My Partner In Crime
I was taking a picture with my partner in crime (La Sardina), getting a shot of a red and white umbrella between the black iron bars, and a woman wondered as she passed me: Is something happening?
That’s the assumption in Austin. If someone is stopping, something is happening. Something is happening all of the time.
But isn’t that true of every place else, at all times? Something is happening all of the time.
I Want to Be in Your Carnival
She was nice… And anyway
Did you see that chick?
And is there something happening.
It’s a good day for a veggie burger.
No, you’re fine.
So, I got a wild-haired, hare-brained idea (is it hare-brained or hair-brained? I think hare-brained because it sounds like a phrase invented by Chuck Jones)…
Actually, first I got mad. I couldn’t believe (and still can’t) that a city as savvy and wealthy as Austin couldn’t figure out how to fund some civic holiday cheer. Hell, they didn’t even sponsor a Kickstarter campaign. I would have given $50 to see my name spelled out in lights, Lite Brite style. Tsk. Such a lack of vision and holiday spirit. I expected more out of my city. Continue reading
So much longing.
I realize I am in love with the universe.
I follow it around like a moonstruck girl: