The Rumblr’s in-house astrologer, Madame Clairevoyant, presents her latest dispatch from the stars:
Aries: This is a week for doing what you can to let go of the the things in your life that are too bitter, too dark, too full of strange heavy sorrows. Get rid of them or throw them into the ocean or just put them away for later, for another time, for when you’re ready. This is a week for clearing space inside your head, for opening your curtains, for letting as much quiet winter light into your house as you can. This is a week for preparing yourself for wilder, brighter days. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Taurus: This week’s going to be about getting a little tough, a little loud, a little selfish. Not in a cruel way, not in a hard way, just enough to make you brave, enough to help you name the world that you want, enough to fight for your own life. Spend your days reading, or talking to people you trust, or cutting your own hair, or walking out in the snow, watching the light, dreaming about magic. Listen to your guts this week, listen to the sky, listen to songs that make you dance. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Gemini: This week, even when it’s grey out, even when the world feels messy, even when there’s not enough light in the afternoon, try to spend time with other people, try to be honest, try to be so open with the people you love. Try, as much as you can, not to hide your wild dark feelings, not to hide the small ugly thoughts that keep you awake at night. This week, honesty can keep you warm, it can help you find your way, it can make the ground solid underneath your feet. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Cancer: This is a week for untangling the messiest pieces of your life, for untangling your wild visions, for organizing your thoughts, your closet, your spice rack. It’s a week for figuring out the things that keep bothering you and for unraveling the weird threads of your dreams. Remember what your bones are made of, remember what lives in your heart, remember where you come from. Listen to other people. Sit still sometimes. Let your blurry daydreams come into focus, let them speak to you, let them show you a path. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Leo: This week, let yourself get a little starry-eyed, let yourself get dreamy, let yourself go a little wild imagining different futures, different ways to live, different worlds. This week, you can be strong and you can get things done, and still you can spend whole days dreaming about things that don’t even exist yet. Spend some time alone this week, let your head get clear, and let your weird desires lead you, let them guide you, let them drive you toward all of the bright things you want the most. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Virgo: This week, even on the quiet days, even when the air outside feels hushed, your body’s going to sense some kind of charge in the air, like something big is coming, like there’s a fire in your heart, like there’s electricity flowing through your veins. You’re going to sparkle, this week, you’re going to glow, you’re going to feel so strong. If you try, if you pay attention to all this power in the air and in your body, you’ll be able to get so much done. You can do so much work this week, you can do so much magic. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Libra: This week, the world is going to be so rich, so wild, so full, that it’s maybe going to feel a little tangled all around you; it’s maybe going to feel a little bit messy, a little weird. It’s okay. It’s a week for figuring things out, for living in the messiness, in the uncertainty, in your own soft body. If you let them, like this can work magic. They can change the way you see, they can change the way you move, they it can light up your entire world. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Scorpio: This is a week to be a little quiet, if you need to be. It’s a week to take it easy. It’s a week for caring for yourself, caring for your body and your home and your life. Be as gentle as you can with the people you know and let them be gentle back at you. Go outside and let the stars talk to you, let the trees call to you, let the cold air say your name. Bake bread, or bake cookies, or make pots of soup; do what you can to keep your house warm. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Sagittarius: This week is for living out in the world, for living in places other than the inside of your own brain, for leaving the house, for talking and thinking and dreaming out loud. Spend time with other people as much as you can this week, with your parents, with your friends, with your neighbors, with people you hardly even know. It’s a week for stirring things up, for listening, for talking, for stoking the fire inside you enough to keep you warm, enough to make you happy, enough to make you loud. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Capricorn: This week, let your ambitions go a little wild. Let them grow unwieldy, too big for your body, too big for you to even look at, up close. This week, do whatever you have to in order to believe in a bright future for yourself, to believe in success, to believe in wilder joys than you’ve ever imagined. Look forward, with bright eyes and a beating heart. Get dreamy but keep your feet on the ground, keep moving, keep living in the world while you make your great plans. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Aquarius: This is a week for seeking out whatever kinds of wisdom you can find, in stories, in songs, in the sky, in the sea. It’s a week for reading and for listening to people older than you and people younger than you. This week, trust the wisdom in your body, the wisdom of your hair and your heart and your bones. Focus on finding whatever you need to get you moving, whatever you need to make you brave, whatever you need to guide you. Let it help navigate your weird days and your weird dreams. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Pisces: This week, you’re going to feel, so intensely, that you’re right on the verge of something great, right on the edge of bright new joys. Try not to rush it, try not to hurry through these days, try to live inside whatever glowing anticipation you can find. Watch the sky, watch your favorite movies, say hello to the people on your street. Live in the best way you know how, this week, and keep your eyes open. Try to enjoy the quiet moments while you wait for your whole world to burst into color. Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Today’s image was made specially for Madame Clairevoyant by Jen May.
