In the time it takes me to swim 1/2 mile here at Barton Springs, I want to tell you a story that I've been keeping secret for over twenty years.
Sat, Mar 9, 2013 - Continued Dec 5/6, 2018
I'd like to begin this story about how a durable Swiss timepiece became a family legacy with a toast to Bob Ridley, Master horologist and his assistant, Barbara, who is responsible for encouraging me to gather my thoughts and reflections about my father's Rolex Explorer and record the tale of this watch's circuitous path through the last 55 years.
The concept of which, in my life time (since 1958) has gone from simply being the mind - regarded as a store of things remembered, to science and technology’s creation of the computer and it’s collateral storage devices - which have literally become an extension of our personal physiological faculty, thanks to google and the "contacts" app on your iphone.
Case in point - How many telephone numbers do you know by heart - on demand - right now?
Internationally acclaimed light artist and NEA Fellow, Ben Livingston, creates neon, copper and Agave Caduceus sculpture as public art for South Texas Hospital. READ THE FULL BLOG HERE
It’s been a year and a half since I’ve written a story and I miss writing, it’s good for me and I know it...My last story was a blog I called “Continental Drift” (http://continentalclubshow.blogspot.com/) where I articulately agonized the sussing out of my Sturm und Drang over a huge blank canvas to fill being one of the three uber venues of Austin’s HUGE SXSW 2009.
Gary Martin and I restored this beat up old neon sign for our friend Steve Wertheimer's brand new club back around 1987. Back then, we'd go to meet up with Steve at the Watson - Casey Group where he worked as a CPA. Then he would take us over to look at “the club”.