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There's these teeny tiny things called atoms and are said to be the building blocks of all life, this planet and the Universe itself.
As the moon moves water, so are other atomic energies moved by space, time and mass. Mercury (the messenger) is retrograde (Planet appears to be moving backward from earth's viewpoint.) Expect communication, computer, phone and travel snafus. In important dealings be sure to dot all the i's and cross all the t's.
What should go normally well is fraught with obstacles. Consider this a planetary influence traffic report, not pre-destiny.
Take it or Leave it. Better to know about traffic jams ahead and plan accordingly rather than be overwhelmed with frustration.
Retrograde period ends March 21. Happy Equinox.
I have some interesting scar action happening on my stomach these days. Even with the hair growing back, they are rather prominent. A few days ago, Lisa and I went to a local health clubâs pool to meet some friends. Itâs the place where Michael Phelps trained most of his life and still teaches classes. Iâm still not allowed to submerge the takedown incision underwater, so I canât swim for a few more weeks. I didnât have a swimsuit on, but I could have take my shirt off and laid on the fake sandy beach area. As I watched the swimmers doing their thing, I remembered my scars.
Other than the medical folks and Lisa, the scars have yet to be seen. make their public debut. A few minutes ago, I held my scanner up to my stomach and tried to scan them. My advice is to never try something like that, ever. Unless youâre Andy Warhol and your scanner is named Richard Avedon.
I did a Facebook post a few weeks ago about scars trumping tattoos, which started a brief discussion about peopleâs reactions to seeing pronounced scarification. Several people talked about embracing them as a badge of honor: âHave you been in the shit? Yes, I have.â And then it lead naturally to mentioning the infamous Scar Competition scene in âJawsâ between Quint and Hooper. (Note: The video clip cuts before Quintâs USS Indianapolis monologue, which I think is the best thing Spielberg has ever written.)
One of my half-jokey responses to scars long before the surgery was that âScars Build Charactersâ delivered in the same dismissive, Little League coach tone as âwalk it offâ and ârub some dirt on it.â Or to quote the Team Atomic bracelet on my left wrist: âHarden The Fuck Up.â According to Google, âScars Build Characterâ is also the name of a play and appears in some modern country song lyrics. I have no idea how this came into my personal lexicon, but there it is, more relevant than ever.
In a few weeks, Lisa and I will be spending five or so days at a house on the beach in southern New Jersey with a group of old friends. Itâs been a hard year. Some of us have lost parents and Iâm not the only one that as battled cancer. Barring a double-dog dare at a bar after a few drinks, the scars wonât make their public debut until then. Iâm not sure if Iâm self-conscious about this or not. When I had the ostomy bag, I kept reading about people going the beach and swimming with them. Yes, mine was temporary, but I would have never, ever considered anything remotely close to this level of exposure and it makes my concerns about peopleâs reactions to the purplish lines, squiggles, and dots written across my stomach seem quaint and prudish.
One more scar note. I donât know what it means, but keep having a two-line poem about scars going through my head. It appears on the album sleeve of a mid-70s Neil Young album:
Lyndon Johnson bared his scars
American Stars N Bars
Robert Atkinson
Bones heal, Chicks dig scars, and America has the best doctor to daredevil ration of any country in the free world.
-Captain Lance Armstrong.
I have some interesting scar action happening on my stomach these days. Even with the hair growing back, they are rather prominent. A few days ago, Lisa and I went to a local health clubâs pool to meet some friends. Itâs the place where Michael Phelps trained most of his life and still teaches classes. Iâm still not allowed to submerge the takedown incision underwater, so I canât swim for a few more weeks. I didnât have a swimsuit on, but I could have take my shirt off and laid on the fake sandy beach area. As I watched the swimmers doing their thing, I remembered my scars.
Other than the medical folks and Lisa, the scars have yet to be seen. make their public debut. A few minutes ago, I held my scanner up to my stomach and tried to scan them. My advice is to never try something like that, ever. Unless youâre Andy Warhol and your scanner is named Richard Avedon.
I did a Facebook post a few weeks ago about scars trumping tattoos, which started a brief discussion about peopleâs reactions to seeing pronounced scarification. Several people talked about embracing them as a badge of honor: âHave you been in the shit? Yes, I have.â And then it lead naturally to mentioning the infamous Scar Competition scene in âJawsâ between Quint and Hooper. (Note: The video clip cuts before Quintâs USS Indianapolis monologue, which I think is the best thing Spielberg has ever written.)
One of my half-jokey responses to scars long before the surgery was that âScars Build Charactersâ delivered in the same dismissive, Little League coach tone as âwalk it offâ and ârub some dirt on it.â Or to quote the Team Atomic bracelet on my left wrist: âHarden The Fuck Up.â According to Google, âScars Build Characterâ is also the name of a play and appears in some modern country song lyrics. I have no idea how this came into my personal lexicon, but there it is, more relevant than ever.
In a few weeks, Lisa and I will be spending five or so days at a house on the beach in southern New Jersey with a group of old friends. Itâs been a hard year. Some of us have lost parents and Iâm not the only one that as battled cancer. Barring a double-dog dare at a bar after a few drinks, the scars wonât make their public debut until then. Iâm not sure if Iâm self-conscious about this or not. When I had the ostomy bag, I kept reading about people going the beach and swimming with them. Yes, mine was temporary, but I would have never, ever considered anything remotely close to this level of exposure and it makes my concerns about peopleâs reactions to the purplish lines, squiggles, and dots written across my stomach seem quaint and prudish.
One more scar note. I donât know what it means, but keep having a two-line poem about scars going through my head. It appears on the album sleeve of a mid-70s Neil Young album:
