35 south and counting till the next daylight savings

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Thank goodness for Austin, Texas' saving grace. They weren’t lyin when they declared Austin a weird city, although New Orleans beats them to a bloody stump when it comes to off-the-wall crazy mofros.

There are so many bums, and they literally gang up on you at every intersection. They run across the 6 lanes of interstate, that just so happens to be the major vein through the damn place. This is the city's most annoying feature, besides the beggars. 35 South is always busy in Austin and the stupid-ass access roads turn this concrete addiction into an even larger 9 lane highway. That is 9 lanes in one direction. One would think that there would be plenty of room for everyone's hugeass SUV on the road, but not when you are dodging bums running across the roads. I am surprised they don't slip on the oil-slicked road, cause in Texas the oil flows like wine.

Austin is a lot bigger than expected. The downtown boasts vintage signs and hidden gems around most corners. (Not including the crack addicts shit on the pavement) The river has many trails surrounding it and the youth hostel in Austin sits directly on the water.

The music listings take up PAGES in the local weekly paper, and they cram it in there. Kind of makes me want another tattoo. I was blown away by the music listings; not even NYC has the music scene of Austin, and that is what thrives the city. It should have its own frequency in sound because there is literally music happening all around town. But it is still Texas, and even the country twang can’t stop the beat.

So, this is the time of year when a whole hour is falling back off our daily routines. I tried to fight it for about 3 days, going to bed when I should have before the hour was taken away from me. But then I was waking up at 530 instead of 630, and who wants that? For now, I can accept the change; however it was NOT an instant change for me. My cell phone did not change automatically either. Apparently, they do not celebrate DST in Sony Erickson. Remember the Garfield cartoon where he tries to completely avoid Monday, so he ships himself to Timbuktu? He instead travels for an entire day to land, get out of the box, and realize that he shipped himself to the beginning of Monday all over again, but in another country. This is kind of how the "fall back" one hour makes me feel. I try to avoid it getting dark at 530 and then going to bed at 830.

Once, when I lived very close to the Baltic Sea, it would get dark in the winter time around 400 pm. The sun would rise about 900 am. So, I would leave the house and return to the house in the dark. This made me very tired and what some would say 'seasonally depressed'. The Baltic Sea did not turn me into a night owl, just a daylight whore.

The cold darkness causes people to hole up with cups of tea and TV. My dog does not like this time of year either, because she will sleep for the better part of all day. She sticks her head out from under the blanket only to eat and shit. People begin crafty projects more this time of year than any other. That reminds me, that I am learning how they sew tea leaves together into flowers.

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[phil]

the engineering genius of texas highways
dont care what you say...the texas roads are genius.