The business of predictions (in Austin)
I kept meaning to roll this into the audio forecast for the week, but never made it. It’s about football, not exactly one of my strong points. Burnt Orange football. Come early. Stay late. Be loud.
There’s more than a decade’s worth of archives, showing pretty clearly I’ve been at this kind of business of predictions for a while. Sometimes, the less said, the better.
But with a disquiet and hush upon the land, and some rather delightful spring-like weather in Austin, I’ve found my attention drawn back to a certain point, yet again.
“Who will win the Rose Bowl?”
I’m guessing, that the correct way to say that would be, “What team will win the Rose Bowl?” but I’m not a grammar cop, and I would be sorely tested to play one on TV.
I studied the charts for a moment or two. Moon will be in Pisces, the sign of the fish. Sun will be in Capricorn, first quarter moon, and this means?
I live in Austin. While I’m not a graduate of UT, I’ve enjoyed the multiple benefits that come from living close to a large university. The UT Library is the (current) benefactor in my will.
Burnt Orange is everywhere. Not here, but all over town. Almost as prevalent as the Lone Star. So, in the business of predictions, like I am, I have to make a call. Heads or tails? Winners and losers…
The 80-year old aunt, xmas eve? Horns fan. At church, leaning on a cane, “Hook ’em Horns!”
The Horns. Got to call it that way. Really, as if there was any other option.
Musical interlude
Not sure how this plays out, two parts, one, the song in my head. Two, the music playing. Not even remotely related. Except, of course, by me.
Music playing in my head? One song, one short lyrical refrain, “But they’re not going to catch me, no, not going to catch….”
One of the Allman Brothers.
But up on the trailer (house) stereo (iPod-powered) system?
Beethoven’s complete set of symphonies. Number 1 to 9. Cranked up #5, “allegro con brio.”
Or, better yet? You’d recognize this one: Symphony #9 in D minor Op.125 “Choral” 2 Molto vivace.
