Off to work this fine, cool morning in [url=www.astrofish.net/travel.html]Austin[/url]. I was flipping through the statistics on the server, and I found a very disconcerting note: over a thousand people tried to access the current weekly horoscopes and discovered that the scopes are not available for [url=http://www.astrofish.net/cgi-local/ppsignup.pl]free[/url].
10K requests for scopes. 10% of that figure tried to click through to paid scopes with no success. My last lottery ticket didn’t have a single winning number. The two are connected, somehow.
I carried a copy of one of my books down to the post office to mail off to Ma Wetzel, belated Xmas gift, as she never seems to figure out her computer to access the scopes.
I then stopped by a coffee shop, heard something rather engaging on the sound system, inquired as to the source, and if I dig more up, I’ll pass it along.
“Vinyl’s coming back in, you know,” the Taurus making my afternoon espresso assured me, “soon as they figure out how to play it in a car. You know, vinyl’s got a better sound.”
Deadpan delivery. But I didn’t take the bait. I don’t own anything that will play a record. CD? Sure. Tape? Only if I have to. I record more tapes than I play.
Nothing took any of my bait Friday afternoon, but the weather, the moon’s phase (one sign [b]past[/b] full), all of that adds up to lethargic fishies.
What’s most disheartening? A total lack compassion.
Which isn’t going to be a problem this weekend. Friday morning, Bubba Sean calls, on his way to work, and he was bitching about a non-girlfriend who was bitching that I didn’t respond to her e-mail.
“What did you say to Kramer?” (e-mail = written, didn’t say a word.)
“I just bitched about work, the usual complaints.”
“And Kramer didn’t respond? Imagine that.”
When I paid for that [url=http://astrofish.net/weblog/comments.php?id=926_0_1_10_C]reading[/url] last fall, I had a chance to crystallize a new method of delivery. Deal is, my “style” is a little different from most. Maybe different from all. There’s a plus, too, as I had a chance to see how I’ve organically changed over the years.
Two skills I practice and hone every day: writing and reading. “Reading” can cover a lot of ground, whether I’m reading a chart or reading a book, but writing, I won’t get any better, but I can try bumping nouns into verbs in new and engaging ways, plus I’m always experimenting with rhythm. Maybe I can’t dance, but I can listen for that magic. Never hurts to keep trying, keep reaching.
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For entertainment purposes only – [url=http://www.info.ucl.ac.be/people/PVR/decon.html]Engineering language[/url] – a post-modern look from an engineering POV.