My neighbor recently reminded me of the Harmonic Convergence in 1987. A fella had asked me to build him a coffin to lie down in on that day. He was, I guess what you might call, a hipneck. He was follower of a certain Indian mystic, as well as a Neil Diamond fan and a consumer of a case a day of Meister Brau.(cheap weasel urine beer). We haggled about the price and he decided to just lie down in a hole.
Here's today's Smoothstar Challenge: Name Your Own Constellation.
Pick out a dozen or so stars, ( you can include your garage light or planes if you want yours to move) connect the dots and give it a name. I'm calling mine Frogius. Yours can be Gwenyth , Uncle Harry ,Skypal, whatever. Keep it a secret and ask it for favors.(or post it on Facebook, but then it won't grant your wish.)
Dear Smoothstar:
ReplyDeleteI need some career counseling advice, which I know happens to be one of your many fortes.
Is it better to sell out and take a job that pays the big bucks and allows you to keep your family comfortably housed and not be relocated to a faraway state, even if it means renouncing your dreams, or to remain in a miserable dead end job, where you can put your feet up on the desk and read the newspaper, making a Commissioner's salary, hoping your dream job will materialize soon?
Please let me know as I have a deadline.
Sincerely,
A devoted blog reader