Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!
Wind, rain, and thunder, remember earthly man
Is but a substance that must yield to you;
And I (as fits my nature) do obey you.

    Pericles in Shakespeare’s Pericles (II.i.1-4)

The Sun enters the tropical zodiac sign of Libra September 22, 7:55 PM (approximate). Happy Libra.

Horoscopes for 9.20.2018

Libra

Libra

The Scales


One of the problems with my upbringing, my age, I’m one of those who is bereft of a generation. Not quite a member of their demographic, I refuse to be manipulated by some marketing forces. Makes for an interesting life, that’s for sure. As far as family roots themselves? I have pioneer blood as well as scholar’s ink for blood, running in my veins. That being noted, it is hard to define what defines me. I enjoy some sports, and I can participate in some sporting events — fishing comes to mind — or I can entertain a lively discussion about Shakespeare’s lost plays. So the question, for my — happy birthday baby — Libra friends, the question is, what is used to define who you are? I have one — not a Libra — buddy who gave me a stack of books. Unopened, unread, unused, and unloved, those books. When I asked why he had them in the first place, his reply made perfect sense, “I wanted to look smarter.” I think he was also trying to impress a certain woman, but I’m not totally sure about that. Still, I have an abhorrent repellent to books that just look good on a shelf. However, given where the planets are? Is this the right time to just throw those books away? First off, a local public library is the best donation, and second, are you sure that one, over there, in the corner, didn’t you want to glance through it before you tossed it?

“Wow, this is a good book, I need to keep this one.”

Scorpio

Things that do not happen outside Texas? You don’t hear about game wardens with tickets for certain transgressions, like “A Downed Fence is Still a Fence.” Looking through some fishing reports, I happened across an account where some guy had stumbled onto private property, because, in their words as reported by the officers, “Fence was down, so we thought it was OK.” Back to the original comment, “A downed fence is still a fence.” As this applies to Scorpio, pause and consider the admonition, “A downed fence is still a fence.” As this applies to Scorpio?
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    Then charge again: if heaven be not opposed,
    We cannot lose the day.
    Charles in Shakespeare’s Edward III 4.7.85-

Horoscopes for 9.13.2018

Virgo

Virgo

The Virgin


Some days are big things. Birthdays are milestones to some. “More like a stone tied around my neck,” to others. This week, though, as we course our way through Virgo, the message is a little different. It’s not the big things; it is the little things. Mercury and the Sun, both in Virgo, require attention to details. Rather than make this about the big things, this is one of the times when Virgo is best served, doing what you do best, obsessing, you know, in your style, about the details. The little stuff. The details matter, this week, especially this week? Oh how the details matter. “God is in the details,” is the way the expression was taught to me, and this is a week when that rings true, truer than before. So this is a week to look at the little stuff.

I rerouted a cable behind my working desk. No big deal in and of itself. And technically, wires don’t flow information any faster based on the configuration. Straight, crooked, coiled, no, it doesn’t let the data flow any faster, but just taking care of one little details made me feel better. Details. Look out for the details.

“See, if the wire is straight, the electrons transfer data more quickly.”

Really? Going to go with that one, still?

Libra

Not yet. So not yet. Patience, little one. My dear Libra friends, this is about waiting until the time is right, and the time isn’t right, not now. Close? Sure. A good idea? Yes. But now? No, not yet. So close. Yes, you can feel it. I can feel it, and I’m not even Libra. But the answer is “No, not yet.” The biggest challenge?
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    Think not, although in writing I preferr’d
    The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
    That therefore I have forg’d, or am not able
    Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen.

Gloucester in Shakespeare’s Henry VI part 1 (III.i.10-3)

Horoscopes for 9.6.2018

Virgo

Virgo

The Virgin


A marketing “expert” explained to me that message has to be seen by a consumer at least fourteen times (citation needed) before the consumer will commit. Another, so-called, expert suggested that studies proved that a consumer would commit in less than seven exposures to the same message. With online ads, I know repeated exposure just numbs the brain rather than making it more likely, repeated ensures and annoys me to the point there’s a certain cable company I will never use again because of dubious advertising claims. However, I am the opposite of most consumers. I am not typical. As a birthday Virgo, the question remains, “How many times must you be exposed before buying?” One? Three? Fifteen? A hundred? My studies prove that there is no way to coerce, cajole, or chide a Virgo into anything that the Virgo doesn’t want. It’s Virgo birthday time. Still Virgo season. Think about the things that you really want, not what we think you should want, and then? Like the weekly inscription intones, rehearse it with your pen. Write it out — now how many times? Seven? Fourteen? What was the magic number?

Libra

One particular opera I listened to — several times over — that one opera? The last time I listened, in its entirety, a new (to me) version of the audio tracks? I had on new headphones. Earpieces, really, but call them headphones for now. That brought out the orchestration, and at the end of each act, three acts to an opera, there was huge build-up to a crashing conclusion. Horns, strings, drums, bass, and treble, all concluding with a final “crash!”
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