In article <MOsVj.3066$17.2122@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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JCrowe <bongofury@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> writes:
> Hey Folks,
>
> Here in the urban vastness surrounding Austin, TX, it's possible to
> ride into pockets of serenity. Today, to go along with the buttloads of
> whitetail deer that are common here, I saw my first roadrunner of the
> year. A day to celebrate.
There used to be this Lone Star beer commercial,
of an armadillo blithely waddling across a highway
in the summer heat, as the doppler effects of an
approaching semi approaches, blasting the notes of
Surfing Bird (by Sam the Sham and the Pharaoes.)
The semi was full of Lone Star beer. I guess the
armadillo was full of ... I dunno ... bugs, 'n other
disgusting stuff that gets revealed when critters
get squashed on the highway pavement.
Here in Vancouver we have feral/released/escaped
bunnies. We also have coyoots.
> Music - My Life in the Bush of Ghosts -
> Brian Eno and David Byrne.
That's a brilliant combination; I like it.
Eno needs people to settle him down just
enough.
Lately I'm into the (UK) Chamelions.
They're not too unlike Wishbone Ash,
and scarily similar to later incarnations
of The Beatles, but applicable to now.
And I for some reason I can't get the
Jethro Tull song: Nothing To Say, outa
my head. I guess it has to do with
stuff going on at work.
Climb a tower of freedom.
cheers,
Tom
--
Nothing is safe from me.
I'm really at:
tkeats curlicue vcn dot bc dot ca
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