"I have an humor to knock you indifferently well."
Nym in Shakespeare's Henry V, Act 2, scene 1
Horoscopes by the Fishing Guide to the Stars starting 4.16.2015
"Just set this baby on cruise and enjoy the ride!” I’ve been commuting to the Texas Gulf Coast for the better part of 20 years, as part of the circuit and my annual tour. Recently, my trips have gotten more frequent. The first hour south of San Antonio, is gentle, rolling coastal prairie. What feels like a sea breeze against a back drop of dusty mesquite trees, gradually flattening out until the last 50 miles of so? That’s what this week is like. That last 50 miles. Might be 40 miles, but there’s almost nothing to see until wind farms come into sight, and then, there’s gas stations, fast food joints, truck stops, and then? The skyline of Corpus Christi. Still half an hour to the coast, but it’s getting closer. From that point, the pulse quickens and it doesn’t matter how comfortable I’ve been in the truck, I get “itchy butt,” as in, I’m ready to be there, already. Despite Aries fascination with getting there faster? We’ll get there when we get there. Best thing to do?
“Just set this baby on cruise, and enjoy the ride.”
Next week, you’re going to wake up, one morning, and you’re going to feel totally, completely alive. The birds are chirping, singing a sweet song, the grass is greener, the sky is bluer, life is just better. Starts early next week. Maybe this weekend. Coming, soon. But not yet.
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- “I abhor such fanatical phantasimes…such rackers of orthography.”
Shakespeare’s Love’s Labor’s Lost [V.i.18-20]
Horoscopes by the Fishing Guide to the Stars starting 4.9.2015
Third quarter-moon. Things were going so smoothly then something happened. “It was all going according to plan!” Then, the littlest “thing” tripped that Aries trigger. It’s not a big deal, and one Aries will assure me how wrong I am because, “It’s a very big, damn big, huge thing! You have no idea!” It’s not a big thing. To some, it might appear that way, but in the “Pause and think about it” way of looking at this material, no it’s not a big issue. Might seem like it, but with the forward momentum I’ve been encouraging? If you carry forward with that momentum, then this is okay. Not a big deal. “Yes, yes it is a big deal. Are you so clueless?” I don’t share the Aries passion, not me, and I’m not clueless, but the big deals are less of a big deal than you think. “I’m not thinking this, can’t you feel how important this is?!” I love the Aries double punctuation, question mark and exclamation point. There’s a point where you’re being too dramatic. Pause. Pause before you yell at me. Pause before you scream that this needs immediate attention. On the “police hotline,” was helping a client get a police (Aries) incident report, and I chuckled, “If this is an emergency, hang up and dial 9-1-1.” If this is a real emergency, dial 9-1-1, and otherwise? Please stay on the line and wait. (Not that big of deal, huh?)
Mars heats up Taurus activities, the Moon cools off, and Venus leaves for the sign of the Twins, Gemini. Much activity and some of it seems pointless. But is it, really? I’m not enough of girl to give this proper emphasis, but the expression, served with attitude and that look? “Seriously?”
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"But now are minutes added to the hours;
To spite me now, each seems a moon."
- Shakespeare's "The Passionate Pilgrim" [XIV.26-7]
Horoscopes by the Fishing Guide to the Stars starting 4.2
These are the final days of this year's Aries. As a vocal member of the "Aries Fan Club," I have just a few words of caution. A little matter of understanding what your limits are. The first year I was living in San Antonio, I still thought like I was in Austin, which meant, I figured I could spend the better part of an afternoon, facing into the sun, along the shore of a lake, fishing. Me, no shirt, no hat, just sunglasses, shorts and two fishing poles. No sunscreen, either. The year before, in Austin, this must've been three, four years ago, now, the springtime before, I could spend all day in the Central Texas Sun, no problem. That one afternoon in South Texas? In Bexar County, not Travis? Horrible sunburn. I was glowing, glowing red. In April, I'd just come from a long series of events, working every weekend and most weeks, too. Indoors. I was horribly sunburnt. Two factors, I'm older, now, and I spend less times in the great outdoors. (The good news is I write more, but that's not what this is about.) I've learned, from that time, from the horrible burn, peel, splotchy red face? Hat, sunscreen, and maybe less time that first time.
Buddy of mine (Scorpio) does "thermal breast screening." It's like the yearly mammography, only, her technique is non-radiological and non-invasive. We were chatting about business, and her comment? "Boobs sell." I'd hate to think that that was totally true, but in her experience? It is her business?
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- “Y’are lazy knave,
And here ye lie baiting of bombards when
Ye should do service.”
The Chamberlain to the porter, who is watching the commoners party at Elizabeth’s baptism in Shakespeare’s Henry VIII [V.iv.75-7}
Totally unrelated but cool sidebar item? “Baiting bombards” was drinking alcoholic beverages out of leather flasks.
Horoscopes by the Fishing Guide to the Stars starting 3.26.2015
There was a running theme, started in last week’s Pisces, and that opening quote from Shakespeare’s Henry VIII just seems to fit with it. It’s about inaction and sitting around the house, drinking, when forward motion is required. In that play’s scene, it’s the Lord Chamberlain to some relatively lazy house staff, and seriously, if the end was near, who wouldn’t rather sit around and just drink, make merry, instead of worry? I know that’s disjointed, but the idea is served correctly. There’s a hint for Aries, too. Action. Any action, but forward action, forward motion, forward moving, just taking steps to get from here to there. Something. Anything.
The quote refers to folks who are unsure of the baby queen taking over as the Queen of England, and in historical perspective, Elizabeth was one of the greatest monarchs ever. (I might be a little bias, as she was a patron of the arts.)
When winter peppers that aren’t winter peppers? It’s a problem, this last few weeks, I’ve been eating some “grocery store” peppers, mostly fat Serrano peppers, and those tend to be more mild in the winter. Fat, juicy, good flavor, and not too hot. Usually. I sampled the end of one, and I hopped around the kitchen, “Hot hot HOT!”
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- "In terms of choice I am not solely led
By nice direction of a maiden’s eyes;
Besides, the lott’ry of my destiny
Bars me the right of voluntary choosing."
Portia in Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, Act II, scene i, 11-3
The lottery of my destiny bars me the right of voluntary choosing? As in “Fate foretold in the stars?”
Horoscopes by the Fishing Guide to the Stars starting 3.19.2015
Seems like every woman has a date bra, at least one set of fat pants, and the way I heard it? A murder wig and a courtroom suit. These are apparent pieces of what makes up a complete woman’s collection of necessary belongings. I’d call it an adequate tackle box, with certain, required, “go-to” items.
Mine might vary, as there are certain baits, lures, and bobber combinations that I would place ahead of clothing items like that. But I'm not an Aries woman. Looking at how this week unrolls? One, or more, items on that list will be required. Personally, I'm hoping for the first two items, not much else. The murder wig? With modern forensics, at least, with the stuff on TV? I don't know that the murder wig won’t really fool the cameras or the cops, but then, I'm not Aries. Watch enough cop TV, and you realize all that’s needed is “reasonable doubt,” at least, that satisfies the plot’s needs. It’s about certain, very necessary items. Make sure you have them handy. I’d tend to favor a dark plastic worm on a number two hook, but conditions vary from Aries to Aries.
It was just after SXSW. There were two Austin babes, a skinny runner and a hipster. The skinny runner had the tight black outfit, leggings that rippled with muscles where most folk have resilient stores of flesh, and the hipster? She had on pajama bottoms, an ironic T-Shirt from the 80’s, and instead of a shopping bag, it was an old Halloween bag, reused. It was just such a jarring clash of what makes Austin, well, Austin.
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