martedì, maggio 02, 2006

Pure synchronicity

Last night I heard out of the blue from Sam Craig's mum after posting his picture, and it was his six-month birthday. It's nice to know my unconscious can remember people's birthdays, even if my brain can't. Also nice to know Sam Craig is on the opposite end of the astrological spectrum from the Swiss - can't help but be good news.

Lady was writing some about how people who think she's silly for her affinity for astrology should stick thier arms up their bums. I stare at the night sky and am awed and enchanted by the vast indifference of it all, so I guess I should take a cue from that guy in Pink Flamingos and start practicing opening my asshole before I FINALLY see her Thursday. Although I do pay attention to astrology, less in terms of what I should do and more in terms of who people are. I once thought that the time of year you're born would impact your personality from the amount of time your mum spent dressing you and walking you and shit, but then I realized Figaro, the classiest of Aries, had opposite seasons in the moon-man country he comes from. So now I say we all have obvious personality elements of all the sun signs, and paying attention to astrology helps me notice them and divergences from them, and anything that can help me figure out the people around me is a Very Good Thing.

Anyways, felt a damn pronounced sort of mood indigo last night, missed my baby so bad, and it was getting to the point of that awful tinny fatigue of real depression, so I decided to fight back with getting rid of the refined sugar. It hurts, because I love refined sugar. But there’s one thing I love more than refined sugar besides reefer and sex and the people I love and truth and justice and fried food. And that, sweethearts, is maple syrup. So I did my laundry and invented a new flapjack recipe.

1.5 cup rolled oats
3 tablespoons milled flaxseeds
3 tablespoons poppyseeds

2 pears – the funny crispy juicy ones the Korean sells - neutered, peeled, and chopped up
1 cup chopped dried apricots

2 tablespoons runny honey
6 tablespoons maple syrup
2 tablespoons strong reefer butter

Mixed all the ingredients over low heat on the stove, patted them into a 7 X 7 inch baking tray, and baked them at 320F for 20 minutes. Cut them into bars, smoked a bowl, ate, and started a book called The Singing Neanderthals. Felt better. In fact, felt bathed in the warm and loving light of existence. Those are some happy fucking flapjacks, though I should have chopped the fruit finer and I reckon some nice chopped almonds would be good for those who aren’t allergic. And the Singing Neanderthals is interesting enough to warrant its own entry some day. I am going to start speaking to people again today.

Ohhhhh, Rodelinda is coming to the office for lunch, that'll be nice - goodness knows when I'll get back to Oxford to see her. Rodelinda is sweet in many ways, but one of the sweetest is the way she laughs at me when I talk about boys. Most people laugh at my cynicism, but she laughs at me when I get all soft, and, as a classic Sagittarius, I respond well to being laughed at.

6 commenti:

Masonic Boom ha detto...

I always thought that about Astrology, too. It does not work as a predictive tool (apart from anything else, the position of the stars have drifted far from their Babylonian era positions several thousand years ago when the Zodiac was conceived) but it probably may work as a descriptive tool - a child who is born in spring, whose earliest memories are of sunshine and flowers may grow up to have a different personality than those who were born into darkest winter.

However, this doesn't hold true for people born in the antipodes (both my parents were born in South Africa and neither of them behaves like a Sagitarius) does it?

But then again, I'm always butting other people's theories on the head because I'm a blustery Aries.

And what about systems such as the Chinese zodiac, where it's based on the year, rather than the season?

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Yeah, Figaro is Australian, but still works as an Aries, so I've had to move to thinking we're all everything in greater or lesser degrees and astrological systems helps us notice it.

I've got the same attitude to Chinese astrology, but I would, because I'm a Horse and a Sagittarian and they share all those fun horsey traits. I imagine for Sagittarians born during the year of the Rat or whatever it might be harder to suspend disbelief.

Lady ha detto...

i have nothing to add, but i thought i should since y'all are talkin about horoscopes and i'm a Leo so you must be talking about ME.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Ohhh, someone's a stroppy little kitten this morning.

Your kwushy-poo is an Aries, right? What are you two supposed to be like together?

Lady ha detto...

we're supposed to be wicked amazing together is what we're supposed to be. Aries & Leo compliment each other very well...
"This relationship is exciting, active, busy, passionate, noisy, glamorous, fun loving and flamboyant. It can be volatile too, since both Leo and Aries have quite a temper. But somehow, you love the fights as much as everything else, probably because you have so much fun making up. Passions are strong in both of you; when you two get together, you light up the sky with fireworks! Neither of you does anything halfway or without enthusiasm. You will have an ardent relationship but one of extremes." hubba hubba i can handle THAT

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Hubba hubba indeed. Aries men are the funnest, I've found, in my exhaustive, assiduous, drawn-out, intensive, studious, comprehensive, academic bang-through of the zodiac.