So, the original idea was to venture to Esquina Tango to hear Argentine folk music, but I ended up joining forces with Kristina at Threadgill’s (another Austin institution I can check off the bucket list, but alas, why do I keep forgetting to bring dear Shutter Island?), and it was a crisp, brisk neon-lit evening, replete with gravel underneath my shoes and a fire pit, and we invented The Unicorn, destined to be the next dance craze to seize the nation, and I drank too many beers, including a black lager from local brewers Live Oak (which I kept wishing to christen a live lager from Black Oak brewers), and I bought Shakey Graves’ children’s book (which is actually for grown-ups), and we renamed him Shakey Bones, on account of this calls to mind a jaunty, dapper dancing skeleton, which seems apt, and the young and old congregated, the bright blue neon notes of the Threadgill’s sign pulsed in the cold night, and the air crackled with that distinctly Austin energy, and it turns out melancholy can be sublimated with the help of good beer and the Unicorn Dance, and thus another Saturday—this one more successful—came and went and ceded the floor to a bleary-eyed Sunday: too hot, too hazy, and rendered leaden by the heavy ticking of borrowed time.
In other news, I am now the proud owner of www.thereisnodealsporto.com (go here for the tentative mission statement) because I want to relocate to WordPress, and I need to breathe new life into my blogging, find a theme, a cohesive focus, pull my gaze from my navel and fix it elsewhere, but where, but where? Food, travel, rage, reflection—the themes that have been posited. Not sure what to do with this site, or if it will amount to much, but it’s mine for the year. Who knows? Maybe I’ll buy another domain name and begin collecting them. It would of course help to learn WordPress first.
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