Emotional upheaval dead ahead!
Don't worry, upheaval can bring awesome changes too — so don't freak out yet! To make the most of tonight, at midnight make a wish while looking at the moon and set your new year off with an optimistic bang! To 2010 and making all your wishes come true!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Mercury goes Retrograde
Oh no, not again.
Tis the season to be late, misinformed, conscious of our past and understand the laws of cause and effect better.
Tis the season to be late, misinformed, conscious of our past and understand the laws of cause and effect better.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Venus enters Capricorn
Forget idealism, now it's just about the cold hard facts.
When it comes to love, Capricorn style, it means reprioritizing your emotions and as it goes, it most likely means revaluing yourself too. As it should be, you should always know you're hot, just like Ja’ime:
When it comes to love, Capricorn style, it means reprioritizing your emotions and as it goes, it most likely means revaluing yourself too. As it should be, you should always know you're hot, just like Ja’ime:
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sun enters Capricorn
Time to be the HBIC.
Now is not the time to hesitate on going after what you want, so take your lessons from this HBIC on how to better rule your world.
Now is not the time to hesitate on going after what you want, so take your lessons from this HBIC on how to better rule your world.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Mars goes retrograde in Leo
Beware of self-sabotaging behaviors and prep yourself for many humbling experiences.
Until March 2010, this is your best time to lay low and chill out in the grandest style you know. Lavish yourself with old favorites and remind yourself who is King. After all, three months through the dead of winter will give you plenty of time on your hands, best to ensure yourself a little serenity through it.
For today though, to kick off this dramatic cycle, plus mixed with the crazy post blizzard aftershocks, it makes a fab time for a movie marathon! One for your queue is one of my faves, "The Changeling"(1980), starring George C. Scott, who plays a famous composer that tragically loses his wife and daughter and must start anew. He moves to an old mansion, which happens to start haunting him, driving him to have to uncover the mystery of the house and the secrets it holds...
Update: Summer Heights High is the funniest and most brilliant thing I have seen in ages! You must watch! ...It was at the movie marathon I was at, that we got detoured from our original programming when our friend Tubby brought Summer Heights High and slipped it on in, sucking us instantly in and 3.5 hours later, we were all dying for more.
What it’s about, straight from Wikipedia: Summer Heights High is a Logie Award-winning [1] Australian television mockumentary series written by and starring Chris Lilley. It is a parody of high school life epitomized by its three protagonists: effeminate and megalomaniacal "Director of Performing Arts" Mr. G; self-absorbed, privileged teenager Ja'mie King; and disobedient, vulgar Tongan student Jonah Takalua, all played by Lilley. It lampoons Australian high school life and many aspects of the human condition and is filmed in a documentary style, with non-actors playing supporting characters.
The link to the entire season!
Ja’ime is my fave. Love them all, but she’s got a special place in my heart. Here is a bonus Ja’ime clip…
Until March 2010, this is your best time to lay low and chill out in the grandest style you know. Lavish yourself with old favorites and remind yourself who is King. After all, three months through the dead of winter will give you plenty of time on your hands, best to ensure yourself a little serenity through it.
For today though, to kick off this dramatic cycle, plus mixed with the crazy post blizzard aftershocks, it makes a fab time for a movie marathon! One for your queue is one of my faves, "The Changeling"(1980), starring George C. Scott, who plays a famous composer that tragically loses his wife and daughter and must start anew. He moves to an old mansion, which happens to start haunting him, driving him to have to uncover the mystery of the house and the secrets it holds...
Update: Summer Heights High is the funniest and most brilliant thing I have seen in ages! You must watch! ...It was at the movie marathon I was at, that we got detoured from our original programming when our friend Tubby brought Summer Heights High and slipped it on in, sucking us instantly in and 3.5 hours later, we were all dying for more.
What it’s about, straight from Wikipedia: Summer Heights High is a Logie Award-winning [1] Australian television mockumentary series written by and starring Chris Lilley. It is a parody of high school life epitomized by its three protagonists: effeminate and megalomaniacal "Director of Performing Arts" Mr. G; self-absorbed, privileged teenager Ja'mie King; and disobedient, vulgar Tongan student Jonah Takalua, all played by Lilley. It lampoons Australian high school life and many aspects of the human condition and is filmed in a documentary style, with non-actors playing supporting characters.
The link to the entire season!
Ja’ime is my fave. Love them all, but she’s got a special place in my heart. Here is a bonus Ja’ime clip…
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
New Moon In Sagittarius
Ready, Set, Go!
In true new moon in Sagittarius spirit, things suddenly got hectic and with way too many more things to do...However, in times like this, it's important to take that moment to just breathe and nothing like a lame parade to make one get into that zone. Here is a 1 second slide show of the lamest show on earth through the years — The Chinatown Christmas Parade. Note the sidewalks in all the pics. 2007 was my fave....What is the sound of one hang-clapping...
In true new moon in Sagittarius spirit, things suddenly got hectic and with way too many more things to do...However, in times like this, it's important to take that moment to just breathe and nothing like a lame parade to make one get into that zone. Here is a 1 second slide show of the lamest show on earth through the years — The Chinatown Christmas Parade. Note the sidewalks in all the pics. 2007 was my fave....What is the sound of one hang-clapping...
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Mercury enters Capricorn
Like, seriously?
The most romantic day of the year for me is the first snow of the season. I've always felt this way, ever since I was a wee teenager, telling my totally gay boyfriend this and saying when it snowed, he'd have to come and get me out of school, so we can go make-out in it. (He was 24. I was 16...and he never tried anything on me — um, so gay! I dumped him two weeks later.)...Anyway, today was the first snow and I spent most of it sitting at my desk working, working, working...Although I love what I do, I can't help but think I should be outside getting my priorities straight, as in hooping and hollering it up...but now it's raining, so nothing left to revel in anyway. Oh well.
The ten minute snowstorm, view from outside my front door:
The most romantic day of the year for me is the first snow of the season. I've always felt this way, ever since I was a wee teenager, telling my totally gay boyfriend this and saying when it snowed, he'd have to come and get me out of school, so we can go make-out in it. (He was 24. I was 16...and he never tried anything on me — um, so gay! I dumped him two weeks later.)...Anyway, today was the first snow and I spent most of it sitting at my desk working, working, working...Although I love what I do, I can't help but think I should be outside getting my priorities straight, as in hooping and hollering it up...but now it's raining, so nothing left to revel in anyway. Oh well.
The ten minute snowstorm, view from outside my front door:
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Full moon in Gemini
Party of two, seat for one.
Essay on its way....
Update: How Gemini full moon, you think you're going to do one thing and then wind up doing another...So yeah, sucked into the mercury retrograde whirlpool, will hopefully emerge with essay as it goes direct! Until then, don't trust a word I say...
Update: January 15, 2010
Party of two, seat for one.
As a Gemini rising, it’s like I am never really alone, which works out fine, since I spend a lot of time alone, need to spend time alone, like to spend time alone — so much so, its recently gotten to the point where I don’t even understand the purpose of a relationship, other than as a source of regular sex and someone that can to do stuff for me, like move heavy furniture, or get crap for me at the store when I don’t feel like going, etc.
I don’t think I am jaded either, but it’s just how I am and it’s encouraged by my independence. Not to say I’m not social. I love people and being around others, but to everything there is a limit. After all, I’m lazy and I like to do things my way, and going solo makes it the easiest way to go. I don't have to explain anything, wait for anyone and I can get things done fast. Not to say I am not romantic either, because I am — extremely so, which makes any relationship worth it needing to be mind-blowing, because at this point, I’m on that vibe on my own and not looking for a buzz kill… But sometimes I do think about this and wonder if it’s that I’m actually autistic? I do live in my own world, and freak easily by any slight disturbance…
The good thing about my universe though is that it's benevolent and everything works in my favor, at least eventually and if detoured, the ride usually winds up at an equally enthralling destination. Either or, this means I get to OD on ultimate freedom all day, everyday and I know just what to do with it and I celebrate that fact everyday…But then again, what is the sound of a tree that falls in the forest if no one is around to hear it?
Essay on its way....
Update: How Gemini full moon, you think you're going to do one thing and then wind up doing another...So yeah, sucked into the mercury retrograde whirlpool, will hopefully emerge with essay as it goes direct! Until then, don't trust a word I say...
Update: January 15, 2010
Party of two, seat for one.
As a Gemini rising, it’s like I am never really alone, which works out fine, since I spend a lot of time alone, need to spend time alone, like to spend time alone — so much so, its recently gotten to the point where I don’t even understand the purpose of a relationship, other than as a source of regular sex and someone that can to do stuff for me, like move heavy furniture, or get crap for me at the store when I don’t feel like going, etc.
I don’t think I am jaded either, but it’s just how I am and it’s encouraged by my independence. Not to say I’m not social. I love people and being around others, but to everything there is a limit. After all, I’m lazy and I like to do things my way, and going solo makes it the easiest way to go. I don't have to explain anything, wait for anyone and I can get things done fast. Not to say I am not romantic either, because I am — extremely so, which makes any relationship worth it needing to be mind-blowing, because at this point, I’m on that vibe on my own and not looking for a buzz kill… But sometimes I do think about this and wonder if it’s that I’m actually autistic? I do live in my own world, and freak easily by any slight disturbance…
The good thing about my universe though is that it's benevolent and everything works in my favor, at least eventually and if detoured, the ride usually winds up at an equally enthralling destination. Either or, this means I get to OD on ultimate freedom all day, everyday and I know just what to do with it and I celebrate that fact everyday…But then again, what is the sound of a tree that falls in the forest if no one is around to hear it?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Venus enters Sagittarius
Look, feel, exude excitement.
Feeling the pre-winter darkness...in desperate need of iron…read clams are a great source...steamed major amounts of them today — woah, energy overload!!!
Clams for life!
Feeling the pre-winter darkness...in desperate need of iron…read clams are a great source...steamed major amounts of them today — woah, energy overload!!!
Clams for life!
Uranus goes direct
Humanity does exist.
