Odds, ends, and pictures near the old Austin airport
In her Goth best:
The Tube Whore (which is a job I’d like , but I’m not dying my hair pink).
For real? DVD rewinder. “For reels.”
“Whatever may happen to you was prepared for you in advance from the beginning of time. In the woven tapestry of causation, the thread of your being had been intertwined from all time with that particular incident.”
Marcus Aurelius (Book X, chapter 5)
The sun also rises:
The Sun Cult idea revisited.
I was just cruising around, one of the deals, folks find out you have a truck, and there are always friends at the end of the month, or the beginning, just need a hand. Moving things. Moving things like furniture.
So that’s how I happened to be by the old Austin airport, so far north, for me, Saturday morning.
“Here, I know a shortcut,” and I wheeled the truck around, “I used to live over here, Scorpio, you know.”
There it was, a large green thing poking up in the wan winter light.
Unclear on the concept
But whatever it is, it holds true the local mantra, and I’m sure some other Austin resident can chime in and explain to me what I was seeing.
Unrelated:
The most extensive 404 collection I’ve seen thus.Thusly.
More 404?
I’m here to say, the conclusion? It won’t work. I’ve tried.
