Ain’t there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?
Still my favorite Bowie tune. He’s 65 FREAKIN’ YEARS OLD today, which means, yeah, we’re old, too:
From Michael Lutin, my favorite Jungian astrologer:
Why bullshit you? Nobody, but nobody ever gets through a Saturn transit without facing some pretty serious and often scary and traumatic changes in their life. At the time it hardly seems like good luck, so you’re not about to go around whistling “the hills are alive with the sound of music.” It would be unfair to tell you any fairy tales about that. One thing is certain, however, and this is a promise: On the other side of this transit – which should be over by the fall, you will have learned invaluable lessons about humility, responsibility and appreciation for life, and gained wisdom that will grant stature over and respect among your peers.
Let’s just see if there’s anything to this astrology stuff. My astrologer friend April says she doesn’t know anyone who got through a 12th house Saturn transit without multiple trips to the hospital, so I’d say I’m right on track.
I don’t have much mental or emotional energy left for anything else, but that should improve after the surgery.
Honestly, who knew your body could become so unreliable, so quickly? I’m floored by the amount of time and energy I spend on various medical issues now.
As I’ve said before, the thing I like about reading fiction is that it teaches you that not everyone has had the same life as you. If you’re smart, you manage to understand enough of what you’ve read to accumulate what we might call “wisdom” about the broader life experiences.
So I feel pretty safe in saying that Rick Santorum doesn’t read fiction. Not only doesn’t read fiction, but he’s probably quite proud that he doesn’t waste any time on such useless endeavors. (Aren’t you late for the Latin Mass, Rick?)
Anyway: Here’s Charlie Pierce, dissecting last night’s GOP debate.
I managed to convince myself there was something real, but he never wrote a song for me. Sheila Nicholls:
Don’t you find it a bit odd that they felt threatened enough to shut down?
SF Weekly – KCBS reports that a small group of senior citizens between the ages of 69 and 82 successfully shut down a Bank of America in Bernal Heights with nothing more than walkers and oxygen tanks. That’s right: No shouting, chanting, tear gas, or window-smashing.
The group, which dubbed itself “Wild Old Women” set up camp right outside the BofA, holding signs in what they were calling “a run on the bank.”
While the protesters said they had no intention (or oxygen) of storming the bank, as occupiers in other communities have done, officials at Bank of America shut the doors and locked them as they spotted the slow-moving group make its way to the front of the bank.