don’t recall. But all I could find was physics.
There’s a show coming up, one that sounded interesting, The English Beat, with a special guest “The Standing Waves.” I couldn’t place the band’s name, but I think it’s supposed to filed next “The Big Boys.”
Or I could be way wrong. Not that it matters.
A little Shakespeare notation:
“Away, you scullion! You rampallian!
You fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe.
Shakespeare’s Henry IV, part ii (II.i.56-7)
Falstaff’s page, to an inn-keeper’s hostess, who is trying to get Falstaff to pay his tab.
Canadian clip:
A short article about a proposed telescope. About two-thirds of the way through the article, it mentions something of interest to me.
Thanks buddy:
You’re the second real Texan to recommend this book to me. Probably should’ve bought it instead of printer ink saved me some money.
