Going back to simplicity
Taurus: In the game known as Rock Paper Scissors, each player pumps a fist twice and then displays his or her hand in one of three different shapes: flat to indicate a piece of paper, a fist to symbolize rock, or index finger and middle finger extended for scissors. Each of the three can beat just one of the other two. Scissors cuts paper, paper covers rock, and rock smashes scissors. For centuries in many cultures, this game has been used by pairs of people to settle small decisions, such as who will wash the dishes this time or who will run to the store to get beer. Though it's not usually invoked to determine matters of great importance, you might consider bucking tradition this week. It may be impossible to solve knotty questions through common sense and negotiation. Why not try the Rock Paper Scissors approach?
My Sacred Advertisement: Astrologer Caroline Casey offers an apt metaphor to illustrate how crucial it is for us to hear and read good stories. She notes that if we don't have enough of the normal, healthy kind of iodine in our bodies, we absorb radioactive iodine, which has entered the food chain through nuclear test explosions conducted in the atmosphere. Similarly, unless we fill ourselves up with stories that invigorate us, we're more susceptible to sopping up the poisonous, degenerative narratives.
1) Spent the night lounging with Christine on her bed while we searched for someone to give her a massage and aimlessly bothered boys. The soul sucking bed did it's soul sucking thing and we didn't move for hours. We just giggled and worked on things the whole time, talking about stuff. Then she mentioned her new Grey's Anatomy DVD set, which I knew almost absolutely nothing about. Save knowing Isabelle from Roswell was in the show. Have now seen the first seven episodes of the nine in season one. So I'm a little immersed into figure out where that show is going.
(Super Sekrit Msg to The Wife: 4 before bed, 9 by the time I left for school, and 7 as close, probably 3 more before class ends)
2) Packed up the fragile things across my dresser, bookshelf and desk top. Surprisingly fits in one box. One lone brown box that I will pray hard does not have anything bad happen to it. It's probably the most fragile box I'll have going. (Though not most important. That'll be the oils or herbs or altar things boxes). Packed the "real" candy box and stopped there for the night. Not even two main medium boxes for the night. Plus, I'm not packing tonight since I'm working this afternoon/tonight. I am not nearly done, but I'm living in box world impatient of the piles, missing my present home situation already as the time ticks away and longing for my new as it slowly arrives.
3) Need to write the Final Paper for Philosophy (Virginia Woolf's Novels through Gender Studies) tonight when I get home. Hopefully it won't be too late. Work is nice though, especially when it's work for cash tonight. Plus, possibly a meal, a movie, and catching up with someone. Think I won't get home too late, which means I should be able to pick from the ideas of my other papers written so far, over look my outline and polish off a good ten page paper in about an hour.
My Sacred Advertisement: Astrologer Caroline Casey offers an apt metaphor to illustrate how crucial it is for us to hear and read good stories. She notes that if we don't have enough of the normal, healthy kind of iodine in our bodies, we absorb radioactive iodine, which has entered the food chain through nuclear test explosions conducted in the atmosphere. Similarly, unless we fill ourselves up with stories that invigorate us, we're more susceptible to sopping up the poisonous, degenerative narratives.
1) Spent the night lounging with Christine on her bed while we searched for someone to give her a massage and aimlessly bothered boys. The soul sucking bed did it's soul sucking thing and we didn't move for hours. We just giggled and worked on things the whole time, talking about stuff. Then she mentioned her new Grey's Anatomy DVD set, which I knew almost absolutely nothing about. Save knowing Isabelle from Roswell was in the show. Have now seen the first seven episodes of the nine in season one. So I'm a little immersed into figure out where that show is going.
(Super Sekrit Msg to The Wife: 4 before bed, 9 by the time I left for school, and 7 as close, probably 3 more before class ends)
2) Packed up the fragile things across my dresser, bookshelf and desk top. Surprisingly fits in one box. One lone brown box that I will pray hard does not have anything bad happen to it. It's probably the most fragile box I'll have going. (Though not most important. That'll be the oils or herbs or altar things boxes). Packed the "real" candy box and stopped there for the night. Not even two main medium boxes for the night. Plus, I'm not packing tonight since I'm working this afternoon/tonight. I am not nearly done, but I'm living in box world impatient of the piles, missing my present home situation already as the time ticks away and longing for my new as it slowly arrives.
3) Need to write the Final Paper for Philosophy (Virginia Woolf's Novels through Gender Studies) tonight when I get home. Hopefully it won't be too late. Work is nice though, especially when it's work for cash tonight. Plus, possibly a meal, a movie, and catching up with someone. Think I won't get home too late, which means I should be able to pick from the ideas of my other papers written so far, over look my outline and polish off a good ten page paper in about an hour.