When I lose something in public, living in NYC, I don't expect to ever see it again. Yesterday, I lost my favorite winter hat and today, I got it back!!! Seems someone did turn it into the lost and found at one of the places I was at, Paragon, and they kept it for me. The best part of this story, I asked my tarot cards as soon as I got home if I’d get my hat back, totally expecting the worst cards ever, but they said, "Yes."
…and recently, a friend of mine lost her new laptop in the back of a cab. She tweeted her despair, so I asked my tarot cards about it and they totally said she would get it back and her faith in humanity would be restored — and she did and it did!
Highlight of this story: My cards totally work and people are awesome!!!
When I lose something in public, living in NYC, I don't expect to ever see it again. Yesterday, I lost my favorite winter hat and today, I got it back!!! Seems someone did turn it into the lost and found at one of the places I was at, Paragon, and they kept it for me. The best part of this story, I asked my tarot cards as soon as I got home if I’d get my hat back, totally expecting the worst cards ever, but they said, "Yes."
…and recently, a friend of mine lost her new laptop in the back of a cab. She tweeted her despair, so I asked my tarot cards about it and they totally said she would get it back and her faith in humanity would be restored — and she did and it did!
Highlight of this story: My cards totally work and people are awesome!!!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Mercury in Sagittarius trines Mars in Leo
Extol your heroes.
LAGERFELD CONFIDENTIAL
Can't find the whole movie...working on it...amazing, inspirational and hilarious! Netflix it if you can...otherwise, will hopefully be back with the entire movie!
...Okay, found a wonky link!
...waah, that link won't work for you unless you understand French or can read Chinese. So the best I can do is link you here, where you can rent ($4) or download ($5) to see ASAP.
LAGERFELD CONFIDENTIAL
Can't find the whole movie...working on it...amazing, inspirational and hilarious! Netflix it if you can...otherwise, will hopefully be back with the entire movie!
...Okay, found a wonky link!
...waah, that link won't work for you unless you understand French or can read Chinese. So the best I can do is link you here, where you can rent ($4) or download ($5) to see ASAP.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Sun enters Sagittarius
You're champagne, everyone else is shit.
Happiness from one of my fave filmmakers, Todd Solandz. The perfect intro to the cosmic phase of enlightenment, humor and truth...
Happiness from one of my fave filmmakers, Todd Solandz. The perfect intro to the cosmic phase of enlightenment, humor and truth...
Monday, November 16, 2009
New Moon in Scorpio
Emotional surging and purging.
New moons represent the start of new cycles, and if you're lucky enough to have one fall on your birthday, it means you are the jackpot winner of luck out of all others in your sign and in the next year one of your deepest wishes will come true! Sooo, that means, yeaaah to me!!!
..and also how awesome is today that it has its own Duran Duran song!!!! A band in which I could never of gotten through those early pubescent years without, especially Simon, the man who gave me the first case of the astral panty sweats and unknowingly ignited my career. SIMON, I LOVE YOU!
New moons represent the start of new cycles, and if you're lucky enough to have one fall on your birthday, it means you are the jackpot winner of luck out of all others in your sign and in the next year one of your deepest wishes will come true! Sooo, that means, yeaaah to me!!!
..and also how awesome is today that it has its own Duran Duran song!!!! A band in which I could never of gotten through those early pubescent years without, especially Simon, the man who gave me the first case of the astral panty sweats and unknowingly ignited my career. SIMON, I LOVE YOU!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Mercury enters Sagittarius
Eye-opening mental stimulation is unavoidable.
4:09 p.m.
It’s baaaack. Just one day of warm weather and the rats are out to play. Too bad they suck at playing in traffic in my part of town…but thank god for zoom lenses, because taking these pics gave me the worst heeby geebies ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could barely inch my way over it, holding my breath and having tingly sensations running up and down my spine all the while. All I wanted to do was run, but argh, I needed these shots!!!! So sad I am more scared of it than it is of me even more when its dead — but in this case, this is way more than just dead, it's mutilated and shocking! It totally woke me up, like a shot of adrenalin after just one glimpse — and from several feet away. Damn, if they could only make coffee this strong...Maybe this is a new item I can suggest that Starbuck's can offer, images of disgustingly ravaged carcasses. Best of all: caffeine-free, fat-free and even calorie-free or minus calories in some delicate cases. Their bulimic customers will love it….just too many tangents to go off on today...Oh, and for total upchucking revulsion, click on the pic.
11:34 p.m.
4:09 p.m.
It’s baaaack. Just one day of warm weather and the rats are out to play. Too bad they suck at playing in traffic in my part of town…but thank god for zoom lenses, because taking these pics gave me the worst heeby geebies ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could barely inch my way over it, holding my breath and having tingly sensations running up and down my spine all the while. All I wanted to do was run, but argh, I needed these shots!!!! So sad I am more scared of it than it is of me even more when its dead — but in this case, this is way more than just dead, it's mutilated and shocking! It totally woke me up, like a shot of adrenalin after just one glimpse — and from several feet away. Damn, if they could only make coffee this strong...Maybe this is a new item I can suggest that Starbuck's can offer, images of disgustingly ravaged carcasses. Best of all: caffeine-free, fat-free and even calorie-free or minus calories in some delicate cases. Their bulimic customers will love it….just too many tangents to go off on today...Oh, and for total upchucking revulsion, click on the pic.
11:34 p.m.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Venus enters Scorpio
Love, madness and obsession...
I never thought it'd happen to me, but I totally turned into one of those people who whips out baby pictures at the drop of a hat — because my lil nephew is such perfection!!! I can't even help myself...Seriously, once you witness him, you won't be able to deny the love either...Here are some highlights of our past weekend together...
...and just so you know, he's a double Capricorn with a Leo rising. In fact, when he was being born, my brother was texting me updates, to which I let him know, "You guys better have that baby before 8:40 pm!" It was dire I get a Leo rising nephew, and I did!!!! ...and since then, he's never let me down.
I never thought it'd happen to me, but I totally turned into one of those people who whips out baby pictures at the drop of a hat — because my lil nephew is such perfection!!! I can't even help myself...Seriously, once you witness him, you won't be able to deny the love either...Here are some highlights of our past weekend together...
...and just so you know, he's a double Capricorn with a Leo rising. In fact, when he was being born, my brother was texting me updates, to which I let him know, "You guys better have that baby before 8:40 pm!" It was dire I get a Leo rising nephew, and I did!!!! ...and since then, he's never let me down.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Neptune goes direct in Aquarius
Daydreams no longer have to lead you astray.
Good times are back, as the planet of delusion is working in proper order once again and helping bridge fantasy to reality, making worthy escapes only a few possible thoughts away.
Dance! Dance! Dance!
(Wham! My favorite Prozac...."Let me take you to the place, Where membership's a smiling face, Brush shoulders with the stars. Where strangers take you by the hand, And welcome you to wonderland - From beneath their panamas...Club Tropicana, drinks are free, Fun and sunshine - there's enough for everyone. All that's missing is the sea, But don't worry, you can suntan!" ...taking anything serious after this would be impossible.)
Good times are back, as the planet of delusion is working in proper order once again and helping bridge fantasy to reality, making worthy escapes only a few possible thoughts away.
Dance! Dance! Dance!
(Wham! My favorite Prozac...."Let me take you to the place, Where membership's a smiling face, Brush shoulders with the stars. Where strangers take you by the hand, And welcome you to wonderland - From beneath their panamas...Club Tropicana, drinks are free, Fun and sunshine - there's enough for everyone. All that's missing is the sea, But don't worry, you can suntan!" ...taking anything serious after this would be impossible.)
Monday, November 2, 2009
Full moon in Taurus
Happiness, comfort and love!
...After staring at the amazing full moon last night on the corner of some random street in Brooklyn, headed to my friend's house to work on editing a video, stopping at the grocery first to scour for something to bring over...he's a Libra, so, think classy...At C-town, that would be ice cream with the word truffle on it...but unbeknownst to me, my attempt at graciousness turned me into a total hog that scarfed practically the whole container after just one taste shortly after arrival...
The point: If you want a one way ticket to heaven, Haagen-Dazs White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle is the express line...and Libras are so congenial they don't even think it's rude when you bring over something, then eat it all yourself.
...After staring at the amazing full moon last night on the corner of some random street in Brooklyn, headed to my friend's house to work on editing a video, stopping at the grocery first to scour for something to bring over...he's a Libra, so, think classy...At C-town, that would be ice cream with the word truffle on it...but unbeknownst to me, my attempt at graciousness turned me into a total hog that scarfed practically the whole container after just one taste shortly after arrival...
The point: If you want a one way ticket to heaven, Haagen-Dazs White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle is the express line...and Libras are so congenial they don't even think it's rude when you bring over something, then eat it all yourself.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Saturn enters Libra
The reality reformation begins.
I’m a peeper. As a kid, I totally snuck over to the Christmas tree when no one was around and carefully pulled back the taped corner to see what was inside. It wasn’t so much the knowing, as it was being in on a secret and ahead of something before it was suppose to happen that thrilled me. In my adult life, that curiosity transferred into an addiction to psychics.
Yes, I get I’m a lazy shit by doing things that way, but I can’t help myself. To think someone can just tell me what’s going to happen and then to let it happen sounds like a dream. After all, wouldn’t it be divine to just know and not have to get out of bed until I had to or wanted to? The idea of instant gratification and feeling prepared thrills me, but the irony is that I suck at going to psychics. As much as I want to believe, I rarely have ever had a reading that really floored me — except a few sporadic ones that happened magically…but I have kept trying nonetheless. My encounters are endless too, shamefully so, but fun, sort of. I’d say the worst one was driving with a friend and getting lost and taking over 5 hours to get to a normally 2 hour away destination after waiting 3 months for an appointment and having to end the reading after 10 minutes because I was TOTALLY getting racially profiled. I have no career in computers, brilliant math skills or crazy conservative parents I felt I had to rebel from. I wasn’t rude, but I wasn’t going to pay for that shit. I left, taking my friend with me; explaining to her that she would of probably been told her that she needs to stop chasing after her baby daddy and to get off welfare.
