Well, retrograde this, Horoscope Wednesday
TAURUS April 20-May 20 Initiate well-laid plans and do it with steeze this week. You are set to create foundations that can bring you much success. So make sure you truly want what you’re working toward — ‘cause you just might get it. (SFBG) It’s a great time to get breast implants, a penis enlargement, a nose enhancement (if our nose is too tiny), or surgery to elongate...
Signs of the impending Mayapocalypse:
Investigating post-bac CPA programs on a Tuesday.
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Mark Bittman will help me get my shit together.
Under the weather, Horoscope Wednesday
TAURUS April 20-May 20 No matter how excited you are or how pressing your circumstances, make sure you pace yourself. You run the risk of moving too fast, getting overwhelmed, and shutting down. Adopt a pace you can sustain. (SFBG) If you’re thinking of calling on a ghost to provide you with information, make sure you know how to banish it when you’re finished milking it. If...
God, Make Up Your Mind - Cold War Kids
On Expectations (And A Writer's Lack Of Same) |... →
Oh. Pertinent. Low expectations are not a recipe for good self-care. You get sour; you drink too much wine; you stop reading because everything you read makes you even more sour; you go on diatribes against successful young writers in the kitchens at parties. You definitely are not working out. Eventually you wear a hole in one of the elbows of your bathrobe and instead of taking it off,...
I KNEW IT. Augh, and I'll need a new bag soon too! →
Sixty, so they say.
Nostalgia (again), what else?
Another drink, something cold, sour.
Just some time, please, just some time
Wishin', whinin' horoscope wednesday
TAURUS April 20-May 20 Is your glass half empty or half full, Taurus? Notice if you’re turning your back on things just because they don’t fit in with your plans. Pursue happiness, even if that means coping with troubles (and it probably will). (SFBG) Mythologist Michael Meade says that the essential nature of every human soul is gifted, noble, and wounded. I agree. Cynics who...
i just want you to live up to the image of you I...
The potential miracle of the cookbook was immediately apparent: you start with a...– Adam Gopnik, “What’s the Recipe?: Our Hunger for Cookbooks”
You know it's going to be one of those
with an automated email from Whole Foods of all fucking places, and the return of the lump in your throat.
And if I went with you, I'd disappoint you too.
Already somebody’s baby.
Poem for the Day: on what I didn’t hear you say by... →
So amazed to know this person. You should familiarize yourself with her now, so you can be cool later.
Wet but foggy warm Horoscope Wednesday
TAURUS April 20-May 20 If you aren’t more flexible, you’ll be unable to let in the good that is trying to enter your life. All change requires some compromise. Don’t overthink things, and practice openness wherever you feel blocked. (SFBG) Your meditation for this week comes from writer H. P. Lovecraft. “What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is,...
Overextended WHAT? Horoscope Monday
TAURUS April 20-May 20 Step out of fix-it mode, or you’ll end up taking apart the kitchen sink and not knowing how to get it back together again. Clarify your needs and motives before you strike out — even if that slows you down. (SFBG) The Carnival season gets into full swing this weekend and lasts through Mardi Gras next Tuesday night. Wherever you are, Taurus, I suggest you use...
White Oppression Myths, Debunked →
“Point: “There’s no ‘White History Month.’” Counterpoint: That’s because we have consolidated an entire White History Month into one big White History Day and we fill that day with parades full of white people doing white things like not moving their arms when they dance and drinking light beer and celebrating their whiteness, and that day is called St....
Dear men who obviously have entitlement issues,
I would try harder to be sympathetic, but not today. Or maybe never for real sympathetic. xo
There will not be enough coffee in the world today
Apologies to all on the corner of State and Van Buren. I told myself it wasn’t a good day to leave the house. I was not mistaken. Ran out of veneer. Or stitches. Blew it up with too much beer and hopes hung on warm weather. I hate crying for no reason at all. I hate crying. Quite frankly, it should be obvious I am not better than this.
Chip on my shoulder a mile wide.
Inability to create solitary space and it is wholly necessary.