California Law

California Law

Recent California legislation, in a move to reclassify ride-share drivers as regular employees, brings up traces of an old memory.

Early in my career, I was working in the psychic sewers, the then-dreaded 900 phone lines.

The first company I worked for, after about three or four months of just an occasional call, the business exploded. I was living in old East Austin, and I was available for phone calls about 45 hours a week, topping out, at the peak, at 40 hours or more, actually on the phone.

Good money, but problematic.

One supervisor was upset, and “yelled at me” because I wasn’t available and apparently, I had phone customers requesting me. Turned into a pissing match and the supervisor told me that it was job, and I was expected to be available, show up for my shifts.

My memory is none too good, but I’m thinking it was, like 30 cents a minute, and I had to pay for my own, dedicated phone line. Numbers don’t add up, more like 50 cents a minute, to me? Think they charged $3.99 per minute?

What I did? I sharpened my skills, before anything else, I got really good at the ten-minute reading. Get a first name, birthday, and start talking about — where that person had been, what was going on, and what was coming up. In order to satisfy my own, internal sensibilities, I developed the ten-minute reading, at, maybe $40 on their phone bill? I delivered enough information so I was satisfied, and so were the callers.

I don’t know.

I toyed with a couple of similar venues in the last decades, but there’s a scammy, oily side to phone work like that doesn’t feel wholesome to me, and the company, the pimp, keeps most of the income.

What I do recall, would’ve been mid-90’s, an IRS query about whether I was expected to show up, and if it was gig work, or hourly employee. Think that one company changed, and paid hourly, eventually.

Things changed, and I was no longer their sub-contractor.

California Law

The business arrangement is gig work, but that one company certainly treated us like employees. Looking at the recent California decision? The sentiment is back. I pay my own taxes, healthcare, and equipment overhead, so I keep what I make.

In other terms, this is “1099 work.” That refers to the IRS income form that comes at the end of the year. Gig work. But with gig work, I don’t have to keep any kind of schedule.

Recently, a client texted me, “I want a reading,” and my simplest answer?

Many years ago, when I set up Grace’s website, I remember her being very forthright about options on her e-mail form, “Tuesday through Friday, 10 AM to 4 PM. Offer three choices. No more.”

I haven’t looked lately, but I admired that model.

Simplicity is important. Having toyed with various scheduling apps and widgets, looking at services, I found my methods work just fine. E-mail for availability.

It’s that simple.

The changes in California legislation brought this up, the difference between gig workers and proper employees.

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For me, I don’t know the right answer, but I was, at one time, a gig worker treated like an hourly employee. Probably why those companies always felt so slimy. It was good work, for me, at the time.

California Law

Is the law good? Is this positive change? I would think so, but I’m not doing gig work. Always did prefer Lyft, as my data was safer.

So the current ruling, and I’m not really watching this closely, as it now has zero impact on me, but out of curiosity, what does consist of gig work versus paid employee?

Fair Warning

Fair Warning

Out of sequence, but not out of time.

“I knew the moment I decided to visit her the day before that I was buying myself another round of hope and hurt. But some people are fated this way, fated to play the same music over and over like a scratched record.” Page 156.

I’m stealing that line. Well, part of it.

Cool phrase.

For a change from cop procedurals, to private eye criminal proceedings, to shock thrillers?

It was an exciting romp along familiar lanes, and while it lacks some of the more subtle and gently nuanced marks of “great” literature, it was aa breath-taking ride through personal and professional circles, with most of the material coming from a bitter, anything-for-the-story, truth-matters “journalist.”

The main character, yeah I have much empathy with him, although, in the same situation, probably not me.

Should be obvious, I just hit “publish now” and move on.

I liked the novel because it’s just different enough, and just current enough to fit with the way things are, or how they could be.

Probably.

The correct term is verisimilitude, which means, “It feels true.”

While I didn’t stay up late to finish it, I did put off reading it late at night because, maybe halfway through, there’s a creepiness about the main killer that truly bothered me.

Like, you know, the stuff of nightmares.

Means I enjoyed it, but I wished I read them in order. First was The Poet, next is The Scarecrow, and finally, Fair Warning.

With room to grow. Like the character and like crispness to the story-telling. Thoroughly enjoy the frame of the news/journalism as backdrop, a distant memory for me.

Fair Warning

Becoming the Duchess Goldblatt

Becoming the Duchess Goldblatt

Duchess Goldblatt

There are a couple of local singer/songwriters, that old Austin sound?

Not quite country, not quite hard rock?

Couple of those people I follow in case there are any pop-up shows worth catching. Lyle Lovett kept retweeting the Duchess Goldblatt, so that’s how I stumbled into the twitter connection. From there, it leads to a book.

Missed Lyle Lovett doing a virtual interview with The Duchess Goldblatt, and I’m unsure of the details. Book was released, and I got a library copy, digital copy. That’s a cruel trick.1

Library copy, so I couldn’t underline and scribble margin notes, but I wanted to. Watching a marriage dissolve is painful when one has bought the whole dream.

