by kramerw on March 10, 2010
“O! I have suffer’d
With those I saw suffer”
Shakespeare’s The Tempest [I.i.7-8]
Fishing Guide to the Stars
For the week starting: 3.11.2010
St. Patrick’s Day — what could be more Texan than a Mexican playing the bagpipes? Outside the Alamo shrine? Even better.
Useless fact: almost 10% of Ireland’s total barley crop is used in/by Guinness.
Pisces: I got this trick from a friend, and her version has been modified to fit this column’s width and depth. In the afternoon, I’ll walk, when possible, and I’ll have an afternoon shot of espresso, when possible. The trick is to down the espresso and before the caffeine really hits my system?
Lay down for a short nap. Power nap, if possible. Then, as the active ingredient in that single shot of espresso, about 70 milligrams of caffeine, as it works into my bloodstream and gets carried to my brain? Then I wake up, very awake, alert and quite refreshed.
There are variations on the theme, but that’s how I’ve managed to work it out. Short nap, long buzz. You have an exceedingly short fuse at this time. Short nap. Coffee, afternoon espresso, maybe just a coke, but something then a short power nap. Leaves you refreshed and clear-headed. Need a clear head to keep from leaping overboard with inane assumptions.
Aries: In Shakespeare’s The Tempest, the opening line for this week, that line is drawn from the beginning of the play where there’s a nasty shipwreck, all hands lost. Only, it’s a magical shipwreck and nothing is lost, it’s like the sailors all got thrown into the washing machine. Soaked and suds, around and around, only to pop out dry, fresh, good as new, on the far side.
No harm, no foul.
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by Kramer on March 9, 2010
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by Kramer on March 3, 2010
“Truth has a quiet breast.”
Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of King Richard II [I.iii.100]
Fishing Guide to the Stars
by Kramer Wetzel
For the week starting: 3.4.2010
Mars begins an un-retrograde process of rebuilding what has been rent asunder.
“Kiss me I’m one-fifth Irish.”
Pisces: “You go out with a guy called ‘Kramer,’ and weird, it just goes with the territory,” a date was explaining, “not like I figured dating you would be anything normal, whatever that means.” Not a Pisces, but that weirdness quotient? That’s very much present. Some Pisces will insist that there’s a “Kramer quotient” present, too. That much?
I’ll deny it. It’s not really me. It’s a combination of events that stack up planets and energies in strange ways, and that’s strange, even by the Pisces standards. Which are generally fairly liberal, in the weird way. Isolation is the solution.
It’s your birthday week, and everything is inside the Pisces circle is a screaming “Party!” However, everything outside the Pisces circle is gently suggesting to tone it down. Dinner for two, not two hundred. Quiet evenings with a one, Pisces-friendly person of interest. Not a barroom full of half-strangers. I’m just saying, tone it down. Work in the quiet time. You can enjoy adequate — even by your standards — enjoyment. Just take it easy.
Barefoot Astrology – casual and thorough
Aries: One morning, last week, I went to the post office to fetch up the mail. Bills, more bills, no money and a returned package. My tax forms I’d sent off to Mr. Tax Forms guy, the accountant. Mailed them a few days earlier, one, I didn’t have sufficient postage, so there was that pesky “postage due” issue, and a second deal? Have to hand a package over, if it weighs more than 13 ounces or something.
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