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TAURUS (April 20-May 20): “Dear Dr. Brezsny: I dreamed that an angel who looked like Angelina Jolie was teaching me how to gather energy high in the sky and release it in the form of lightning bolts. It required great upper arm strength because I had to make broad sweeping motions with my arms that gathered the necessary electricity into a vortex that would serve as my launching area. I was exhilarated, though nervous about how much force I had at my disposal. What does my dream mean? -Taurus with Goose Bumps.” Dear Taurus: Your dream is a symbol of the situation many Bulls are facing right now. You have enormous energy at your disposal. Here’s my advice: *Don’t* use your lightning bolts to intimidate people and institutions that have offended you. Instead, put on a demonstration of strength, impressing everyone–adversaries and allies alike–with your ability to command great power responsibly.

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I’m not sure how much of a big deal that I want to make out of this.

One one hand, the surrealism is off the scale. More than Brian Gasperosky coming back to Lansing and camping out at Gone Wired. More than Theio’s with wireless internet access. More than beating Myst in two days. More than using moisturizer.

On the other hand, the surrealism is the only aspect of it that even remotely touches my life. There is no other impact… hell, even if I was the naive’ person I was back then, I wouldn’t have the -time- to be anything but… well, surprised.

Aaron Conely is back in town. Apparently attending classes full-time at MSU and working at Grill 155 in the Union.

This takes me back in such a weird way.

Stop bothering me, kid, your forehead slopes. – Transmetal Megatron

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You remember back in December, when I was buying ‘s Yule present, that I ripped the sleeve of my trench coat the day that I got it back from ? Well, the other day I popped a button off of it on the way out of the bus. That means that there’s a ripped sleeve, on the seam, and two buttons missing.

My poor armor.

A week or so before that, I’d lost my keys. The dragon-clip-thing that I’d gotten from had just fallen off of my belt loop.

A few days ago, I was sitting in Theio’s, formatting the iBook, and had everything backed up to my USB jumpdrive. I had it and the headphones (couldn’t listen to music on the laptop while it’s formatting) up on a little wooden ledge next to the booth. I got up to leave, and left the jump drive and headphones there.

I had never copied the files back from the jumpdrive to the iBook.

All of my writing – gone.
All of my saved photos – gone.
All of my electronic notes and papers since I’ve come back to school – gone.
All of my work timesheets and logs – gone.

Needless to say, I was a wee bit upset. But there is always light at the end of the tunnel. One can always decide to let these things go and move on. Re-build and pull in.

I have a replacement house key and car key on a new clip on my belt loop. It’s the same color as the dragon clip was, and my mini-MagLite is.

I have pulled as many of my school notes from outgoing emails as I can. Luckily, I am often requested to share my notes.

I have pulled the most recent novel revision that I can from the outgoing email I sent to Huggy and Emily. The first seven issues of Steven scripts can be gotten from the Yahoo!Groups site. Most of the other writing exists in its original, hand-written, hard copy form at home.

Best of all, there’s a hard drive from a dead desktop sitting at home that has all of my pre-Christmas writing on it.

Casualties:
– Little City Mafia (can be re-typed from handwritten original)
– A few chapter intros to the novel revision.
– A paper on the Nacirema for my Rituals class.
– My Islam notes.
– One free (legal) mp3 download, that I think I can get again.

Not as bad as it once was, and easily moved forward from. Now, why does this stuff come in cycles? What does it mean?