Day: April 15, 2009

Scorpio (October 23-November 21)

In Salmon Rushdie’s book The Enchantress of Florence, an exasperated ally of the manipulative 16th-century politician Machiavelli tells him, “It’s your curse to see the world too f—— clearly, and without a shred of kindness.” Some of you Scorpios suffer from a milder version of the same curse, and judging from the astrological omens, I’d say that right now you’re especially susceptible to the problems it can create. I do think there’s a way out for you, however; there’s a shift you can make to turn the curse into a blessing. Here’s what you have to do: See the world as f—— clearly as you dare, but with a dose of compassion added. Then your shrewd perceptiveness will heal you and energize you. You may even spawn minor miracles by penetrating to the slippery truths hiding beneath the superficial appearances.

FreeWill Astrology

And people wonder why I’m such a cynic and a misanthrope. 😉

My Uncle was able to phone diagnose my bloody noses last night (combo of the sinuses being dried out during the winter and the pressure put on my face when training causes the cracking on my septum – so no actual gi burns). My Mum wants me to get my nostrils cauterized because she thinks I’m allergic to my gi – which I half agree with, but I think I’m allergic to everyone else’s gi (even though the allergy might explain the acne outbreaks on my neck).

Otherwise, tonight starts the roadtrip part of FreakTrip ’09. Headed up to Chicago for unruherevan‘s wedding. I contemplated taking my bike with me, for when I come home. There are some awesome trails just outside of Chattanooga and I was contemplating hitting them, but it more and more looks like I won’t have time. So, bike is staying home till the white water trip in June/July.

At any rate, Cat Box is packed, house is cleaned and I’m mostly ready to go. Just gotta take care of a few clients, have dinner with my Scotsman and hit the road. Too bad I’m missing the Tea Party tonight, I was looking forward to being considered a domestic terrorist for a night. I feel gipped.