It’s time for the annual pilgrimage to Big D for the DIFF, The Dallas International Film Festival … does that make me a film pilgrim? I digress, (with assonance, I might add) …
It’s great fun … and sometimes I actually get to see a film or two, but a lot of the time is spent on the carpet … the red carpet. The other night I rushed over to meet, greet and Nikon-ize the directors and talents paraded through the reporters/photographers’ gauntlet.
A friend of mine responded with kind words to a post about The PingWi-Fi motorcycle crash, as seen on Facebook. My friend’s family had experienced the horrific loss of their precious daughter at the hands of a drunk driver …years ago. But I am sure it doesn’t hurt any less today …
I want to share part of the dialogue between friends, because I just streamed my church’s services and today’s sermon recalled part of this … one of the points I tired to make. Today’s sermon was “Why Do Bad Things Happen To Good People” …
Day one of the second annual Fortress Festival in Fort Worth’s Cultural District, I caught Cure For Paranoia, the Dallas Observer‘s Best New Act in 2016 and Best Group Act in 2017. The highlight of their rap set — the lyric “but I digress …”
De La Soul later tonight … Father John Misty tomorrow night.
2014 Triumph Thunderbird LT
Even my friends who hate motorcycles (and blogs about motorcycles) have probably heard or seen the slogan: “Loud Pipes Save Lives.”
Apparently I needed some louder pipes the other day.
Blogger’s Rendering
It is so unusual that two of my favorite bands are so polarized and so different and yet, I love them both … Over the years, I have seen numerous examples of one of these band trashing the other and scoffing because they used the same producer despite the different genres they represent. Well … I love them both for different reasons … Blue Öyster Cult for its heady, bizarre sense of humor and musicianship — “Joan Crawford has risen from the grave …” And The Clash … well, for being The Clash — should I stay (and justify that with an explanation) or should I go?
It’s one of the more common themes in Sci-Fi — the parallel universe — a place where everything you know exists but everything is different.
Ha! Well, I experienced a little PU in my hotel room the other night in Pocatello, Idaho. It’s a long story …
The disaster team, traveling on what I call “The Dirty Gig,” arrived in Pocatello to work on a small fire at a food processing plant. Our lodging this time is at the local Hampton Inn. Not bad.
When I arrived, some small necessity was missing from my room. The front desk attendant quickly delivered the washcloth, or whatever … and left. However, she detected something wrong with the door lock and before I knew it, there was a hotel manager and a fix-it man at my door, replacing the dead bolt. Cool. Such service.
Myers
When I met the man who compiled a priceless collection of Asian art, I was honored and shook his hand quite formally.
When he told me that he bought 60 jade artifacts in a shoebox from a store in Philadelphia for a thousand bucks in the ’70s — including a jade cicada ornament from the second century B.C. — well, I gave him a big ol’ fist bump.
Well played, sir!
“I guarantee you that was a lot of money, back then,” said Sam Myers, the collector who (with his late wife Myrna Myers,) acquired and compiled the works now on display at Fort Worth’s The Kimbell Art Museum.
The incredible preparation for an International Space Station, an ISS, orbit goes unnoticed by many.
First, I set the Mr. Coffee Bro to percolate black magic, precisely 15 minutes ahead of the flight plan over Texas. After buttering yesterday’s flour tortilla and sticking a space-ready-and-already wrapped banana in my pocket … and of course a few peanut M&Ms — that melt in my mouth, not in space — I positioned my observation station. I was in the backyard of the Planetary Headquarters of PingWi-Fi … just beyond the perimeter of the PingWi-Fi wi-fi network … (Thank goodness I purchased an excellent fold-up lawn chair at last year’s Oldham County Round Up, with cupholders mind you.)
@pingwifi, SquareRüt Kava Bar, Austin, Texas
I get an eye examination and new glasses about every 10 years, whether I need it or not. Ha. Of course the doctors tell us we need to be checked every year. I’ve tried that and guess what, not only do you get a new pair of glasses every year, but the eyes seem to weaken exponentially. I mean, if you walk with crutches, your legs are going to atrophy, right? I digress.
Well, my old pair were so scratched it is hard to say if the prescription was right or not, so I had no choice. Must have glasses.
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