Another incident I had was after reading a book about mediums; so intrigued, I contacted the author and booked an appointment. I had to wait a few months for a phone reading, but it was going to be amazing, so I didn’t care…so I thought. She was an artist, so her thing was that she drew a portrait of whom she contacted. With a souvenir to boot, I didn’t even care I was going to fork over bigger cash for it, until I got an unimpressive reading and then a week later, a sketch of some random old white dude that in no way could resemble any grandfather in my family tree, no matter how hard you shook the branches. I was respectful of her and what she did despite it all, and sent her an email asking if psychics like doctors just can’t work for everyone and that you’d have to find your match. I also explained very diplomatically that the drawing wasn’t anyone I knew. She didn’t address any of my questions or statements and automatically sent me my money back — which I didn’t even ask for, but was totally happy to get.
Then there was Lily Dale. Two summers ago, a friend that happens to be a psychic told me about this town of spiritualists and that the mediums that practice there have to pass a test to prove his or her abilities. Sounded amazing, signed a friend up with me and then booked a flight to fly two hours north, then drive another hour to get there. Although it was the end of the season, we were able to get an appointment with someone considered one of the best. We were totally psyched. It got even more exciting when my friend who took the appointment before me came back saying unbelievable things — like how the psychic knew details of how she spent her morning!!!! Insane! Of course for me, it wasn’t quite that way.
The life he unfurled for me sounded like nothing I’d ever want, was headed for or even aspired to and it made me irritated at how general it seemed and how he asked questions to get information. Among the worst thing he told me that grated on my nerves was seeing me living in a starter home off the east coast of Florida — and not even Miami, somewhere in the middle. There was no way in hell I’d ever live in a starter home off the east coast of Florida!!! Why???? If I could afford an apartment in Manhattan, why would I choose a starter home in Florida? He then also made a lot of other off predictions, I guess assuming I was just out of college and confused. It aggravated me so; I went back after and asked for my money back. It was a rule of the town, so I enforced it.
Not to say all my experiences were awful. I’ve had totally magical experiences that have happened at the most fated times too. Like just this summer at the beach I met a palm reader that was amazing. He even knew how many homes I had lived in and the tarot readings I got from a friend that foretold a predicament I would be in with two people and how it would go down — even with me swearing up and down it would never happen like that… The most insane of all psychic experiences thou happened on one of my worst days ever, from this girl I barely knew that I wound up talking to at a holiday lunch party I had to go to for a rag I was freelancing for at the time. I was fresh off being blindsided by a break-up I never thought would of happened and couldn’t have been more of a wreck. Plus, the weather was the worst — dark, cold and wet and my vision was so blurry from crying, I don’t even know how I found my way to the restaurant.
As soon as she started talking to me I knew she knew things, from all the crazy things she was saying. After lunch, we went back to my place and for 7 hours she told me things I never thought anyone could know, totally blowing my mind and giving me a direction to be able to move ahead again. It was a miracle. Subsequently, exact time frames and predictions she made were accurate and even details of the past were dead on. It was so freaky; it even crept her out — after all, her job was as an editor, not Miss Cleo. However, not everything said happened and ultimately I chose a different option than what she predicted, but only after making major and possibly too many time-consuming fruitless efforts to keep my “fate.”
As of today, if I had to give a statistic, I would say for every 10 bad readings there is one that stands out, but even so, no one has spelled it out for me. There have been foibles in all readings and all too many false positives. Obviously, the correct comment to make after that is, “Duh, only I can know the real answers, etc., etc.,” but if only it were that simple.
Of course, through sorting it out and seeing the cause and lazy effect on me, I do wonder why I attempt to leave my fate in the hands of strangers so often — especially since I am a bit of a curmudgeon at heart. While parallels with predictions have happened, I get that at best, a psychic only can see a path I can take, but that there are endless possibilities and until I get there, see the situation, feel what I need to feel and do what I have to, nothing is a given…. But how do I stop the control freak in me and realize the uselessness in trying to gauge what lies ahead, so I can zone out in la la land instead? Can reality ever be as exciting as my daydreams in which I never have to take responsibility in? I guess now is the time I’ll be finding out.
I’m a peeper. As a kid, I totally snuck over to the Christmas tree when no one was around and carefully pulled back the taped corner to see what was inside. It wasn’t so much the knowing, as it was being in on a secret and ahead of something before it was suppose to happen that thrilled me. In my adult life, that curiosity transferred into an addiction to psychics.
Yes, I get I’m a lazy shit by doing things that way, but I can’t help myself. To think someone can just tell me what’s going to happen and then to let it happen sounds like a dream. After all, wouldn’t it be divine to just know and not have to get out of bed until I had to or wanted to? The idea of instant gratification and feeling prepared thrills me, but the irony is that I suck at going to psychics. As much as I want to believe, I rarely have ever had a reading that really floored me — except a few sporadic ones that happened magically…but I have kept trying nonetheless. My encounters are endless too, shamefully so, but fun, sort of. I’d say the worst one was driving with a friend and getting lost and taking over 5 hours to get to a normally 2 hour away destination after waiting 3 months for an appointment and having to end the reading after 10 minutes because I was TOTALLY getting racially profiled. I have no career in computers, brilliant math skills or crazy conservative parents I felt I had to rebel from. I wasn’t rude, but I wasn’t going to pay for that shit. I left, taking my friend with me; explaining to her that she would of probably been told her that she needs to stop chasing after her baby daddy and to get off welfare.
Another incident I had was after reading a book about mediums; so intrigued, I contacted the author and booked an appointment. I had to wait a few months for a phone reading, but it was going to be amazing, so I didn’t care…so I thought. She was an artist, so her thing was that she drew a portrait of whom she contacted. With a souvenir to boot, I didn’t even care I was going to fork over bigger cash for it, until I got an unimpressive reading and then a week later, a sketch of some random old white dude that in no way could resemble any grandfather in my family tree, no matter how hard you shook the branches. I was respectful of her and what she did despite it all, and sent her an email asking if psychics like doctors just can’t work for everyone and that you’d have to find your match. I also explained very diplomatically that the drawing wasn’t anyone I knew. She didn’t address any of my questions or statements and automatically sent me my money back — which I didn’t even ask for, but was totally happy to get.
Then there was Lily Dale. Two summers ago, a friend that happens to be a psychic told me about this town of spiritualists and that the mediums that practice there have to pass a test to prove his or her abilities. Sounded amazing, signed a friend up with me and then booked a flight to fly two hours north, then drive another hour to get there. Although it was the end of the season, we were able to get an appointment with someone considered one of the best. We were totally psyched. It got even more exciting when my friend who took the appointment before me came back saying unbelievable things — like how the psychic knew details of how she spent her morning!!!! Insane! Of course for me, it wasn’t quite that way.
The life he unfurled for me sounded like nothing I’d ever want, was headed for or even aspired to and it made me irritated at how general it seemed and how he asked questions to get information. Among the worst thing he told me that grated on my nerves was seeing me living in a starter home off the east coast of Florida — and not even Miami, somewhere in the middle. There was no way in hell I’d ever live in a starter home off the east coast of Florida!!! Why???? If I could afford an apartment in Manhattan, why would I choose a starter home in Florida? He then also made a lot of other off predictions, I guess assuming I was just out of college and confused. It aggravated me so; I went back after and asked for my money back. It was a rule of the town, so I enforced it.
Not to say all my experiences were awful. I’ve had totally magical experiences that have happened at the most fated times too. Like just this summer at the beach I met a palm reader that was amazing. He even knew how many homes I had lived in and the tarot readings I got from a friend that foretold a predicament I would be in with two people and how it would go down — even with me swearing up and down it would never happen like that… The most insane of all psychic experiences thou happened on one of my worst days ever, from this girl I barely knew that I wound up talking to at a holiday lunch party I had to go to for a rag I was freelancing for at the time. I was fresh off being blindsided by a break-up I never thought would of happened and couldn’t have been more of a wreck. Plus, the weather was the worst — dark, cold and wet and my vision was so blurry from crying, I don’t even know how I found my way to the restaurant.
As soon as she started talking to me I knew she knew things, from all the crazy things she was saying. After lunch, we went back to my place and for 7 hours she told me things I never thought anyone could know, totally blowing my mind and giving me a direction to be able to move ahead again. It was a miracle. Subsequently, exact time frames and predictions she made were accurate and even details of the past were dead on. It was so freaky; it even crept her out — after all, her job was as an editor, not Miss Cleo. However, not everything said happened and ultimately I chose a different option than what she predicted, but only after making major and possibly too many time-consuming fruitless efforts to keep my “fate.”
As of today, if I had to give a statistic, I would say for every 10 bad readings there is one that stands out, but even so, no one has spelled it out for me. There have been foibles in all readings and all too many false positives. Obviously, the correct comment to make after that is, “Duh, only I can know the real answers, etc., etc.,” but if only it were that simple.
Of course, through sorting it out and seeing the cause and lazy effect on me, I do wonder why I attempt to leave my fate in the hands of strangers so often — especially since I am a bit of a curmudgeon at heart. While parallels with predictions have happened, I get that at best, a psychic only can see a path I can take, but that there are endless possibilities and until I get there, see the situation, feel what I need to feel and do what I have to, nothing is a given…. But how do I stop the control freak in me and realize the uselessness in trying to gauge what lies ahead, so I can zone out in la la land instead? Can reality ever be as exciting as my daydreams in which I never have to take responsibility in? I guess now is the time I’ll be finding out.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Mercury enters Scorpio, my solar 1st
A period of self-realizations.
I, like any self-respecting double Scorpio, feel suspicious and secretive about everything. I know I am obsessive and I can't hold myself back from having my mind go over the deep end in most everything I do. Even if it's not showing on my face, it's completely boiling over in my head. Despite my Gemini rising, I am prudent with my methods of communication, as any thing straying from the norm might possibly lead me to a new neurotic way of projecting and well, who wants to even chance that? However, ventured into trying the chat option on my Gmail today, which for some reason I never did ever and wow, it's sooo much fun! Who ever would of thought!!!