“What’s that Faulkner quote?” Page 17.

My people. Close enough to the South to understand suffering. And stultifying humidity.

I admire the connection with Lyle Lovett. While I enjoy his music, and have seen him numerous times, my favorite connection was when Jimmy Buffett sang, “If I had boat,” at a Houston show, mid-nineties I’m thinking.

The way she described her affection for Lyle Lovett, and his highly respected canon of work, the sheer volume itself is amazing — the way “The Duchess” describes her feeling about Lyle Lovett? I feel the same, about Joe. R. Lansdale, Robert Earl Keen, of course, Lyle Lovett, and Ray Wylie Hubbard. Jimmy Buffett, too — they are all soundtracks for my life, at one stage or another.

Becoming the Duchess Goldblatt

It goes much further, though. Part memoir, part revealing “kiss and tell,” but in part? Just that healthy — and eloquently expressed ability to purge our demons, and love life.

Besides a luminary like Lyle Lovett, another name jumps out, the Duchess is a friend of Benjamin Dreyer. The Benjamin DreyerDreyer’s English? Not that Duchess herself is any slouch, just, that’s so cool. Maybe not flashy, fancy authors but people who seriously wordsmith, all day long, every day.

Trying to catch it early, I checked my online library services, and neither one carried it, at first. Late to the game, the local library now has four copies. One of which I was reading, and to exacerbate the situation?

Now I have to buy copies and send it to others who should appreciate this fine book. I’m not sure what to call it, other than, like, what it is, a book.

She claims not be nefarious, but that was well-played, Duchess Goldblatt. I read the library copy so now I hav to buy at least two copies as gifts for friends who otherwise wouldn’t read the book. Well-played.

Wait, wait, a Dead Milkmen note? That’s some serious street credit.

There’s a long list of respected authors, but Duchess Goldblatt accomplishes this herself, with what I would guess is under her own steam, with her own style.

Strange, but the message makes this one of the best books I’ve read in recent memory.

Poetry is the language that is highly charged and carries more meaning than regular language, and by that definition, this is a poetic text.

After so much murder and mayhem, and TV-news inspired traumatic stress? A book like this is an elegant glass of ice tea, slightly sweet, with a sprig of mint from the garden, little touch of a fresh garnish and flavor.

Becoming the Duchess Goldblatt

@duchessgoldblat

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  1. Duchess Goldblatt

    Duchess Goldblatt

    Got to buy a copy, now.

Saturn and Jupiter

Saturn and Jupiter

I was honored, last January to be a speaker at an august Austin astrological association. Certainly, at one point, I was nervous as a hooker in church, to borrow an outdated simile, although not without striking parallels.

The presentation, or the bones of the presentation itself were covered in triptych, here, here, and here.

  • A partial conclusion:

“The symbolism is frightfully clear,
about cutting away what doesn’t work.”1

Of historical note? Jupiter and Saturn conjunct in 1603 in Sagittarius. Ah, never mind, it’s a Shakespeare reference.2

But this does roll out every 20 years or so. I’ve already listed dates and data.

The notion, I’ve got several “seer” types who always predict doom and gloom, every year. In the last decades, that’s come to pass, maybe twice — this year included. That’s a — at best — 2 out 12, or less than 20% accuracy for hits on tragedies. Not good numbers, although, 2020 is making up for it in a big way.

The work I do is different, since I see this is clearing a way for the future, our collective future, and right now? We’re dropping, sometimes wrenched from our grasp, ties to old, outdated, outmoded methods. Letting go of old ideals.

At the dawn of my career, I suggested the old guard wasn’t going to go down without a well-entrenched fight, and we can see that in the daily news, even now.

Saturn Jupiter

Saturn Jupiter

It started as a stunning vision of the twilight sky, over the West Coast, with Saturn, Jupiter, and the Milky Way all visible — and the two brightest spots in the middle? That’s them, the King and the King’s Daddy. But more important, to me, they are arrayed in the tropical sign of Capricorn.

Saturn and Jupiter

The last time those two were lined up that close?

1960.

Saturn and Jupiter in Capricorn. We have seen this energy before, and the question begged?

Did we learn anything?

One of the archetypes for Capricorn is the old man, with a scythe, cutting down that which no longer serves, making way for the new year. Think: Capricorn starts on the Winter Solstice, shortest day of the year, and the adopted birthday of the Savior, right?

Always pay homage to the old gods, first.

That works.

For an agrarian society, based on the ebb and flow of the seasons for planting and harvesting? Knowing that the shortest day, the day with the least amount sunlight starts a cycle fresh? Something forward looking, instead.

The Capricorn Sickle of Fate, part of Saturn’s glyph, it’s about trimming away parts of beliefs that are no longer of value.

Saturn and Jupiter

Saturn and Jupiter are about hope — hope for the future tinged with some of that classic Capricorn worry.

