Winter Reminiscing

Long-etched in my memory, there was a time, anyway, I chased a girlfriend up to North Austin, and wound up in an apartment that was over a drug den and backed up to a church-school playing field. Gently sloping, usually green, some afternoons there were little kids running, screaming, playing soccer, I don’t know. Sort of distant, but it also offered an illusion of being next to a large field.

In particular, one November, there was the usual Arctic blast, and there was that field, a vision of pure, white light, virgin snow, stretching for — seemed like — miles. I wrote about being up to my ass in fresh powder, with more northern clients asking how many feet.

“Damn near three-quarters of an inch!”

Doesn’t take much to paralyze us.

Winter Reminiscing

The point I was trying to make, though, seems I’ve already covered this:

Canadian Air and Texas (US) History.

So there is the real story, with citations.

There was one other image, and I can’t’ seem to locate it. But at the time, I lived in Dallas, and the weather bumper included an image of one of the big, biggest at the time, highway exchange. Six lanes, in one direction, and the overpass itself was sheeted with ice. Just a thin glaze, like a donut.

The image, and the warning, just as cars approached that line, the point where the ice started on the bridged pavement? Taillights would flare, drivers slamming on their brakes, and then ensuing chaos.

Vehicles spinning like tops.

Winter Reminiscing

I still struggle with nascent PTSD-like conditions from the big freeze. No power and no water for three days.

So far, so good.

I’m really not a fan of cold weather.

There’s a reason I like The Creamation of Sam McGee.

The Proving Ground Lincoln Lawyer 8

From number eight in the series?

“It made me think of a Dave Alvin song I had heard a long time ago. I couldn’t remember the tune anymore but the lyrics I could never forget.” Page 75.

If you know, then you know. Street cred.

I give it to Lee Child’s Jack Reacher, but it is far more universal, “No plan survives the first contact with the enemy.”

Same for a legal thriller?

New packaging for familiar ground.

The Proving Ground Lincoln Lawyer 8

Connelly, Michael. The Proving Ground. Little, Brown: 2026, NY.

Filler and Fluff

An “online magazine for makers and creatives” reached out to me, asking for an interview. Usual puff piece, but a single question, made me pause and think after I filled out the brief questionnaire.

There are two components. First, when I was in school, I partially supported myself as a “computer consultant,” doing odd bits of digital work, plus some typesetting, as a form of supplemental income. So after graduation and on into graduate school, I was a self-styled “computer consultant.”

As a business backbone, and the appropriate tax set-up, I learned from that design. Landing back in Austin, I transferred that “consultant” model and style, eventually, to straight astrology. In the following years, I would do occasional technical consulting, as an adjunct, like I was building web pages, doing the back-end work. For tax purposes, the term “consultant” stuck.

So the framework for the business, loosely conjoined under the term “consultant,” I had a running start. The business side of the business was already in place.

Filler and Fluff

It’s that pesky second part that took a few years to figure out. When I bought, really just rented, the name astrofish.net? It was over a hundred dollars a year. URLs were expensive, and supposed to be tricky.

The whole “fish-net” thing?

The title, I swiped the title, “Fishing Guide to the Stars,” as I was applying it to a mentor at the time, his name, followed by, “Knows all, sees all, and Fishing Guide to the Stars!” Extending that? The idea was to combine fishing guide analogies and astrology. Car Talk for astrology.

Car Talk for astrology, filtered through an artistic Austin lens.

As the real auto-bio suggests, first published in 1987, online since 1993, weekly from 1995, and at astrofish.net since 1998. It started as a ’zine format, but quickly — organically — grew into a mailing list that then became the web-based home.

The drive, the artist’s urge to create, that gets answered as I chisel words out in a digital stream of consciousness.

The naming question, though, and this has happened several times, even recently, but I will walk into a place where I work, as an independent contractor, only to be greeted by the handle, “Astrofish!”

Searching the internet, popped into a search engine of choice? “Kramer Wetzel” yielded one Kramer Wetzel, me. Simple enough. If I could go back? I would go back and change the URL from astrofish dot net to KramerWetzel.com.

My handle, my byline, and the work itself has evolved over the years, but the name remains the same.

Filler and Fluff

The hardest part of this career path is that there is no “How to” available. Some years back, I hit upon an idea, Letters to a young astrologer. That eventually birthed my astrology notes, loosely collected over the years, but even then, the weblog, online journal, and the horoscopes themselves serve as placeholders for that data. Observations are scattered, but at least, they are all searchable now.

I’ve listened to experts, and I’ve watched as monoliths come — and go.

There was another laudatory survey like this one, more than two decades back. In that article, I was the only site mentioned that wasn’t backed by a major media corporation, although, to be fair, I did get mentioned twice, once as a part of the then-AOL monolithic branch, and also as the only stand-alone in the article.

Still, the biggest challenge?

There isn’t a handbook, a tutorial, a guide on how to do this.

Filler and Fluff

Two-Meat Tuesday

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Yahoo! Life! July! 1999!

Robert Parker’s Showdown A Spenser novel

The character Spenser’s theory of coincidence?

“That God wouldn’t leave nearly that much to chance,” I said. Page 45.

Hope I recall that line.

Really appropriate novel in times like this, and seems very topical. Media, modern, and mayhem. Plus an aging yet still sardonic and sarcastic Spenser.

Plus? A tip or two of more places to see in Boston.

Go Red Sox?

Robert Parker’s Showdown A Spenser novel

Sunday: Eagles Nest Elite

Eagles Nest
1235 Basse Rd
San Antonio, TX 78212
Store phone: 210-354-7343
11 AM – 4 PM

Sunday: Eagles Nest Elite

Saturn and Neptune conjunct in Aries, but what does that mean?

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Eagles Nest

Keep Calm and See Kramer

Calliope’s Dream

Calliope? Seen here, Callie.

“It’s angry, feminist poetry,” explained to me. A fair amount of my early poetical reading was this genre of “modernist, angry feminist poetry.”

From what I sampled? Just personal, maybe not angry.

Perceptions.

Calliope’s Dream

Also available at The Eagles Nest in San Antonio.

Calliope’s Dream

Calliope’s Dream

Calliope’s Dream

New Moon

This Sunday: Eagles Nest Elite

Eagles Nest
1235 Basse Rd
San Antonio, TX 78212
Store phone: 210-354-7343
11 AM – 4 PM

This Sunday: Eagles Nest Elite

NB: Bill King’s Brake-O

Aura Photo

Kramer Wetzel’s Aura Photo

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Eagles Nest

No Exit Strategy

Jack Reacher, no middle name.

“He figured he would take a refill of coffee or two—maybe three—then when the quantity of caffeine in his system was restored to a satisfactory level he would move on.” Page 11.

Good start.

Jack Reacher. Back at it.

No Exit Strategy