Seriously, it's like I am a cave woman that has just been defrosted in the modern age. I'm completely marveling at this new discovery!!! Tonight, I "chatted" with my friend that is traveling in Brazil and has been surfing in paradise; then my friend that lives in Korea logged on and was in Vietnam on a business trip; all the while chatted with my friend that lives down the street recovering from spinal meningitis. Later, my friend living in Israel appeared and I was able to wish him a Happy Birthday in real time!
Conclusion: I am totally retarded, but slightly less now.
I, like any self-respecting double Scorpio, feel suspicious and secretive about everything. I know I am obsessive and I can't hold myself back from having my mind go over the deep end in most everything I do. Even if it's not showing on my face, it's completely boiling over in my head. Despite my Gemini rising, I am prudent with my methods of communication, as any thing straying from the norm might possibly lead me to a new neurotic way of projecting and well, who wants to even chance that? However, ventured into trying the chat option on my Gmail today, which for some reason I never did ever and wow, it's sooo much fun! Who ever would of thought!!!
Seriously, it's like I am a cave woman that has just been defrosted in the modern age. I'm completely marveling at this new discovery!!! Tonight, I "chatted" with my friend that is traveling in Brazil and has been surfing in paradise; then my friend that lives in Korea logged on and was in Vietnam on a business trip; all the while chatted with my friend that lives down the street recovering from spinal meningitis. Later, my friend living in Israel appeared and I was able to wish him a Happy Birthday in real time!
Conclusion: I am totally retarded, but slightly less now.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Sun enters Scorpio
Feel the hotness.
Scorpio energy is in the air, infusing our brains with pure intensity. Funk it up with one of the sexiest bands of all time: The Ohio Players.
Scorpio energy is in the air, infusing our brains with pure intensity. Funk it up with one of the sexiest bands of all time: The Ohio Players.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
New Moon In Libra, my natal 5th
Feeling a little bit Siskel and a little bit Ebert.
Coincidentally, over the last week I've seen an exorbitant amount of movies at the theatre than normal. Although there were a few trips, there were not a few movies worth remembering...so here are my two cents on the current state of choices at the cinema:
Jennifer's Body
Hot chicks (Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried) and a hot guy (Adam Brody) being bad, a winning combination that could never go wrong. If you take seeing this too seriously, you maybe should reconsider your whole attitude towards life. Sure, not exactly worth the $12 for the experience, unless you are one of those pervy men that like to go alone to moan out loud at the girl-on-girl kissing action, which is so ambiguous on who is doing it, you might as well stay home and try to imagine it with your cash still in your pocket. Otherwise, a perfectly fun and mindless time to share with friends and a bag of Twizzlers.
Paranormal Activity
Yawn fucking yawn. If they only edited out the last 5 seconds before the prologue, it could have been saved from absolute lame-o cheesiness. Had a few moments, but argh, who was paid to pump up the hype? They totally sold their soul to the devil, because this movie was straight up retarded...It was such a rip-off, to compensate we had to sneak into another movie, which lead us to...
The Stepfather
Not something I would of choose to see had it not been starting just as the other movie let out and had lots of extra seats available to be able to sit anywhere. I saw the original of this movie and love it!!!! This, not so much. It wasn't a total karaoke version, but it had its own moments of suspense...Not the best, but not the worst. Rent the original, it's way better.
Where The Wild Things Are
A forty-eight-page book that consists mostly of pictures stretched over a span of approximately 90 minutes to create a movie. You decide if that sounds like a good idea.
Coincidentally, over the last week I've seen an exorbitant amount of movies at the theatre than normal. Although there were a few trips, there were not a few movies worth remembering...so here are my two cents on the current state of choices at the cinema:
Jennifer's Body
Hot chicks (Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried) and a hot guy (Adam Brody) being bad, a winning combination that could never go wrong. If you take seeing this too seriously, you maybe should reconsider your whole attitude towards life. Sure, not exactly worth the $12 for the experience, unless you are one of those pervy men that like to go alone to moan out loud at the girl-on-girl kissing action, which is so ambiguous on who is doing it, you might as well stay home and try to imagine it with your cash still in your pocket. Otherwise, a perfectly fun and mindless time to share with friends and a bag of Twizzlers.
Paranormal Activity
Yawn fucking yawn. If they only edited out the last 5 seconds before the prologue, it could have been saved from absolute lame-o cheesiness. Had a few moments, but argh, who was paid to pump up the hype? They totally sold their soul to the devil, because this movie was straight up retarded...It was such a rip-off, to compensate we had to sneak into another movie, which lead us to...
The Stepfather
Not something I would of choose to see had it not been starting just as the other movie let out and had lots of extra seats available to be able to sit anywhere. I saw the original of this movie and love it!!!! This, not so much. It wasn't a total karaoke version, but it had its own moments of suspense...Not the best, but not the worst. Rent the original, it's way better.
Where The Wild Things Are
A forty-eight-page book that consists mostly of pictures stretched over a span of approximately 90 minutes to create a movie. You decide if that sounds like a good idea.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Mars enters Leo
Major action!!!!!
Mars, the planet of sex, ambition, passion and aggressive has entered into Leo today, the sign of drama, creativity and pride until June 7, 2010!!!! This is major news, because typically Mars only sticks around in a sign for about a month. So, with this transit, realize it won't be forgiving times and if you don't push your ass to get to the next level of your dreams, only you will be to blame!!! So, get on the ball!! To help you out, here are the areas of your life to go balls to the wall in making this influence work for you for the next 8 months:
Aries (March 21-April 19): romance, risk-taking, entertainment industry.
Taurus (April 20- May 20): home, family, laying down foundations for your own business.
Gemini (May 21- June 20): communications, building a community, learning.
Cancer (June 21-July 22): money, confidence, security.
Leo (July 23- August 22): image, leadership, initiating new ideas.
Virgo (August 23- September 22): dealing with the past, developing your intuition, creating a legacy.
Libra (September 23- October 22): friendships, humanitarian causes, technology.
Scorpio (October 23-November 21): career, persona/status, authority figure issues.
Sagittarius (November 22- December 21): idealism, global travel/affairs, spiritual development.
Capricorn (December 22-January 19): sex, commissioned money/inheritances/taxes, intimacy.
Aquarius (January 20-February 19): committed partnerships, diplomacy, art.
Pisces (February 20-March 20): routines, health, service to others.
Mars, the planet of sex, ambition, passion and aggressive has entered into Leo today, the sign of drama, creativity and pride until June 7, 2010!!!! This is major news, because typically Mars only sticks around in a sign for about a month. So, with this transit, realize it won't be forgiving times and if you don't push your ass to get to the next level of your dreams, only you will be to blame!!! So, get on the ball!! To help you out, here are the areas of your life to go balls to the wall in making this influence work for you for the next 8 months:
Aries (March 21-April 19): romance, risk-taking, entertainment industry.
Taurus (April 20- May 20): home, family, laying down foundations for your own business.
Gemini (May 21- June 20): communications, building a community, learning.
Cancer (June 21-July 22): money, confidence, security.
Leo (July 23- August 22): image, leadership, initiating new ideas.
Virgo (August 23- September 22): dealing with the past, developing your intuition, creating a legacy.
Libra (September 23- October 22): friendships, humanitarian causes, technology.
Scorpio (October 23-November 21): career, persona/status, authority figure issues.
Sagittarius (November 22- December 21): idealism, global travel/affairs, spiritual development.
Capricorn (December 22-January 19): sex, commissioned money/inheritances/taxes, intimacy.
Aquarius (January 20-February 19): committed partnerships, diplomacy, art.
Pisces (February 20-March 20): routines, health, service to others.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Venus enters Libra
It's all about the pretty now.
Time to get obsessed with your vanity and realize feeling gorgeous isn't just a state of mind. To sort out the best looks for you, without regret, log onto TAAZ, a website to do virtual make-overs and test the waters of your creativity and brashness before jumping in.
Time to get obsessed with your vanity and realize feeling gorgeous isn't just a state of mind. To sort out the best looks for you, without regret, log onto TAAZ, a website to do virtual make-overs and test the waters of your creativity and brashness before jumping in.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Mercury re-enters Libra, my solar 12th and trines my natal 1st
Decisions, decisions, decisions....
Late afternoon...
With anything serious, I hate making decisions. I like when things are so obvious, they make me giggle. With anything in the 12th house, especially Mercury, it's all about introspection and thinking in terms of your legacy — which makes choosing what to do seem soo much more dire, and of course, this makes me crazy, as I've got a perfectionist streak in me and realize it takes a helleva lot of effort to get it all wrapped up in a pretty and perfectly glamorous bow...and to add to that, I am also extremely lazy, and would prefer it all just happen around me and to just have to nod my head in agreement when necessary and then do as little as required...that is why I hate making decisions. It stalls everything, as my brain jumps all over the place and I can get lost in the options, possibilities, etc. If I just don't know, it must not be good — as in too many choices, too many booby traps.
Late evening...
If it doesn't make me feel good, fuck it...
Later evening...
But what if being torn feels good? It's better to feel something than nothing, right?
Next afternoon, 11 hours of sleep later...
Apathy answers all.
Late afternoon...
With anything serious, I hate making decisions. I like when things are so obvious, they make me giggle. With anything in the 12th house, especially Mercury, it's all about introspection and thinking in terms of your legacy — which makes choosing what to do seem soo much more dire, and of course, this makes me crazy, as I've got a perfectionist streak in me and realize it takes a helleva lot of effort to get it all wrapped up in a pretty and perfectly glamorous bow...and to add to that, I am also extremely lazy, and would prefer it all just happen around me and to just have to nod my head in agreement when necessary and then do as little as required...that is why I hate making decisions. It stalls everything, as my brain jumps all over the place and I can get lost in the options, possibilities, etc. If I just don't know, it must not be good — as in too many choices, too many booby traps.
Late evening...
If it doesn't make me feel good, fuck it...
Later evening...
But what if being torn feels good? It's better to feel something than nothing, right?
Next afternoon, 11 hours of sleep later...
Apathy answers all.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Full moon in Aries
It's all about me.
