Just for fun, here’s a little Libran divertissement to brighten up your morning .. First up, let’s join the beautiful people at one of their delightfully decadent soirees, where, rumour has it, some famous Libran wits have been engaged to perform for the amusement and edification of the invited glitterati. To set the scene, visualize an opulent ballroom setting that positively shrieks class and money, á la Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, foregrounded by stylishly costumed couples sashaying silkily to a jazz trio playing George Gershwin tunes, whilst in the background, the tinkling of crystal glasses punctuates the hum of mirth-filled conversation and the sussurating swish of swirling skirts .. Okay, I’ve set the scene, now let’s begin our mission, which is to position ourselves at the front line of the action so we don’t miss a single word. [Sotto voce] “Quick, over there, I’ve just spotted Groucho Marx and Oscar talking to Gore Vidal. Hey, how about that, tonight is my lucky night. Oscar and Groucho are my heroes. They mix the perfect cocktail of wit and wisdom, from the hilarious to the sublime. I’ve met Gore before you know, he’s a long time sparring partner of Truman Capote, you know the guy who hosted the Party of the Century and wrote In Cold Blood. He, Truman that is, once dated a gay friend of a friend of mine, apparently he’s a lousy lover, at least that’s what my friend Harry told me, but please don’t repeat that, I hate spreading rumours based on second hand information. It’s none of my business anyway I guess .. [Sound of laughter]
Anyway, enough of that, let’s listen in, Groucho just said something that’s cracked everybody up: “I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it.” To which Oscar responds: “It is better to be beautiful than to be good. But it is better to be good than to be ugly.” Groucho, quick as a flash, bats back: “I never forget a face, but in your case I’m willing to make an exception.”
Undeterred Oscar returns volley: “Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.”
Full Moon = the Sun in Libra opposed by the Moon in Aries, perfecting at 8:07 am Monday Oct 14 AEDT. Both are squared by dark lord Pluto, planet of death, rebirth and transformation in Capricorn and harmoniously trined and sextiled by the learned, wise and benevolent king of the gods, Jupiter in Sagittarius.
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Full Moon = the Sun in Libra opposed by the Moon in Aries, perfecting at 8:07 am Monday Oct 14 AEDT. Both are squared by dark lord Pluto, planet of death, rebirth and transformation in Capricorn and harmoniously trined and sextiled by the learned, wise and benevolent king of the gods, Jupiter in Sagittarius.
#astrologybyvarij
Reading an article in today’s SMH on the cruel practice of ‘jigging’ racehorses to make them run faster, see excerpt below, I once again experienced a familiar sense of estrangement from many of the popular rituals of Australian culture. I’m just not into horse racing, gambling, boozing, [that is getting pissed] or mainstream food and fashion and backyard meat barbecues that are all set to feature in the Spring Racing Carnival now upon us. This despite the fact that my dad was a backlane SP bookie and listening to race calls blaring from the radio with him was very much part of my early childhood. To this day I can do a serviceable race call in a broad aussie accent, a talent I’ve used in various theatrical contexts over the years. But, fresh from last night’s Byron Greens Drug Reform Forum, what really gets my ire up is the legally and culturally sanctioned celebration of getting smashed = alcohol abuse that reaches its apotheosis on Melbourne Cup day, whilst simultaneously our closed minded, out of touch politicians and police criminalize and demonize smoking dope and popping pills! What do you call that? Cognitive dissonance? Egregious hypocrisy? Or just plain bullshit!?