  1. Anno Mirablis Part 3
  2. There are passing references in the plays, especially the Shakespeare plays “penned” around 1600-1602, because, there, in the night sky, just when the show was over, Jupiter, bright like a comet and Saturn, bright enough, to a lesser extent, bringing symbolism into harsh reality.

As Seen on Shark Tank

When I run into an idea that is too broad for a single horoscope, I remind myself I have space and place to work it out. The nexus of the connection was borne out of a meditation, someplace between dream-state and reality.

My imagination runs amok.

I’ve seen the sales copy before, “As Seen on Shark Tank” — as good a tag line as any. Then my imagination started to wander.

“Oh Kramer, you shouldn’t let your mind wander without supervision, it might get lost, then what would you think?”

I was supposed to “Take a meeting” with Mark Cuban, back during the heady days of the mid-1990’s, shortly after he’d made a lot of money from the sale of “dot something,” I’m not sure what. I was a big deal at the time, as a fledgeling Austin-based astrology writer, me with nascent, internet-based notoriety. We had yet to dissect the connection between old press and web-savvy.

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I’ve only seen Shark Tank in a few clips, never watched it myself. I understand the premise, though. As a small-business operator myself, I understand the concerns. As an example, I’ve linked to this several times, that original YouTube clip for the little squatty-potty thing? Unicorn on the toilet? Sure, a Shark Tank success story, I suppose. Start with catch and an avenue to make money from that idea. Like the squatty potty? Sell a shitload? It is nothing more than a small, bench that wraps around the toilet. Sold millions, be my guess.

The problem, as I wrestled my way through this material, what would I be pitching? I have one book with a publishing date terminally put off due to the corona, bad stars, and similar concerns. “You’re the astrologer, predict and then pick the perfect dare to launch it yourself.” Yeah, not a lot of this year looks good, in case that’s not clear.

That one book, it’s kind of technical in its nature. It’s good, if one knows how to look up exact astrological transits, like, as companion to an ephemeris. While various data and interpretations are available online, this one is wholly mine. Again, near 25 years in the making. Handy reference, I use myself, but of course I would, I wrote it.

I understand, though, without a deft editorial hand, the introduction and instruction is lost on all but the most devoted and understanding supplicants. So that’s not getting pitched.

A big, expensive marketing push, that would be interesting, but a media campaign in the hundreds of thousands of dollars wouldn’t net a revenue that would show profit. No, that wasn’t the pitch, either.

As Seen on Shark Tank

So there isn’t an As Seen on Shark Tank idea readily available. Maybe a decade back, perhaps further, I was avidly, albeit clandestinely, following much of what Mark Cuban was writing in his proto-blog. It was that early web writing that was neither polished, nor accurate, but certainly evocative and profound. Occasionally, he was also profoundly wrong, but I admire a person who can quickly own up to a mistake.

“Wow, I missed that one.”

The longer discussion is about love of what one is doing rather than doing it for the money alone.

Dozens of years back, I adjusted my approach to make my way of working scalable and sustainable. Or, as this pandemic winds on and on? Sustainable and scalable. The website works with a hundred people or thousands. The effort I put into it? I can maintain this pace.

The problem? There’s nothing to pitch for that label, As Seen on Shark Tank because this isn’t about making the big bucks, this is about loving what I do.

I love my day job. But I can’t pitch it As Seen on Shark Tank.

As Seen on Shark Tank

Obedient Wives

Obedient Wives

“And if they will learn any thing, let them ask their husbands at home…”

  • 1 Corinthians 14:35 (KJV)

“14:34 Let your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not permitted unto them to speak; but they are commanded to be under obedience as also saith the law.
14:35 And if they will learn any thing, let them ask their husbands at home: for it is a shame for women to speak in the church.”

Look: no opinion, just posting the quote.

Roadrunner

Roadrunner

Circulating on various social media, there was a great nature shot, a still image of a roadrunner and coyote, set against a dusky backdrop, with the hint being the desert southwest.

Up early in the mornings to fish while the fish are feeding, and before the brutal Texas sun is cranked up to “broil,” I noticed a roadrunner, pecking through the dirt in front of the cabin.

Geococccyx Californianus

He had his ragged crest up, and to me, it looked like a proud Mohawk, just needed a tad bit of dye to make it stand out.

Next morning, he was on the deck itself, and I got picture. Crest wasn’t up, and it might’ve been a different bird, the first one, it seemed like he was much taller.

Had him (her?), had him some big feet, two toes forward, two toes backwards, and I’m sure he could make some tracks. I think the image is the “Mrs.” as the male was taller, and he he’d that beautiful crest. Described as “ragged,” his was anything but, a proud comb.

Roadrunner

Side notes: part of the cuckoo family? In real life, the bird coos, more like a dove than the cartoon version of “Meep-meep.” Does move fast.
Roadrunner
While I didn’t hear any coyotes, there was, on the path to lake, possible coyote scat. Until we get a really good rain, the background could look desert-like.

Life imitates art?