The number 119 follows me. On clocks, I see 1:19 am/pm, 10:19, 11:09, (zeros are not considered in numerology). On invoices, counters, random areas, etc., it’s incessant. It’s occurred so much, that most of the time now it feels extra eerie, an in super happenstance situations where I randomly look up for no reason to see it, like on a passing bus or a marker on the side of a highway, or an exit during a road trip or even randomly winding up in front of houses that are that number.
Even stranger is after I tell friends I see this number; they will start to see it with me. For instance, a few years ago while away for a weekend with two friends, after telling them the night before I keep seeing this number, we pulled into a gas station and the pump right before just had someone buy exactly $119 worth of gas. That was by far the freakiest one yet.
I had a slew of theories for why this was possible, like it would be a significant date, time or person that would mean something to me — as in birth time, birth date or numerological name… So far, my only possible connection is two of my most psychic experiences have been with people born with 119 in their birthdays, as in Nov. 9 and Sept. 11. My one friend, who is also one of those most psychic people I ever met, thought the numbers were markers of some kind, to let me know I was on the right path and that life was moving along properly. Her theory was my favorite and when I see it, it’s like a nod in my own mind that life is just dandy — which is pleasant, because it does offer a sense of perspective.
Of course, this is all speculation and it could just be another random coincidence that I should let go and stop being so kookoo about...but I can't, so I don't...and oddly enough, this full moon was exactly at 11.9' degrees Aries in my natal 11th house, the house of hopes and wishes...what does this means? I can only hope it brings a cavalcade of excitement...and even crazier, when I got home tonight, this was the time on my stove:
The number 119 follows me. On clocks, I see 1:19 am/pm, 10:19, 11:09, (zeros are not considered in numerology). On invoices, counters, random areas, etc., it’s incessant. It’s occurred so much, that most of the time now it feels extra eerie, an in super happenstance situations where I randomly look up for no reason to see it, like on a passing bus or a marker on the side of a highway, or an exit during a road trip or even randomly winding up in front of houses that are that number.
Even stranger is after I tell friends I see this number; they will start to see it with me. For instance, a few years ago while away for a weekend with two friends, after telling them the night before I keep seeing this number, we pulled into a gas station and the pump right before just had someone buy exactly $119 worth of gas. That was by far the freakiest one yet.
I had a slew of theories for why this was possible, like it would be a significant date, time or person that would mean something to me — as in birth time, birth date or numerological name… So far, my only possible connection is two of my most psychic experiences have been with people born with 119 in their birthdays, as in Nov. 9 and Sept. 11. My one friend, who is also one of those most psychic people I ever met, thought the numbers were markers of some kind, to let me know I was on the right path and that life was moving along properly. Her theory was my favorite and when I see it, it’s like a nod in my own mind that life is just dandy — which is pleasant, because it does offer a sense of perspective.
Of course, this is all speculation and it could just be another random coincidence that I should let go and stop being so kookoo about...but I can't, so I don't...and oddly enough, this full moon was exactly at 11.9' degrees Aries in my natal 11th house, the house of hopes and wishes...what does this means? I can only hope it brings a cavalcade of excitement...and even crazier, when I got home tonight, this was the time on my stove:
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Mercury goes direct!
Free at last!
Break out the dancing shoes and do a jig, ding dong the wicked witch is dead. Communication breakdowns no more and clarity back on its way!
Break out the dancing shoes and do a jig, ding dong the wicked witch is dead. Communication breakdowns no more and clarity back on its way!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Moon in Sagittarius
Adventure calling.
Fall foliage report from Greyhound Bus 128 NYC to Keene, New Hampshire
131 St and Adam Clayton, NYC
New Haven, CT
Springfield, MA
Brattleboro, VT
Fall foliage report from Greyhound Bus 128 NYC to Keene, New Hampshire
131 St and Adam Clayton, NYC
New Haven, CT
Springfield, MA
Brattleboro, VT
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sun enters Libra, my natal 5th
Lights, Camera, Action!
Mark your calendars for October 12th and get ready for yours truly on THE TYRA SHOW!!!!!
Mark your calendars for October 12th and get ready for yours truly on THE TYRA SHOW!!!!!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Venus enters Virgo
Feeling sane is okay.
I feel it is my job to tempt fate. Doing what I do, knowing what I know and having to keep track of the things I have to track, that is why I must do what I do. If I say not to so something, I can't help but to sometimes go the opposite way and see what comes of it... Day one of Mercury retrograde, the official day the chaos ensues with crazy communication disruptions and supposedly sticking to the main rule: don't buy electronics — but after a month of trying to exist without TV and my apartment starting to feel like a spiritual retreat, I had to give in and one night compulsively bought a TV on the Internet and then an ipod the next day, due to my old one kamikazing into a fountain a few days prior. Although I knew it was wrong and I was probably pulling out the Queen of Spades at the bottom of a house of cards, I couldn't wait.
So far, the TV reunion has been nothing but true love. The ipod on the other hand acted up immediately, shifting songs sporadically in-between play. At first, I tried to ignore it, the next I spent cursing the fact that I should have known better, the retrograde fucking shit sucking ass fuck….made time to get back to the Apple store, waited on the line and DUH! It's like I am from 1837 sometimes, found out about the shuffle option on the ipod and that it’s something “fun.” A feature for modern enthusiasts to marvel over, but for me another irritant to shut down. Feeling stupid and behind, the chirpy salesperson then tells me I should return the ipod anyway because a new one is coming out and it has a video camera! Woohoo, seems this retrograde is working out in another mystery way!
Days later ditched the ipod and got upgraded to the new one and unloaded both my old ipods for a discount. Loving the new ipod for days after, until one day it seemed to just stop, dead. ARGH! Why don't I ever try to listen to myself???? …Go back to the store and let them know that even trying to reboot it in my computer, reset it holding the top and middle button, turning the lock on and off — everything, nothing worked, it was obviously messed up and of course it was destined to doom, it was released during a mercury retrograde!!!!! Although I didn’t go into all of that with the cashier, I did let him know I tried everything — all the tricks. He then takes it and says he will try one thing to reset. I tell him I tried it several times already, but go ahead. Five minutes later on only one try, the ipod lit up again as if nothing was ever wrong. WTF!!! Seems he was the Jesus of ipods and I suck.
Moral of this story: Mercury retrogrades can fuck with your mind in more ways than just one.
I feel it is my job to tempt fate. Doing what I do, knowing what I know and having to keep track of the things I have to track, that is why I must do what I do. If I say not to so something, I can't help but to sometimes go the opposite way and see what comes of it... Day one of Mercury retrograde, the official day the chaos ensues with crazy communication disruptions and supposedly sticking to the main rule: don't buy electronics — but after a month of trying to exist without TV and my apartment starting to feel like a spiritual retreat, I had to give in and one night compulsively bought a TV on the Internet and then an ipod the next day, due to my old one kamikazing into a fountain a few days prior. Although I knew it was wrong and I was probably pulling out the Queen of Spades at the bottom of a house of cards, I couldn't wait.
So far, the TV reunion has been nothing but true love. The ipod on the other hand acted up immediately, shifting songs sporadically in-between play. At first, I tried to ignore it, the next I spent cursing the fact that I should have known better, the retrograde fucking shit sucking ass fuck….made time to get back to the Apple store, waited on the line and DUH! It's like I am from 1837 sometimes, found out about the shuffle option on the ipod and that it’s something “fun.” A feature for modern enthusiasts to marvel over, but for me another irritant to shut down. Feeling stupid and behind, the chirpy salesperson then tells me I should return the ipod anyway because a new one is coming out and it has a video camera! Woohoo, seems this retrograde is working out in another mystery way!
Days later ditched the ipod and got upgraded to the new one and unloaded both my old ipods for a discount. Loving the new ipod for days after, until one day it seemed to just stop, dead. ARGH! Why don't I ever try to listen to myself???? …Go back to the store and let them know that even trying to reboot it in my computer, reset it holding the top and middle button, turning the lock on and off — everything, nothing worked, it was obviously messed up and of course it was destined to doom, it was released during a mercury retrograde!!!!! Although I didn’t go into all of that with the cashier, I did let him know I tried everything — all the tricks. He then takes it and says he will try one thing to reset. I tell him I tried it several times already, but go ahead. Five minutes later on only one try, the ipod lit up again as if nothing was ever wrong. WTF!!! Seems he was the Jesus of ipods and I suck.
Moral of this story: Mercury retrogrades can fuck with your mind in more ways than just one.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Pluto goes direct in Capricorn
The astral exorcism begins.
Today's mantra: "I need to quit this bitch."
Whatever monkey got on your back during this retrograde, kill it. The lesson: don't let mediocrity hold you back, "quit the bitch!"
Today's mantra: "I need to quit this bitch."
Whatever monkey got on your back during this retrograde, kill it. The lesson: don't let mediocrity hold you back, "quit the bitch!"
Monday, September 7, 2009
Mercury goes retrograde in Libra
23 days of aggravation.
It's only been 24 hours of mercury retrograde and I'm already done. Things are not normal, but just skewed enough to annoy the crap out of me. Woke up this morning crabbily and angrily to unnecessary loud talking right outside my door. Like why the fuck does anyone have to talk so loud to someone standing 6 inches away from them???? ...but who am I to complain? If they didn't wake me up, nothing was and I had already overslept 20 minutes past the time I was suppose meet at the train station to get to the beach. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How I slept through my alarm, the phone calls and a bunch of texts, I'll never know...
Hopped to it, threw my stuff in a bag and out the door STAT, to the subway, running down the steps against a horde of people hogging the fucking staircase and made it just in time to be able to touch the closed doors. ARGH! Minutes later, before feeling totally confused why I just didn't keep laying in bed, another train arrives. Even better, the exact one I would of wanted. Express, not local. I even get to the station with enough time to get an ice coffee for the ride.... and seems I'm not the only one late. We all missed the train, except one and oddly enough, he's always the last one to arrive. If that wasn't some sign of a surreal alternate universe, I don't know what was...
