Narrative [aka Bio-stuff] : Allegedly, born under the astrological sign of Scorpio. Ascendent or Descendent, I know not which. But, when the shoe fits, then one should be comfortable in the wearing.
Narrative [aka Bio-stuff] – Allegedly, born under the astrological sign of Scorpio. ascendant or descendent, I know not which. But, when the shoe fits, then one should be comfortable in the wearing.
I have also known a few fellow travellers over the years.So, yes, it can be said that I subscribe to (some of) the astrological notions that I’ve come across. Who doesn’t like a bit of introspection and/or self-analysis?
I’m, apparently, Scorpio with overtones of Sagittarius. Considering that life is not composed of black or white, I’d say that summaries my personality.
For instance, what is the significance, if there is any in my collection of photographs found on this site? Damned if I know! Beyond the fact that they simply represent some personal experiences, captured in photographs and represent personal moments in time.
Tangentially, I’ve come to the realisation that (among other things) someone walking along the sidewalk (16 floors down) wearing flip-flops can be heard flip-flopping sixteen floors up, above the din of city traffic and other noises – Irritates the hell out of me!
An irritation that I place alongside those individuals with their cell-phones who, apparently, have never been taught to use their ‘inner voice’. Or those with their other Smart Mobile devices who insist on entertaining themselves, AT VOLUME. Completely oblivious (or in total disregard to) of those around them. They’re like the annoying drip, dripping of a leaky faucet.
Yet, I like my music LOUD! Neil Young and Crazyhorse (an all-time favourite musical muse, virtuoso of harmonic distortion. The Godfather of Grunge (I’m a fan). Van Halen (when David Lee Roth still had his locks and Eddie hadn’t jumped on the A.A bandwagon) is another of my faves – Eruption, Running with the devil, Ice Cream Man.
But I digress, Powered By An Idea; and Driven To Distractions.