Listen to Beyoncé, obviously.
Truest horoscope of all time.
[Hi! This is something I never do, but: I hope you enjoy reading the semi-autobiographical short story I wrote today, during my self-imposed exile from my apartment because of a giant praying mantis. I haven’t been home since 9am and am losing my mind!!]
Fiona never went back to her apartment after the day the praying mantis took up residence in what had been her home. It had, up to that point, been a normal morning, in a largely ordinary life. Fiona was 29, a stable, steady age if there ever was one: the untamable tangles of her teens and early twenties wrested into submission, but not yet subject to the wildness and worry of children that might come in her 30s. She felt neither young nor old, and it seemed to her that she was in a pleasant blank zone, one where, for a few years at least, her age could simply not signify. She did the same things on most days, and had settled into an occupation, a place to live, and a man to be with. The mold of her life had gone solid and for the very first time, it appeared unlikely that anything truly surprising would ever happen to her again.
Seriously: Storm King. It is magic.
Impermanent furniture placement, but already so much less of a nightmare place.
(It’s a Dorian Gray-ish scenario though, wherein the better this room looks, the more the “den” deteriorates into slovendom.)
How is it possible that two people can spend at least eight hours unpacking, but have things look like this?
Listen, I love hearing about Beyonce’s baby, but as far as I’m concerned, the two following items are what really merit a story:
Solange, herself a mother, just relocated to Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn, from Los Angeles, and sent her son to first grade this past week. She’s also working on a new record. #
Don’t you have so many questions? I have so many questions! (Like what school? And if I haunt coffee shops in Carroll Gardens will I run into Solange Knowles? And if I do, will we become best friends? Would she like me to babysit? Because I can babysit. Although maybe it’s weird to ask your best friend to be your babysitter? So, I dunno. But like, if say, her sister and brother-in-law need a babysitter, she should feel free to pass along my name. And most importantly of all, can she please make sure that all of the songs on the album are Sandcastle Disco-level?)
2011 Book #60
AAAAAAAAAAAAAH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Is this a book with teams? Because TEAM PEETA.
I am twelve.
Oh, ARE THERE EVER teams. Actually, wait, no. I take it back. There are no teams because Gale doesn’t even register.
I like to think that “WOMYN aka HITCH (Demo?)” exists because Heems read this (probably, right?) and got very fixated on all it contains, as well as the idea that “AN INCREASING NUMBER of feminists are voicing their regret about not sleeping with a small but growing number of Das Racist members”.
At first, I read this ad on the back of a truck on Long Island as “white glove stabbing”.
“You grew up to have an affinity for lovely things, a possibly inflated sense of your own uniqueness, a teensy hint of self-righteousness (remember how she refused tea when they raised the tea tax? “Thank you, I shall take no tea!”), and a latent familiarity with Colonial Williamsburg.” (i’m pretty sure you all know exactly what this refers to)
I belong to the bitter last category (“no American Girl Doll”). This deprivation, coupled with the fact that my younger sister did get an American Girl Doll, along with the millions of salt particles in my wound, like the cunning little bedroom set and the special outfits, still comes up at least once a year in my family. There are no appropriate reparations that could ever be made to me.
"Flagpole Sitta" - Harvey Danger
It has turned out, again and again, that attendance at the free Harvey Danger concert at the Cambridgeside Galleria in the fall of 1998 is the single best indicator of whether someone (from Boston) and I end up as friends.