Met up with the others on the train and then throughout three various trains, we all met on the beach for a fab day, even despite the wind, clouds and chill.... Of course, mercury retrograde doesn't control the weather, so as for as screwing my day, it was fine as long as I stayed in one place. After all, mercury retrograde is only about technological mishaps, travel issues and communication snafus...Fast forward to the end of the day, and getting to the train just in time to watch it leave, missing the last one for the next two hours. Didn't even fight it, took defense back at the beach and had margaritas...
By the time we got the train and smoothly rode back, all giggly and chill, thought I was home free, until I got to my place to realize there was a funky smell in my apartment. Oh, yum, seems my toilet was clogged with a bouillabaisse of my shit, piss and wads of TP. Why I had to see the corn from yesterday's BBQ floating about like cereal was only the final touches to my day. With no option, hopped on my bike at 12:30 am to find a plunger. Who the hell would of suspected everyone in NYC would suddenly celebrate Labor Day and close their fucking stores, leaving NYC to feel like Greenville, Kentucky??? Whatever, perseverance got me through and by 3:00 a.m. after literally dealing with all my shit, was able to go to bed...One day down, 22 more to go.
On a less cranky note, Mercury retrogrades are periods to put the past to rest...Although summer 2009 isn't technically over, for the most part it is. Sucks...but here are some of those delightful remembrances to forever cherish:
My fave people watching beach game: homo-erotic best friends or gay lovers? You decide.
Sexy summer style.
Awkward summer romances.
It's only been 24 hours of mercury retrograde and I'm already done. Things are not normal, but just skewed enough to annoy the crap out of me. Woke up this morning crabbily and angrily to unnecessary loud talking right outside my door. Like why the fuck does anyone have to talk so loud to someone standing 6 inches away from them???? ...but who am I to complain? If they didn't wake me up, nothing was and I had already overslept 20 minutes past the time I was suppose meet at the train station to get to the beach. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How I slept through my alarm, the phone calls and a bunch of texts, I'll never know...
Hopped to it, threw my stuff in a bag and out the door STAT, to the subway, running down the steps against a horde of people hogging the fucking staircase and made it just in time to be able to touch the closed doors. ARGH! Minutes later, before feeling totally confused why I just didn't keep laying in bed, another train arrives. Even better, the exact one I would of wanted. Express, not local. I even get to the station with enough time to get an ice coffee for the ride.... and seems I'm not the only one late. We all missed the train, except one and oddly enough, he's always the last one to arrive. If that wasn't some sign of a surreal alternate universe, I don't know what was...
Met up with the others on the train and then throughout three various trains, we all met on the beach for a fab day, even despite the wind, clouds and chill.... Of course, mercury retrograde doesn't control the weather, so as for as screwing my day, it was fine as long as I stayed in one place. After all, mercury retrograde is only about technological mishaps, travel issues and communication snafus...Fast forward to the end of the day, and getting to the train just in time to watch it leave, missing the last one for the next two hours. Didn't even fight it, took defense back at the beach and had margaritas...
By the time we got the train and smoothly rode back, all giggly and chill, thought I was home free, until I got to my place to realize there was a funky smell in my apartment. Oh, yum, seems my toilet was clogged with a bouillabaisse of my shit, piss and wads of TP. Why I had to see the corn from yesterday's BBQ floating about like cereal was only the final touches to my day. With no option, hopped on my bike at 12:30 am to find a plunger. Who the hell would of suspected everyone in NYC would suddenly celebrate Labor Day and close their fucking stores, leaving NYC to feel like Greenville, Kentucky??? Whatever, perseverance got me through and by 3:00 a.m. after literally dealing with all my shit, was able to go to bed...One day down, 22 more to go.
On a less cranky note, Mercury retrogrades are periods to put the past to rest...Although summer 2009 isn't technically over, for the most part it is. Sucks...but here are some of those delightful remembrances to forever cherish:
My fave people watching beach game: homo-erotic best friends or gay lovers? You decide.
Sexy summer style.
Awkward summer romances.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Full Moon in Pisces
Fuck logic.
Mercury retrograde goes into full effect in 3 days, which means chaos is in the air. Prior to mercury's stall, there's a period before and after for a week that can fuck things up just the same, it’s called the shadow. So, since mercury is the planet of communication, all things in danger of being aggravated deal with that and a plethora of things can go wrong; here is a partial list:
• Computer breakdowns (Back-up your files!!!!)
• People from the past returning (Screen calls!!!!)
• Decisions being reversed (Don't count on anything!!!)
• Miscommunications (Double check everything!!!)
• Travel delays (Don't plan a tight schedule!!!)
• Negotiation slowdowns (Be flexible!!!)
• Lost items (Don't be stupid!!!)
Of course, it’s not always a dismal thing, sometimes reunions are good and going back to edit/redo things is perfect…But more times than not, they’re frustrating, like a window of happenings that brings out your brattiest self. Sucks.
Today, my Ipod fell into a fountain. Somehow, at this café, it slipped off the table and was dangling by the headphone jack above water. When I went to grab it, the jack detached and in it went, sinking right to the bottom. At first nothing was wrong, then the screen got funky and now it won’t respond to touch. It’s like a fucking metaphor for my life… Whatever the case, it’s like I can’t even get away from this craziness even if I tried. The retrograde is happening and this astrology shit works. Fuck logic.
Mercury retrograde goes into full effect in 3 days, which means chaos is in the air. Prior to mercury's stall, there's a period before and after for a week that can fuck things up just the same, it’s called the shadow. So, since mercury is the planet of communication, all things in danger of being aggravated deal with that and a plethora of things can go wrong; here is a partial list:
• Computer breakdowns (Back-up your files!!!!)
• People from the past returning (Screen calls!!!!)
• Decisions being reversed (Don't count on anything!!!)
• Miscommunications (Double check everything!!!)
• Travel delays (Don't plan a tight schedule!!!)
• Negotiation slowdowns (Be flexible!!!)
• Lost items (Don't be stupid!!!)
Of course, it’s not always a dismal thing, sometimes reunions are good and going back to edit/redo things is perfect…But more times than not, they’re frustrating, like a window of happenings that brings out your brattiest self. Sucks.
Today, my Ipod fell into a fountain. Somehow, at this café, it slipped off the table and was dangling by the headphone jack above water. When I went to grab it, the jack detached and in it went, sinking right to the bottom. At first nothing was wrong, then the screen got funky and now it won’t respond to touch. It’s like a fucking metaphor for my life… Whatever the case, it’s like I can’t even get away from this craziness even if I tried. The retrograde is happening and this astrology shit works. Fuck logic.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Mercury in the 5th
Brimming creativity.
My latest notebook!
Tsunami Surprise: This is a day which no eye had seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined.
My latest notebook!
Tsunami Surprise: This is a day which no eye had seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Moon in the 8th
Twisted fascinations.
I can't get enough of taking pictures of things I am utterly repulsed by. It's a compulsion, and thanks to living in my lovely part of town where there is something repellent that happens every day, I am never at a loss... Rushing on my way to make a train to the beach, after over sleeping and missing two ferries, off with no time to spare, this made me stop and back-up:
The most revolting thing about it, besides that tail, the one intact ear and that expression that seems to be on its face is that I can't even make sense of it: how the tail is by the head and the feet are facing each other. Did it get snapped in half? How? Was it really that gargantuan in size? Is there more than one? ...The grotesqueness is too big to bear.
P.S. By the time I got back almost 11 hours later, it was completely gone--and not because someone cleaned it up, but because there was just that much traffic. (Click on photo for total revulsion.)
I can't get enough of taking pictures of things I am utterly repulsed by. It's a compulsion, and thanks to living in my lovely part of town where there is something repellent that happens every day, I am never at a loss... Rushing on my way to make a train to the beach, after over sleeping and missing two ferries, off with no time to spare, this made me stop and back-up:
The most revolting thing about it, besides that tail, the one intact ear and that expression that seems to be on its face is that I can't even make sense of it: how the tail is by the head and the feet are facing each other. Did it get snapped in half? How? Was it really that gargantuan in size? Is there more than one? ...The grotesqueness is too big to bear.
P.S. By the time I got back almost 11 hours later, it was completely gone--and not because someone cleaned it up, but because there was just that much traffic. (Click on photo for total revulsion.)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Venus enters Leo
Romance fills the air.
To inspire the day: Love Actually
To watch, turn off the music from Aug. 9 & 22's post.
To inspire the day: Love Actually
To watch, turn off the music from Aug. 9 & 22's post.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Mars enters Cancer, Mercury enters Libra; Squaring each other
Tongued-action in full effect.
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sun enters Virgo, my solar 11th
Be part of something.
Going Places, Doing Stuff
Flux Factory
Where The Wild Things Are by David Felix Sutcliffe
PS: Turn off music on August 9th post.
Going Places, Doing Stuff
Flux Factory
Where The Wild Things Are by David Felix Sutcliffe
PS: Turn off music on August 9th post.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
New moon in Leo
Put the spotlight back on yourself.
2-second confessions of a Venus in Sagittarius/Mars in Pisces
I idealize way too much, sometimes it works for me; other times it gets thrown back in my face — and the most the pathetic thing is, I'm usually so far gone in my la la land, I recover by escaping into another far fetched fantasy, because all I want to do is feel good...and god knows, its not just a hedonistic thing, but a fight against the only other option, manicness...can't wait for the weekend! Going Places Doing Stuff with Flux Factory, mystery overnight, "Where The Wild Things Are!" with film maker David Felix Sutcliffe....argh, I'll probably totally get my period during the trip.
2-second confessions of a Venus in Sagittarius/Mars in Pisces
I idealize way too much, sometimes it works for me; other times it gets thrown back in my face — and the most the pathetic thing is, I'm usually so far gone in my la la land, I recover by escaping into another far fetched fantasy, because all I want to do is feel good...and god knows, its not just a hedonistic thing, but a fight against the only other option, manicness...can't wait for the weekend! Going Places Doing Stuff with Flux Factory, mystery overnight, "Where The Wild Things Are!" with film maker David Felix Sutcliffe....argh, I'll probably totally get my period during the trip.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Zero degrees of Pluto
Unmistakable messages from the universe arrive.
