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TAURUS (April 20-May 20): My Taurus friend Allie just put a new bumper sticker on her car: “I can’t remember if I’m the good twin or the evil one.” It’s almost as if she intuitively guessed one of the key themes you Bulls will soon be wrestling with: how to tell the difference between your strong, beautiful, inspiring qualities and your unripe, unlovely, and debilitating ones. It won’t be as easy as you might imagine. There are sides of your personality that are a blend of both the good and the bad, for one thing. It’s also true that your virtues sometimes mutate into vices, and vice versa. Proceed on this exploratory mission with a tough but open mind.

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TAURUS (April 20-May 20): On a song from his multi-platinum album, *Get Rich or Die Trying,* hip-hop artist 50 Cent sings, “I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love.” Your assignment, Taurus, is to do the opposite: Be into making love, not having sex. What? You say you already do that all the time? Well I’d like to suggest that like most of us, you still have a lot to learn about making love with your heart completely open and your mind full of innocent wonder. There’s more you could do to bestow blessings and invoke the divine presence while in your intimate embraces. Are you brave and humble enough to go to the next level? (P.S. If you don’t have a partner, work solo.)

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TAURUS (April 20-May 20): In his book *How’s Your AQ Today?,* ex-business executive Ed Rychkun says that our culture is so twisted that most bosses and leaders are jerks. In fact, it’s often necessary “to be an a**hole in order to succeed.” (The “AQ” in his title stands for “A**hole Quotient.”) I doubt that you’re an arrogant tyrant, insensitive egotist, or deceitful bully, Taurus, so I can’t imagine that you have a high AQ. That may also mean you’ve never been in a position to manipulate and exploit lots of people. According to my reading of the astrological omens, however, you need to *temporarily* experience what corrupt power is like. It will fill a gap in your education. That’s why I suggest you disguise yourself as a domineering, hyper-ambitious honcho this Halloween.

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my first post (3-13-01):
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three years ago (10-26-01):
My middle name is Michael.
My dad’s first name is Michael.
Michael (or the root of the name) is the name of one of the Archangels.
The one with the flaming sword.
The one that slew the Dragon.

two years ago (10-26-02):
I can picture myself standing on top of a rocky crag, the October wind and rain whipping around me, my heart skipping a beat and my face glowing. I’ve visited this cliff often, and the dirt is shuffled with prints from different styles of boots and high-top sneaker. Yeah, this place is familiar. I crouch down without using my hands to balance me (something my knees have recently allowed me to do) and draw some random designs amongst the sole prints.

Behind me, where the land is solid and flat, lightning crashes overhead. Ahead of me, amongst the mountains, valleys, and crags, the snow has begun to fall. I feel like I could be here forever, watching the weather and the rocks. Just breathing and living.

I really, honestly, truly, deeply feel that it is the daily battle with the concept of “hopeless” that opens my brain up to appreciating every little tiny mundane detail that comes my way. Appreciating the most ridiculous courtesies or looks or pattern of raindrops or comment or anything at all. So tonight, I will sit on my crag and watch the weather.

one year ago (10-26-03):
So, I was a good boy last night and set my clock back before I went to bed. I set the alarm on my cell phone, figuring that Sprint would update the time properly, as it’s fed from the towers. I can’t even manually set the clock on my phone. So, the alarm goes off, I get up, take a shower, get dressed and cleaned up, and start to pack for my weekend in Lansing. I glance at my clock.

4:58 AM.

Son. of. a. bitch. I look at my cell phone. 5:58 AM. I turn it off. I turn it back on. 4:58 AM. Well, isn’t that just HAPPY. So, I finish packing and take my crap downstairs. I take an hour nap on the couch, because I am damn well sure taking advantage of an hour extra to sleep, alarm screw-up or no alarm screw-up.

The drive in was excellent and without incident.

My first call was 47 minutes long. I think I need a benniferus as much as she needs a me.

six months ago: (04-26-04):
Chapter 15 is done and out.

three months ago: (07-26-04):
I have five different versions of Optimus Prime on my work desk. I’m being encouraged to bring in more by my coworkers. It brings a tear to my eye…

one month ago: (09-26-04):
I’ve been being a pretty crappy friend lately.

I have not been returning phone calls. I have not been responding to people wanting to hang out with me. I have been the one who always waits to be contacted, instead of letting my friends know that I’m interested in them as well.

I apologize.

As actions tend to speak louder than words, I will attempt to get my ass in gear and turn these things around.

today: (10-26-04):
I can’t remember being this excited and nervous about anything in my entire life.