The weekly forecast – free audio file – is here. As usual, the video is part of the subscriber services.
Solutions:
I’m interested in solutions. There’s a host of problems, and in El Paso, one of the problems is, obviously, immigration. Border, immigration, illegal aliens. Then, on a bigger scale, the whole county’s economy is in the toilet. Finally, there’s a global problem with toxic emissions and the simplest solution?
White guys pushing brooms.
Seriously, the leaf blower is the single most inefficient motor. In a single afternoon, a leaf blower motor can put more carbon dioxide and unburned carbon into the air than a newer model auto. Save two-stroke motors for dirt bikes.
Check it out, what a simple leaf blower does is terrible.
Next, most leaf blowers are operated by undocumented aliens.
My solution: more American citizens, employed, pushing brooms.
The problem with my solution? I don’t get to use the leaf-blower on a dirt sidewalk as an example in my horoscopes.
Mercurial Reruns 8/4/06:
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Perceptions, South Austin style:
Subtitle: it could only happen here.
I had an afternoon appointment at a coffee shop. Had to meet a client and give that person the low down on the down low in her astrology chart. I got there a little early so I could scarf up some delicious grub, and grab an iced coffee. Cold and dark, strong, bitter. So refreshing on hot summer afternoon.
So far, this isn’t remarkable at all. Just another client consulting with me about future trends.
Client calls, running late, and I’m reading the newspaper and pushing peppers and fresh basil around on the plate, moping it all up with wheat toast. In one corner, a young woman, pierced, probably tattoos, wearing black on black with (it’s a guess) no bra, and she’s quilting. Next to her, a fetching young man – in the beatnik way – is alongside, and with that couple, their shoulders almost touching, needle and thread, he’s quilting, too.
I wasn’t going to mention it, or save the image for a horoscope, but then my client shows up. There’s a cooing and gentle squealing women of a certain age and disposition make, and my client greets the kid making the quilt, the young lady, and they embrace, exchange pleasantries, and then we get about out business. Which isn’t remarkable, as there’s nothing abnormal about seeing someone you know, or reading an astrology chart and paying attention to Saturn, Neptune, and so forth.
The girl and the guy working on the quilt exchange a few words, and that drew my attention in their direction, and over a vegetarian taco, I asked how they know each other.
“Her mom is in my coven.”