Nobody likes to come home to a mess, and it's even worse when that mess involves death. Even more annoying is finding it after coming home from a long enough flight at 1 a.m. and just wanting to crash. Today, that was a dead mouse, and it was so far gone, there were giant maggots carrying it. I noticed that because while staring at it in utter repulsion, I saw it was moving sideways.
Examine the scene below closer, you'll realized it had actually died closer to the door, but it was so dead, the maggots had already moved in and moving it off. GROSS!!!!!! GROSS!!!!!! GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nobody likes to come home to a mess, and it's even worse when that mess involves death. Even more annoying is finding it after coming home from a long enough flight at 1 a.m. and just wanting to crash. Today, that was a dead mouse, and it was so far gone, there were giant maggots carrying it. I noticed that because while staring at it in utter repulsion, I saw it was moving sideways.
Examine the scene below closer, you'll realized it had actually died closer to the door, but it was so dead, the maggots had already moved in and moving it off. GROSS!!!!!! GROSS!!!!!! GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Moon in Pisces
Escapistic tendencies take over.
24 Hour Cowgirls
Wolf Creek Outpost
Utah
P.S. Turn off music on Aug. 22nd post.
24 Hour Cowgirls
Wolf Creek Outpost
Utah
P.S. Turn off music on Aug. 22nd post.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Sun squares my sun
draa, ma
Eclipse fall out...Everyday for the last few days there is something that happens that makes me turn into this lady, in my mind, for a few minutes per day. WTF!
Something is seriously in the air...
(Note: You'll have to scroll down and turn off the music from my July 2, 2009 slideshow post to hear this in its fully glory.)
Eclipse fall out...Everyday for the last few days there is something that happens that makes me turn into this lady, in my mind, for a few minutes per day. WTF!
Something is seriously in the air...
(Note: You'll have to scroll down and turn off the music from my July 2, 2009 slideshow post to hear this in its fully glory.)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Full moon eclipse in Aquarius, conjuncting my midheaven
Declare a theme song, then call it a day.
(Note: You'll have to scroll and turn off the music from my July 2, Aug. 9 & 22 slideshow post to hear this deliciousness.)
(Note: You'll have to scroll and turn off the music from my July 2, Aug. 9 & 22 slideshow post to hear this deliciousness.)
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Mercury enters Virgo
Must be efficient, must think ahead, must be precise.
Who has time to spare when Mercury is in Virgo? No one....So much so, I ran out of time to even think of anything to write here today and it's already 4 am August 3rd...Is this what the next few weeks is going to be like? I can only wonder...
Who has time to spare when Mercury is in Virgo? No one....So much so, I ran out of time to even think of anything to write here today and it's already 4 am August 3rd...Is this what the next few weeks is going to be like? I can only wonder...
Friday, July 31, 2009
Venus enters Cancer, my 9th house
Love from abroad.
Postcards are my favorite form of mail. They always come from a happy place and sent with sweet intentions. They never are a letdown, even the most generic of messages are always fun, as it shows someone was thinking of you somewhere else in the universe and just wanted to say hi....and voila, this arrived from Avignon, France from my super fantastic friend Shlomi, who was accepted into the International Theatre Festival. Avignon doesn't know how lucky they are!
A few teeth and two loaves of bread, I'd do him.
Postcards are my favorite form of mail. They always come from a happy place and sent with sweet intentions. They never are a letdown, even the most generic of messages are always fun, as it shows someone was thinking of you somewhere else in the universe and just wanted to say hi....and voila, this arrived from Avignon, France from my super fantastic friend Shlomi, who was accepted into the International Theatre Festival. Avignon doesn't know how lucky they are!
A few teeth and two loaves of bread, I'd do him.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sun enters Leo
DRAMA ALERT!
Holy fucking shit, flying cockroaches are here. I saw this disgusting event for the first time years ago in the abandoned pits of Wall Street during a weekend night near an overflowing dumpster, but this is the first time I've seen one fly into a residential area and so fearlessly. The evolution towards destruction is coming on fast.
11:57 p.m. Greenpoint, Brooklyn
Holy fucking shit, flying cockroaches are here. I saw this disgusting event for the first time years ago in the abandoned pits of Wall Street during a weekend night near an overflowing dumpster, but this is the first time I've seen one fly into a residential area and so fearlessly. The evolution towards destruction is coming on fast.
11:57 p.m. Greenpoint, Brooklyn
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Mercury enters Leo
Begin all your sentences with "I" for the next 16 days.
...I want my suitcase. I can’t take my clothes anymore. I want channel 7 back. I miss Oprah. I wish I weren’t so brain dead. I wish I could remember things better. I can’t wait to be caught up on sleep. I am not on vacation and I don’t feel fully at home either. I feel somewhere in-between and that is kind of strange. I can’t stop looking at my slideshow. I could listen to that song and relive that day over and over. I feel autistic with so much repetition. I was in France a week ago. I am so tired. I am so wishing I was totally psychic, but what difference would it make? I live like I’m totally psychic anyway…. I don’t know what I want to eat. I woke up so late today…I have so much crap to do. I have to go visit my g-ma. I don’t have much time today before I have to go meet my friends…I’m such a mess. I so want my suitcase back already. I can’t stop obsessing about it. I am such a brat. I just can’t help it. I wish it would rain today, rain hard...
...I want my suitcase. I can’t take my clothes anymore. I want channel 7 back. I miss Oprah. I wish I weren’t so brain dead. I wish I could remember things better. I can’t wait to be caught up on sleep. I am not on vacation and I don’t feel fully at home either. I feel somewhere in-between and that is kind of strange. I can’t stop looking at my slideshow. I could listen to that song and relive that day over and over. I feel autistic with so much repetition. I was in France a week ago. I am so tired. I am so wishing I was totally psychic, but what difference would it make? I live like I’m totally psychic anyway…. I don’t know what I want to eat. I woke up so late today…I have so much crap to do. I have to go visit my g-ma. I don’t have much time today before I have to go meet my friends…I’m such a mess. I so want my suitcase back already. I can’t stop obsessing about it. I am such a brat. I just can’t help it. I wish it would rain today, rain hard...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Mars enters Gemini
A mandatory switch in gears.
Since my luggage is still somewhere over in Europe, thanks to the lovely people over at Ryanair that somehow forgot to put my suitcase on the plane from Rome to Paris I have been forced to dress in the left over clothes in my closet and turn into the low-rent version of myself. So far I have given in, embraced my camper look and can careless about having crumbs on me while and after I eat, will wake up from a nap just to take a break before another nap, if not falling asleep with the TV on and have no issue with unwashed ratnest hair and seemingly endless nights of period draws...and I thought my three weeks in Europe was the vacation.
Since my luggage is still somewhere over in Europe, thanks to the lovely people over at Ryanair that somehow forgot to put my suitcase on the plane from Rome to Paris I have been forced to dress in the left over clothes in my closet and turn into the low-rent version of myself. So far I have given in, embraced my camper look and can careless about having crumbs on me while and after I eat, will wake up from a nap just to take a break before another nap, if not falling asleep with the TV on and have no issue with unwashed ratnest hair and seemingly endless nights of period draws...and I thought my three weeks in Europe was the vacation.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Full moon eclipse in Capricorn, 8th house turmoil
Needing to heed to powers beyond yourself.
Today is the day I’ll forever remember as the day I got booted from the Vatican's church, St. Peter's Basilica, like a dime store whore. Escorted to the exit by a stern old guard and gazed upon like a menacing case of malaria, he even stood at the door to make sure I backed away. Apparently my exposed knees bar me from loving Jesus with them — how apropos after spending over 4 hours going through their homo-erotic collection of art.
Take note: This is the hemline of the disrespectful, club rules of the Vatican.
However, there is one lady allowed to wear a short skirt and live at the Vatican and here she is:
If there were going to kick me out for anything...
Today is the day I’ll forever remember as the day I got booted from the Vatican's church, St. Peter's Basilica, like a dime store whore. Escorted to the exit by a stern old guard and gazed upon like a menacing case of malaria, he even stood at the door to make sure I backed away. Apparently my exposed knees bar me from loving Jesus with them — how apropos after spending over 4 hours going through their homo-erotic collection of art.
Take note: This is the hemline of the disrespectful, club rules of the Vatican.
However, there is one lady allowed to wear a short skirt and live at the Vatican and here she is:
If there were going to kick me out for anything...
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Mercury is in Cancer, my solar 9th
Work idealism in a mystical way.
RUB MY NOSE FOR LUCK.
Legend had it that this famous metal pig of Florence bestows visitors good luck through nasal petting and sticking a coin in its mouth, which water drips. Your money will then fall out, down into a grate and ca-ching, your wish is its command. However, many do just come by to rub...Do the same virtually and it may work too. If dreams come true, then plan your trip to Firenze and pay your proper dues.
RUB MY NOSE FOR LUCK.Legend had it that this famous metal pig of Florence bestows visitors good luck through nasal petting and sticking a coin in its mouth, which water drips. Your money will then fall out, down into a grate and ca-ching, your wish is its command. However, many do just come by to rub...Do the same virtually and it may work too. If dreams come true, then plan your trip to Firenze and pay your proper dues.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Mercury in the solar 8th
Deathbed memories and other pleasantly wicked surprises.
Scenes from Brittney, France.
5:34 pm Sitting in a field, writing postcards, one frog talks to another, that talks to another, that talks to another...for ten minutes, it's a symphony of frogs.
8:03 p.m. Riding through the French countryside on squeaky bikes, happened upon hot bull on bull action. It's true, this country really is made of love.
11:15 p.m. After watching the late night sunset perched on bales of hay, walked home on a road that lead into a mini forest, pitch black and with no life in sight. A car then comes out of nowhere. We step aside, let it pass and keep walking. Suddenly, the car stops a small distance away, in the middle of the road. We pause, look and laugh about how it's like the beginning of a horror movie; then keep walking. Instantly, the car shifts into reverse, darting right at us. We scream, tearing off down the road, until the car stops--at least a minute later, a long minute later--and as the door pops open, laughter pours out, which even includes a grandma in her 80s cackling about...hee hee ha ha ho ho...driving home, we laughed all the way.
Scenes from Brittney, France.
