On DVDs, TVs, Internet, Intra-Net, Surround Sounds, MMS, Birthdays, Weddings, GPRS, and, PVR decoders...

I'm a self-declared techno-phobic or is that a techno-idiot?

"Spiritual Crisis" that's the name I've decided I should officially be called in esoteric circles- can anyone tell me how to pronounce that in American Indian, or should I be returning to my African roots?

Please don't laugh... this is serious stuff.

The pressure to perform in all departments of my life is beginning to take its mental and physical toll once again, and for the first time in three years I'm feeling absolutely bereft of a solution.

It's 3:36am and I'm awake, not out of choice, but out of WORRY.

As I sat down to write my blog a minute or so ago, I realized that I honestly don't have much to say tonight. Thus, I found myself poring over the day's transit chart hoping that by some miracle I would be enchanted into a masterpiece…

It's thus that I noticed that the Sun had just entered the last malevolent degree of Taurus. I've never fully researched the extent of this most awful, awful degree of the zodiac, so I decided to rip my books off the shelf and at least arm myself with a minimum of one quote before I report on the dire consequences that 29 degrees of bullishness bestows.

Apologies to our editor and everyone involved in the production of ASPECTS…my contributions have been consistently late as of 2008! (in fact I'm so late this month they might only print me in next century).

BUT! I have the perfect astrological excuse, I AM BEING VICIOUSLY ATTACKED BY URANUS!! And when I say, "I", I mean the ruler of my Sun and Ascendant, the REAL ME (glorious Venus in Pisces).

What's got into me? I'm never late for anything, always organized, always prepared and never overly surprised at the result of my effort (or sometimes non-effort) in life. Being a stubborn double Taurus cow with a lucky Gemini Moon I have a natural gift for slow planning and fast action.