Today’s Oracle takes us to the Aries weekly of July 28, 2006
You’ve probably not been feeling secure enough to express yourself the way you want to. I doubt you can find any reason for this, indeed, you may have many reasons on the list of why you should feel perfectly confident. But your mind has been playing tricks on you for some time, undermining your confidence, while all at once your responsibilities have increased dramatically. Your motivation has too — and Mercury changing directions this week in a highly sensitive angle of your solar chart will not only answer your questions and restore your self-assurance. You’ll feel your sense of mission come back to life.
(The Daily Oracle is a random selection from one of 10,000 Eric Francis horoscopes. New horoscopes by Eric are published weekly plus twice a month in Planet Waves Astrology News and Planet Waves Light. The Oracle itself is a divination tool available to subscribers to either of these services.)
Jude nailed it.
I am silent; there’s nothing left to say., but this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Dude! Astro noir. Hot!
Posted to the Astrology Bloggers secret, invitation only Facebook group, which has descended into Egypt-like chaos over whether the discussion should be about the business of blogging, banning the content of the blogs. So I wrote a post that is strictly…
On the Business of Astrology Blogging
Out on the streets, they call me Lovely Knuckles. They have no idea who I am. They don’t know, and they wouldn’t understand the business of astrology blogging.
I come in from the cold, dark night, take off my boots and throw some of this morning’s leftover coffee into the microwave. I’m going to need it. It’s going to be another late night in the life of an astrology blogger.
I bring my hot, stale brew to my desk and sit down. I feel the power in my back and arms and fingers, my neck strong and erect, my feet pressed against the floor like I learned from Gestalt therapy, long before I ever dreamed of astrology. I feel the juxtaposition of my masculine physicality typing on the smooth, subtle keys of the Macintosh. They feel so good, I open my desk drawer and find my flask and take a swig of cheap whiskey.
As I sit here, deep in the city, I know I’m an insignificant flea, unknown to anyone except for one thing — Verizon. That’s my power. My connection. My connection go all that there is. I am part of the network. I whisper my words into the eternal cosmic darkness, editing carefully before I press “publish.” I am confident that when I do, at least one person will read what I have to say. Maybe they’ll even comment. That’s the life of an astrology blogger. The business of blogging.
When I do so, my words will be transmitted along the backbone of the Internet to a server farm in North Carolina. I pay a pretty penny for that privilege — for dedicated hosting. But it’s worth it. I’m that kind of man — the kind of man who has to be on my own server, with a double backup.
Locally, I’m typing in a framework — Word Press. It’s strong and it can hold the words and ideas that I express. I can keep adding to the database, and I can find what I write and so can the people who seek me out. Word Press is my Saturn. It’s my structure. I am Jupiter, filling that structure with knowledge. I know it’s my destiny. I know I’ve been called.
Then there’s my mouse. Yeah, I mean the mouse in my kitchen cabinet who keeps me company late at night. I can hear him now, digging around inside that package of old rotelli, but I also mean my Apple Miracle Mouse. You know, the one that has a sleek plastic surface that’s a little like a trackpad. I guide it along my mouse mat and choose a chart from my library. I feel the power of the mouse — the power to choose. Where I click, I get a result. The chart or document pops up. I’m looking at a chart right now. I don’t dare reveal what it is, or the source of my data. Sorry, Lois. An astrology blogger never tells.
Suddenly there’s a pop. It’s my AIM window. I forgot to set my status to invisible.
It’s some dame from down in Australia. She wants to talk to me. For her, it’s Saturday afternoon. For me, it’s my time to be a blogger.
Maybe she wants to get a little frisky on Skype. She loves me because I’m an astrology blogger. I wonder if she would love me if I wasn’t. I know if I answer, my new blog isn’t gonna happen till tomorrow night. I have my hand on my mouse. I could click on that AIM window and reply. Or, I can focus on my chart and what have to say about it. I mouse over AIM. I mouse over the Word Press window. I mouse back over AIM. I stare at the chart I’m studying, knowing if I look at it long enough, I’ll get an idea for what to say.
Outside the window, it’s starting to get light. It’s another day dawning over the metropolitan jungle. Another mysterious night in the life of an astrology blogger.