Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Considering hitting the trails soon...

Death has been stalking me.

An unknown illness has recently slammed most of us at work face-first into the concrete of reality. Hardest part is not knowing whether it is a rampant form of allergic response to junk in the air during one of the worst droughts in Central Texas (detail junkies may search TCEQ monitoring stations for correlated data) or some rogue Flu strain that has been resistant to vaccinations from late 2008. Either way, I am uber-cautious to head into the dirt trails that surround me for fear of relapsing into what tore me to pieces twice in 36 days from December to February of 2009...

There is a palpable sense of fear out there - Something I haven't felt since the early 1990's when tanks stormed the Kremlin in a desperate bid to oust the old Communist Party hardliners who had taken the building with Kalashnikov's and vodka...





Of course, that all failed and time marched on.

Hope to reclaim my stake across the NW bike trails of San Antonio, once this lingering "Flappamucosis" dissipates...

*SNEEZE*

Sunday, February 22, 2009

One thing they DID have right in 1972...



Mmmmm. Steak! And a liquor server, too!

Reading Popular Mechanics magazines from the 1970's, c/o Google Books this morning, I came across this odd contraption that wouldn't pass fire code today: The genuine wood veneer Electric Steak Grill and Liquor Server (a server is a waist-height table that you usually place near a dining room table and sit extra dishes and accessories for dinner on). Aside from the general trip of eyeballing old cigarette ads where every many looked like Robert Redford, it was a fun read. Worked my way through about 7 issues before feeling an intense need to carve an inexpensive wood duck decoy and smoke a few Kools.

Did life seem ridiculously easy back then, or is that just the fog of time setting in?

Booze and steaks.

And cigarettes for everyone!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

A short retrospective: Of Barrons and Bicycling

Three years have passed since I last had to bicycle to work. My old Summer habit of biking to work an hour ahead of time just so I could stop by the University library to read the latest weekly issue of Barrons seems like so long ago. A distant memory.

I still remember getting caught in the rain about halfway to work on my mountain bike. Not a pleasant feeling, considering I was also paying a mortgage and a car payment and had just made a huge life change in order to pursue a line of work I enjoyed over raw monetary compensation. Through the looking glass, it all seems so pleasant and romantic, but the reality was more pain and worry than I care to endure ever again.

In any case, I read tonight where print media is finally giving up the ghost - possibly a direct result of the incessant ubiquitiousness of the Internet. Cheap and available. It would appear even that some periodic print media (like newspapers) are actually RAISING their subscription pricing to counter this trend. God knows why, but talk about the Brachiosaurus burying its head in the sand. While I won't be so apocalyptic as to say it is completely over for this apparently failed business model, I must say they are not helping things by increasing subscription rates.

Case in point: One of my favorite reads around town is a local FREE rag that highlights political views as well as the local Arts and Music scene. The name of the publication is The Current, and I am more aquainted with their publishers than the casual reader of this blog might thing. But it has all been through chance over the years, beginning with the first hesitant pass at lifting the pulpy thing from a wire bracket while waiting for my lunch in a popular greasy spoon near downtown. To be absolutely truthful, I thought it was some kind of Gay Mag or maybe a discount classified ad publication. Surprised to find out it was actually a little bit of both, and more.

As the days claw viciously by in the midst of economic turmoil, it is nice to know you can still hit up the local library or even cheap eateriers and get some professional literary commentary on local events without having to cough up a portion of your wages just to read a gathering of printed opinions.

But I still wouldn't ride my bike 3 miles to read the musings of a random author unless I was flat broke.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Wicked illness strikes twice...

"Give him a taste of death, so that he may recognize it when it comes again..."




I am slowly coming around after a week of hell. The most horrific illness I have endured to date. A slow and simmering pain reducing me to nothing more than an open-mouthed stare as the days crawled by...

Worst Winter drought on record in the area.

Could be something in the dust.