5:34 pm Sitting in a field, writing postcards, one frog talks to another, that talks to another, that talks to another...for ten minutes, it's a symphony of frogs.
8:03 p.m. Riding through the French countryside on squeaky bikes, happened upon hot bull on bull action. It's true, this country really is made of love.
11:15 p.m. After watching the late night sunset perched on bales of hay, walked home on a road that lead into a mini forest, pitch black and with no life in sight. A car then comes out of nowhere. We step aside, let it pass and keep walking. Suddenly, the car stops a small distance away, in the middle of the road. We pause, look and laugh about how it's like the beginning of a horror movie; then keep walking. Instantly, the car shifts into reverse, darting right at us. We scream, tearing off down the road, until the car stops--at least a minute later, a long minute later--and as the door pops open, laughter pours out, which even includes a grandma in her 80s cackling about...hee hee ha ha ho ho...driving home, we laughed all the way.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
New moon in Cancer, the solar 9th
Discovering new places to feel the love.
Greetings from Parc des Buttes Chaumont, Paris, France. Wish you were here, ha ha ha...
Greetings from Parc des Buttes Chaumont, Paris, France. Wish you were here, ha ha ha...
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Sun enters Cancer, my solar 9th
Wanderlust activated.
The summer solstice from 10972 meters/35998 feet altitude.
The summer solstice from 10972 meters/35998 feet altitude.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The Gemini sun trines Aquarius Jupiter
Mental magic.
3:31 pm inside "Aftermath of Obliteration of Eternity"
Yayoi Kusama exhibition
Gagosian Gallery
555 W 24th St, NY, NY 10011
3:31 pm inside "Aftermath of Obliteration of Eternity"
Yayoi Kusama exhibition
Gagosian Gallery
555 W 24th St, NY, NY 10011
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Mars in my house of legacies
Mark your territory.
For as long as I have remembered I've been wearing Kelly green low top Chuck Taylors with blue laces. At this point, I've gone through dozens, but no matter how many I go through, I find myself completely sentimentally attached to each pair. The more worn, the more nostalgic...being that I love to travel, all my sneakers have a history, have walked in amazing places all over the world. Throwing them into the garbage seems too callous, but saving them is impractical. What to do? What to do?
Having grown up in the 70s in NYC, one of the images that stand out were the sneakers thrown up on wires. I never really knew the whole story why. I always assumed it was some kid bullied, had his sneakers stolen and thrown up high where it would be impossible for him to get and ensuring him a beat down from his parents. Although the reasons are infinite and no doubt every hood had their own rules...either or, I never got my sneakers thrown up anywhere and for once I would like to know why they are there.
So, late night I went and tried to throw my sneakers up on the wire nearest my apartment. It was hard as hell. I just couldn't get them high enough at any time... but thankfully there is always a drunken stranger prattling my area that is up for a challenge. After wrangling one in, who skeptically thought it would be simple, after many tries and many minutes later, dripping sweat and too many near misses, the sneakers then flew up and as if in slow motion, roped around the wire. A sight too magical to express. It ended with us jumping up and down, hugging like it were the end of a revolution. Even all the passerbyers (including sanitation workers in their truck) sucked into the event cheered — making about 10 people now know how those sneakers wound up there, but yet I'm the only one that knows why.
Special thanks to Morgan for making this happen! Strangers in the night!
For as long as I have remembered I've been wearing Kelly green low top Chuck Taylors with blue laces. At this point, I've gone through dozens, but no matter how many I go through, I find myself completely sentimentally attached to each pair. The more worn, the more nostalgic...being that I love to travel, all my sneakers have a history, have walked in amazing places all over the world. Throwing them into the garbage seems too callous, but saving them is impractical. What to do? What to do?
Having grown up in the 70s in NYC, one of the images that stand out were the sneakers thrown up on wires. I never really knew the whole story why. I always assumed it was some kid bullied, had his sneakers stolen and thrown up high where it would be impossible for him to get and ensuring him a beat down from his parents. Although the reasons are infinite and no doubt every hood had their own rules...either or, I never got my sneakers thrown up anywhere and for once I would like to know why they are there.
So, late night I went and tried to throw my sneakers up on the wire nearest my apartment. It was hard as hell. I just couldn't get them high enough at any time... but thankfully there is always a drunken stranger prattling my area that is up for a challenge. After wrangling one in, who skeptically thought it would be simple, after many tries and many minutes later, dripping sweat and too many near misses, the sneakers then flew up and as if in slow motion, roped around the wire. A sight too magical to express. It ended with us jumping up and down, hugging like it were the end of a revolution. Even all the passerbyers (including sanitation workers in their truck) sucked into the event cheered — making about 10 people now know how those sneakers wound up there, but yet I'm the only one that knows why.
Special thanks to Morgan for making this happen! Strangers in the night!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Jupiter retrogrades in Aquarius
Syncing up idealism & reality and seeing what you're left with.
Best to keep a sense of humor...
(Thanks Nicole W. for the fw-ed video!)
Best to keep a sense of humor...
(Thanks Nicole W. for the fw-ed video!)
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Mercury re-enters Gemini
Switch up the scene; stimulate your mind.
Mercury in Gemini is made for day trips. Today, skipped town with my amazingly awesome Taurian friend Monique and headed to New Hope, PA for small town quaintness and vintage finds...
Night Bird Vintage
A mecca of retro-ness that always has a little magical treasure in store for me — as in a funky something that is absolutely me in style and fit. I’m sure I’m not the only one to witness such a miracle here, because there are tons of options that will have you finding your 50s, 60s, 70s or 80s unicorn if you look hard enough. Plus, prices that’ll have you wondering if they found this stuff in the back of a truck. 12 W Mechanic St, New Hope, PA, 18938, 215-862-1902.
Palette
Found just over the river in Lambertville, NJ and a sweet little walk over the bridge that connects PA to NJ is Palette. Vintage mania is here, as there’s a little bit of everything: furniture, housewares, jewelry, knick-knacks, etc. Clothes (designer too) and accessories are strewn throughout the store and everything is 70s or earlier. Plus, Palette is run by two amazing women that’ll cheer you on as you try to squeeze into vintage (unused) boots just small enough… Unfortunately, all their encouragement didn’t help shrink my calves — but would go back every chance I had to see what else these ladies have uncovered. Palette is at 63 Bride St., Lambertville, NJ, 08530, 609-397-0101.
Love Saves The Day
Once an NYC East Village institution, this vintage store made famous in Desperately Seeking Susan now finds its home in New Hope. Still as exciting, all things kitsch and retro are here: formal wear, costumes, dresses, accessories, etc. LSTD is pricier that Night Owl, but has a more unique selection. 1 S Main St, New Hope, PA 18938, 215 862-1399.
Mill Crest Antiques
If cost is of no issue and snobby clerks are your thing, this is the place for you. Color coordinated and pretty as a peony, MCA has a large selection of elegance and glamour. No doubt worth the visit, but with prices and attitude like this, look, but don’t buy. (Ex. a no name dress with a flower pattern, casual and 100% cotton went for $200 — and that was on the low side of their price points. You can get it made and with a better quality cheaper than this...but that is just me.) 72 Bridge St., Lambertville, NJ, 08530, 609-397-4700.
Mercury in Gemini is made for day trips. Today, skipped town with my amazingly awesome Taurian friend Monique and headed to New Hope, PA for small town quaintness and vintage finds...
Night Bird VintageA mecca of retro-ness that always has a little magical treasure in store for me — as in a funky something that is absolutely me in style and fit. I’m sure I’m not the only one to witness such a miracle here, because there are tons of options that will have you finding your 50s, 60s, 70s or 80s unicorn if you look hard enough. Plus, prices that’ll have you wondering if they found this stuff in the back of a truck. 12 W Mechanic St, New Hope, PA, 18938, 215-862-1902.
PaletteFound just over the river in Lambertville, NJ and a sweet little walk over the bridge that connects PA to NJ is Palette. Vintage mania is here, as there’s a little bit of everything: furniture, housewares, jewelry, knick-knacks, etc. Clothes (designer too) and accessories are strewn throughout the store and everything is 70s or earlier. Plus, Palette is run by two amazing women that’ll cheer you on as you try to squeeze into vintage (unused) boots just small enough… Unfortunately, all their encouragement didn’t help shrink my calves — but would go back every chance I had to see what else these ladies have uncovered. Palette is at 63 Bride St., Lambertville, NJ, 08530, 609-397-0101.
Love Saves The DayOnce an NYC East Village institution, this vintage store made famous in Desperately Seeking Susan now finds its home in New Hope. Still as exciting, all things kitsch and retro are here: formal wear, costumes, dresses, accessories, etc. LSTD is pricier that Night Owl, but has a more unique selection. 1 S Main St, New Hope, PA 18938, 215 862-1399.
Mill Crest AntiquesIf cost is of no issue and snobby clerks are your thing, this is the place for you. Color coordinated and pretty as a peony, MCA has a large selection of elegance and glamour. No doubt worth the visit, but with prices and attitude like this, look, but don’t buy. (Ex. a no name dress with a flower pattern, casual and 100% cotton went for $200 — and that was on the low side of their price points. You can get it made and with a better quality cheaper than this...but that is just me.) 72 Bridge St., Lambertville, NJ, 08530, 609-397-4700.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Full moon in Sagittarius
Punch drunk idealism.
My last 36 hours = 4 planes + 5 trains + 5 cabs + 3 buses + 5 cups of coffee + 4 states + 3 boroughs + 4 hours of sleep + 2 changes of underwear = an adventurous delirium.
My last 36 hours = 4 planes + 5 trains + 5 cabs + 3 buses + 5 cups of coffee + 4 states + 3 boroughs + 4 hours of sleep + 2 changes of underwear = an adventurous delirium.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Venus enters Taurus
Pleasure seeking impulses begin.
24 hours of Chicago...things I love here and could never tire of, no matter how many times I visit...
The corn on the cob buildings.
The teal of the Chicago River.
The Lakefront!
24 hours of Chicago...things I love here and could never tire of, no matter how many times I visit...
The corn on the cob buildings.
The teal of the Chicago River.
The Lakefront!
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