Stardust Motel
Astronomica, I. 25, Marcus Manilius
I was going to include the original Latin, as well, but typing Latin tires me after a spell.
There are extant copies of the Manilius manuscript, as I understand it.
Roots.
“Yeah, let’s go for a walk,” I teased my sister, “although, it might be too warm for you.”
“How hot is it?” Sister asked.
“Oh, it will be in the seventies, you know,” I added.
“Oh god, that’s too hot, I’ll melt!” Sister cried.
It must be a Left Coast thing.
Best of Both Worlds:
All three, really. It’s an Xmas Feast, maybe a few days late. Brother Gary (Sagittarius) buzzed in from Louisiana.
“Kramer, I need to see if you can change my web page a little, I’m thinking, you know, for a set price, get a massage and hand gun training – concealed permit class – one price. What do you think?”
I think it’s a good idea. I like to address “Brother Gary” in a similar stentorian because, as a similar Sagittarius, it just fits. As part of the old guard in Austin, concealed hand gun training and massage therapy go hand-in-hand.
“It’s an Austin thang,” he drawled, “you get it.”
Actually, I do.
Anyway, Xmas in Austin was a few days late, not that it was a problem, just a relaxed pace. “Brother Gary” also provided the centerpiece, and to me? The ultimate reward for Xmas: Turducken.
De-boned turkey stuffed with chicken stuffed with duck stuffed with (beef stock) breading and (pork) sausage.
Legendary in these parts as a typical Cajun dish, and it was the most amazing food I’ve tasted recently. The turkey was roasted, looked like a regular turkey, but the duck, the Cajun spices, the hint of heat and the way it all combines, the roasting – to me – duck itself is kind of fatty, maybe greasy? But stuffed that inside the turkey? Great combination.
While it might seem a little strange to be enjoying a Cajun feast in old East Austin, it fits, too. Like concealed permit training and massages.
Gary? He lives down in New Orleans, these days.
