— this is really happening

I prefer to believe in, rather than not believe in. There’s no difference really, but believing in makes me happy and seems to be my way.

That was my disclaimer (read: alibi) for posting a horoscope of mine that Rob Brezsny, famed astrologer from freewillastrology.com recently sent me via listserv. I prefer more individual astrology, just about me and my b’niss, that doesn’t lump me in with all the other Jan/Feb birthdays, but this does pretty good.

In this version of me, I’ve booted a demon to the curb, dissolved some karmic debt, and eliminated an “outdated psychosexual imprint.” (Please ignore this last part. Thx!)

Here’s this week.

AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): Thanks for the entertainment you’ve provided so far in 2008, Aquarius. Since last January, you have sent a nagging demon packing and corrected a kink in your integrity. You’ve paid off a load of karmic debt left over from the old days and have even begun to dissolve an outdated psychosexual imprint. Before I announce your reward for all this good work, though, I’d like you to make more progress on tempering your obsessive side. See what you can do to convert it from a part-time liability into a full-time asset.

I’m pondering my obsessions. There are so many, it’s hard to choose.

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The heat is on. I’ve stopped signing my emails “Best (comma) Monica.” And you should too. Because it’s lame, vague, and exhausted. In fact, it may be at the core of a plague of overly-used internet euphemisms responsible for the slow root rot of the Letter (now, the Email). Most importantly, “Best (comma)” keeps you from needing to make a decision about exactly what you are besting, and about exactly who you are to yourself and the world.

This was really a conversation started by E. over a year ago and after Obama’s 17,000,000 strong army of supprters, I’d like to see this movement really take off. I elect you the bastion of its message. And no, you
won’t read about this on digg, technorati, or mixx just yet.
It’s so subtle and secret, only a few locals are on it. So spread it, kids. Save the world. Don’t write “Best (comma)” anymore.

Risk ditching that professional necktie in lieu of smiles and laughter. Here are a few alternatives to get started.

Right here for ya,
Best wishes your way,
Not going to stop it,
Can’t get enough,
Not best but better,
… got alternatives to add? Let us have it. Post it in the comments.

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My Mom goes to Iceland and turns into Bjork in front of a waterfall. Look at her, all in white, hands high. Cutie!

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All my offerings are little more than decoration
If through them my demons are not set free.

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This poem is the reason I have returned to the blog. It would, of course, only be a strike that would come from a poem. Linh Dinh. This guy puts the “man” in “the man.” He’s the man.

A Hardworking Peasant From The Idyllic Countryside

I was illiterate until yesterday. All these squiggly lines — tattooed
on every available surface, all around me, all my life — suddenly
started to make sense yesterday. Until yesterday I did not know that
the invectives and commands constantly swarming around me were actually
made of words. I thought they were mosquitoes, or dust, or flecks of
paint, each one leaving a prickling sensation on my thin, almost
transparent skin. Yesterday someone said something in my vicinity and I
finally decided to write it down, a phonetic transcription, to the best

I wrote that down with a blue pen on a yellow piece of paper. I finally
wrote, I thought, now I’m a writer. If I had merely transcribed the
above as a blue thought onto my yellow memory, I would still be seen as
a hardworking peasant from the idyllic countryside.

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Monumental legal passings. It’s hard to fathom. I keep waiting for the coffee to be too hot if I sip this one. As of this evening at 5:01pm, marriage between two people of the same gender is now 100% legal, equally recognized, and constitutionally protected in the state of California. Absofuckinglutely. Right on. Thank you. As my friend Jon says, justice is coming! I’m holding tight to the "other shoe" so it doesn’t drop.

"Truth is our element." — Emerson

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