With all the hoopla about the Alpacalypse, some of you may have forgotten there was a solstice and we’re now on our way back to summer.
Sorry about that.
Time for a Sneaky Preview of the Highly Classified Very Very Secret Thing In Process.
Because the Satyr’s got an Ocarina and he knows how to use it.
Which makes at LEAST as much sense as anything else.
Because sometimes crackers just don’t cut it.
Texas Renaissance Festival, obviously. (Preview for new Highly Classified Very Very Secret Thing In Process.)
Well, not exactly “everybody.”
Me, though… I’ve made a point of hitting every Thanksgiving Day parade for…. years. Music, bands, dancers, pretty girls, balloons, floats, silly people….
This year the weather was perfect – maybe a little warmer than a Winter parade should be, but at least it wasn’t freezing or raining….
More behind him. Click pic.
Traditionally the parade ends with Santa. I’m contrary tonight.
“Well,” the cop said, “at least his lock worked.”
Houston can be a tough place.
(It’s not my bike; I was walking over to the Thanksgiving Parade and noticed this…)
After hours yesterday turned into gallery crawl time. Dropped by Guiton Street Artists‘ Open Studio to see what Lilibeth Andre and Janis Edel and a few other folk were getting up to, then headed over to East End Studio Gallery to check out the Dia de Los Muertos exhibit there.
Neat Exhibit.
Neater music. Huehuetl, Music from the indigenous cultures of what’s now Mexico and parts of Central America. Very interesting, not like anything you’ve heard before.
Guess I have to learn video for times like this.
(Topiltzin Borsegui on left, Ce Acatl Borsegui at right)
Went wandering the HORBA offroad trails at Memorial Park yesterday…
Everyone Likes Sunsets.
Me Too.
Because I can….
Well, A Book, anyway. This one: 
The Kingdom is in trouble. The High Priest, the King’s chief adviser, is, well, maybe not the best guy for the job. The Princess and a handful of her People are caught between the Bad Guy and the Bad Things He Wants to Do….
I don’t even know how this ends.
But it was written (and illustrated) by Lilibeth Andre, whom I’ve known for several years now (love her style and subjects) and almost anything that happens at MECA is worth the time…
Author! Author!
Author and Our Heroine:
Author and Our Heroine’s Hero:
About the author:
For the rest: But the book here {hint, hint}
