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February 19, 2008

Light Bulb Lights
Pisces (February 18 - March 19): Your life becomes an emotional roller coaster in the next three weeks. There may be some hair-raising moments, but they're good for you.

So I decided to take some direction from watching my old friend Mr. H out in Maine deal with the slings and arrows of existence and signed up on eHarmony last night (after two glasses of wine), hence the interest in the horoscope this morning in the Chronicle. I'm not going to mention any of it here other than to say this is a step outside of my comfort zone and the three automated email responses I had this morning from eHarmony described women who seem interesting, attractive and my age. Hard to meet women my age. I meet women who are interesting, smart and attractive, but they tend to be married and twenty plus years younger. (Some folks of my acquaintance tell me this is a b.s. excuse and they're probably right, but that's been my position for longer than I care to say and I'm sticking with it.)

Raining this morning, by the way, but the head is good and I'm feeling good and that's good, although I could do without the rain.

So, are you going to contact one of the ladies who've been recommended to you because they match your rag tag profile?

I have not the vaguest idea. I'm very good at this loner-bachelor business and today with the rain I'm sitting here at the computer working on ArtAndLife, the heat full blast and I'm more than comfortable; I've had an excellent breakfast, read the papers and I believe there's a primary in Wisconsin today which means there will be interesting political reporting this evening. There are women out there who enjoy such things, I'm sure of it, but they're hiding out there as I am hiding in here and finding them is quite a project. I'm told finding them can be quite a project.

You've had more than one lady handed to you on a silver platter who, in a fair and rational world, wouldn't have given you the time of day and still you flee. Let us be honest here and perhaps stuff it before you embarrass yourself. I, remember, being your Self.

Later (as opposed to earlier). Watched one of my Chinese soaps this evening. They have a habit of killing off a number of extremely attractive ladies before the hero connects with whom I guess is the right lady and lives happily ever after. I'm not sure you can kill off extremely attractive ladies in any number and plan to live happily ever after. One, maybe, but grieving is required. Not a whole lot of grieving: ten-twenty-thirty years should be enough. Still, these Chinese soaps seem to imply you just watch your lady die and go on without apparent consternation to the next. Perhaps a cultural difference. Then again perhaps death is a metaphor here for breaking up. The lady passes on to better relationships and you, dear hero, learn from the experience.

You've been watching this Kung Fu shit again. Ten-twenty-thirty years indeed! Probably best you're single. A teenager's brain in a sixty year old body.

Ah, the light bulb lights.

The photograph was taken at the San Francisco 2004 Carnaval parade with a Nikon F5 probably mounted with a 135mm f 2.0 Nikkor lens at f 2.0 on Kodak Ektachrome.