Sacred cows make great hamburgers. Like many people in the helping professions, I’ve raised some folks’ ire, at one time or another. I \\really\\, **really** don’t feel like taking on the whole of a particular organization. I fall into that small group of people who don’t fit in any particular classification. Non-aligned. Independent. Unorganized. Lacking … Perspectives.

Ripping CD’s “Kramer likes me because I’m his computer nerd sister,” she said. Actually, what I asked was, “What school did you go to and what was your degree in?” “Mumble [Rice] mumble [BioChemical Engineering, \\i.e.\\, “molecular biology”] mumble.” Mother’s Day was just mother’s day. Nice, in that, this one the first time, in I … Ripping CD’s

Driving to the Gulf, sweeping over that one, last set of hills, on down to the low sand dunes. It begins long about the time we roll through San Antonio, there’s a change, a shift, the pace slows down, the topography flattens out, and the scenery becomes a little more lush. There’s a special place … topography flattens

Swim. Barbecue. Coffee. Capricorn. > Holy Banshees… I just read my scope. > Do you have cameras installed in my place? [from a Cap, of course] I’m a big proponent of another astrologer’s point of view. Before I hung a shingle that said I was an astrological consultant, before I started regularly publishing “oracular visions” … Swim. Barbecue. Coffee. Capricorn.

Books, spam and cover songs. For just once in my life, I got a piece of spam that I liked. A new summertime novel is now available. This is happy news. My e-mail address was obviously harvested from an exchange of mail I had with that author. Perfect escape reading. Make sure you ask for … Books, spam and cover songs

One cell phone, two handstamps, and Hank Three. The finding, at the end of this article says something to the effect that, “driving while talking on a phone is more hazardous than being over the legal limit [for alcohol].” From my biased, pedestrian point of view, I can attest that it’s a fact – most … One cell phone, two handstamps, and Hank Three

Highs and Lows. Or maybe it’s ebb and flow. A couple of unrelated links via Slashdot: \\Scientific American\\ on Pluto stuff, and my favorite, more about Heisenberg. I got a suggestion that I should let Bubba deal with my hate mail, as there’s been a ton of it lately. Bubba’s vitriolic rhetoric is second to … Highs and Lows

The world is my Petri dish. Agar is the stuff used in labs to grow things on, last time I had any input from a biology type. Combine that with my own, personal revelation that I figure the world is my Petri dish for conducting astrological experiments with, and there you have it. Add to … The world is my Petri dish

Hank Three at Billy Bob’s Saturday in Ft. Worth, just at the edge of the Stockyards, there’s Billy Bob’s, advertised as “the world’s largest honky-tonk.” Don’t know how true that is, but it could be fact. Every trip to Billy Bob’s makes me think about the first time I was there, and that was more … Hank Three at Billy Bob’s