El Paso, and it’s March. And it’s the beginning of Austin’s SXSW, the annual spring break in Texas for the music business. The “departure lounge” at the old airport is beginning to feel just like a us terminal. I keep vowing to avoid this place on Friday afternoon, and I keep forgetting that when it’s … El Paso, and it’s March

More shocking cold weather this morning. It looked good when I crawled out of bed, kicked the door open and looked forward to sun. Bright blue sky, yes. Then, ten minutes later, it was cloudy and cold. Now it’s sunny again. Texas weather, more fickle than an ex-girlfriend. Of course, I’m sure the same could … More shocking cold weather

Shock to the system! I got ready, made plans, arranged for the afternoon meetings to allow for a scheduled time to take a hike — ever notice that a lot people tell me to “take a hike” — I stick my nose out the front door, and I discover it’s only about 60 degrees. I … Shock to the system

It was a little slice of paradise today. There was strong, steady breeze blowing down the river, a friend came by and yanked me out of bed to make me go eat breakfast at Magnolia, and I might go bowling tonight. Life just doesn’t get any better. I’ve been reading some Cormac McCarthy and I … a little slice of paradise

Sleeping in was a great idea, but it was Monday Full Moon morning, and when the computer fired up the modem at dawn, I had to get up and take a look. I’ve got to be careful about answering the over night mail. I can never remember what I said, and the typo’s are horrendous. … Monday Full Moon morning

I got any number of untoward comments about the amount of “spurious” e-mail I got on Friday night, and I never did get a good a definition for spurious. It was intended as an insouciant comment. Saturday was busy — first it was quick trip for a quick cup of coffee in a red convertible … untoward comments

Friday night was well-spent. I cranked up a special pot of that Kona Coffee, hit the keyboard with a furious pace, and almost got the last of the 1999 stuff cranked out. Of course, by midnight, I was tired of responding to spurious e-mail, tired of the keyboard, and tired of looking at Y2K, and … Friday night was well-spent

I’ve got to go a little easier on the spicy food late at night. I don’t care if I do have to listen to my strange friends with weird sad stories about their life. And I don’t care if they are drinking white wine and chasing it with Whoppers. My Barbacoa came back for a … listen to my strange friends

Coffee at Jo’s. Ah, the day is getting a little better. Great, now I’m known as “that fish guy,” courtesy of Magnolia South — at least I got their web address. Then, later in the evening, I was consoling a buddy with a fractured heart. There are days when it’s great to be absolutely single. … Coffee at Jo’s