Scorpio for this week:
Widely regarded as a top military historian, Martin van Creveld has written books that have been influential in shaping modern theories of warfare. The U.S. Army makes his work required reading for its officers. That’s why it was so remarkable when he described America’s invasion of Iraq in 2003 as “the most foolish war since Emperor Augustus in 9 BC sent his legions into Germany and lost them.” I urge you to regularly imitate Creveld’s example in 2006, Scorpio: Speak out in dramatic fashion against the follies that your expertise gives you the right to critique. Drawing on your special experience and knowledge, make rigorous evaluations of the authorities and institutions whose decisions affect your life.
Hrm, I guess I need to up the volume. And, I have been slacking off quite a bit, so I guess this is the hint to get my ass back on the grind, eh?
Talking about covering someone’s back. In the military field, people are paired up within their units so that both the front, back, and sides are covered to ensure that an enemy does not attack from any angle. And, if one does, they can be removed as an issue. The lecture, is one that is familiar to any within a partnership and one that I’ve heard more than enough times for me to not get nauseous in hearing again.
Needless to say, my audio tape collection is now half-gone. Including those oh so precious singles that they no longer make as well as some smaller local bands that I won’t even be able to replace on CD. And all because the cat box had solidified beyond the liking for a picky cat. Thank you, I can cover my own ass now.
I know I haven’t posted much here, but I’ve got stuff in my head that will soon result in pen to paper. Been having some weird dreams going on again. I’m pretty ambivalent towards them, as my only worry is the fact that I can’t tell if they are dreams of desire or the ones that come true. Been having them since I got to Italy, guess that’s what happens when you put 2 magical people in the same bed to balance each other out. Zoomie started having dreams like this the minute I got there, so did I, but they were more peaceful than his were. I would figure that most of these should disturb me to an extent, but somehow they don’t. They just exist, but they are manifesting in my body, which is really weird. Been a concern of mine for a while. And please, don’t ask about them till I’m ready to write them out, I don’t wish to try and rationalize them till I can get the detail down.
Scorpio for this week:
Happy Holy Daze, Scorpio! I’ve been meditating on the perfect holiday gift for you. What symbolic offering might inspire you to be in closest alignment with the cosmic currents in 2006? I’ve decided on a magnesium firestarter, a metal tool with a striking rod that’s guaranteed to kindle a flame even when conditions are wet. This would, I hope, send you the message that your job in the coming months is to be constantly ablaze–to ignite passions, burn down obstacles, and be a source of intense light and warmth and energy wherever you go.
This is kinda interesting, given the current state of my life, where it’s going, and the fact that yesterday I was smashed by stress. Should be interesting, needless to say. Anyway, today is my first day back at the training center, I’m gonna be sore as hell tomorrow.
I’m sitting here watching Cirque du Soleil’s Allegria and am reminded about when I saw it live. This troupe does nothing but re-spark my desire for dance and movement expression. As much as I loved Varekai for the storyline, I have a great appreciation for Allegria because of the swingwork and the trampoline work. Both, of which, I would be stellar at. Those were the two areas of gymnastics I excelled at, besides the vault. Every time I get the opportunity, when visiting my parents, I go back to my home gym and workout. It’s interesting, mainly because I’m a legend there now. They still keep my picture up on the main wall, and my State Championship flag is the first one up on the back wall. Yeah, tooting my own horn right now, but this was my primary means of emotional expression I had for 17 years of my life. Dance was how I spoke and told the world how I felt, not words. I still stand by that means, and it’s been calling to me pretty intensely of late. I don’t think I can even express here, exactly how dancing makes me feel….at peace, open…..Not even sure where to begin.
So my sleep schedule is really screwed up. Got home Thursday, woke up early Friday, stayed up all day Friday, went to bed around 4A, slept till noon Sat, went to bed at 7P and now I’m awake. Wierd. I guess I could get dressed and go grocery shopping, maybe I’ll do that in a couple of hours.
Oh yeah, hit up Brian on Friday to check the tear, he said it’s healing well and I did right by reshaping it. Going to go check back in in 3 months and he said it should be ready to be repierced in 6 months.
Can’t come up with anything else to say. Trying to hold on to the relaxation I got from the trip, it is a hard thing to do here. Stress just attaches to you.
Scorpio for this week:
This is prime time for you to burn away delusions that cripple your ability to act with maximum freedom. There are two particular misconceptions that you have special power to eradicate. The first is the belief that you can help someone else by diminishing yourself. The second is the notion that you can somehow benefit from the losses of other people. The truth in both cases is exactly the opposite: If you really want to contribute to anyone’s well-being, you have to do it in such a way that you, too, thrive. And vice versa.
Ponderous man, really ponderous…
BTW, I’m home.
Oh yeah… Pictures!!!!