you do need to know this. honest.
If I were an ant, I'd make gritty, uncompromising little indie ant films about this kind of thing.
(Don't send me your answers. This is just a little way to expand your horizons. Honest.)
You want to know the difference between my hometown and Los Angeles? Look at the front page of the LA Times on the web: serious, sober, New York Times paper-of-record wannabe.
Then look at the front page of the San Francisco Chronicle/Examiner (are they one paper yet?). They make a joke about the mayor's corruption and talk about Christians becoming buff for Jesus. These people are having a party.
What's funny is, I'd made a character much like this Charlie Walker/mayor's crony guy for my novel, and here's the real thing, worse than I'd come up with. (Worse in that he's evidently much more obvious than I was going to make my guy.) And once again real life wins.
And now for your astrological update: evidently this is supposed to be a weird time astrologically. Now, I'm a modern woman, I'm not supposed to believe in this, but I am a Leo and we're the only sign that's allowed to believe in astrology, so there you are.
Next week, on the 11th, is a solar eclipse. I'm not sure why it's a major eclipse, but it's supposed to have major repercussions for Leos who are born within one day of the eclipse. Since that includes me, I'm fully expecting to be told that not only have I won the Nicholl (even before semifinalists are picked), but that I'll be on the cover of Sports Illustrated and be judged a fair square dancer. No, that's not what it's supposed to mean: it's supposed to be a herald for the events that will be among the most influential of my life.
Well, gee. The sun is in my seventh house, which is the house of marriage and relationships--perhaps this means that Darin will suddenly decide to trade me in for two 16-year-olds after all. Won't I be surprised when that happens.
Or hey, maybe it's any kind of partnership, and I'll suddenly get an agent. Of course, I haven't been looking for one, but the ways of the heavens are mysterious.
The other big thing happening in August astrologically is there's not just one but two Grand Crosses. Usually these are formed by four planets, but this month--oooo--almost all the planets form a cross:
- Scorpio: Mars
- Aquarius: Uranus, Neptune
- Taurus: Jupiter, Saturn
- Leo: Sun, Mercury, Moon (1st cross), Venus (2nd cross)
This is a major astrological formation. What does it mean? There are lots of explanations out there; all you have to do is type "grand cross" and "astrology" into a search engine like Sherlock. Some are more dire than others--nuclear war?--but I'm leaning toward the explanations that mean our individual lives are going to get shaken up some.
I know why I'm leaning toward that--I feel as though my life is a little boring at the moment and prophecies have a way of becoming self-fulfilled.
I'm willing to go out on a limb and predict there will be no nuclear war.
I didn't put up a question yesterday because I couldn't find one that grabbed me that I had a chance of answering myself.
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Copyright 1999 Diane Patterson
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