LATKES IN THE SEVENTH HOUSE
Technically, I know there are those who consider it the literal embodiment of worshipping the stars (avodat elilim), but my relationship with astrology is conflicted. Obviously, as a writer, I realize that the forecasts are crafted in such a way that anyone might be able to read them and say, "Oh, my god [note the lowercase g]! That's so me! That's so what's happening right now." By the same token, I do find that my sign really does exemplify me, and I often find myself drawn to other Geminis.
We [and I speak in the we of all Geminis and the we of the twins that astrology states all Geminis are] are complex and conflicted beings. Our mirrors have two faces; we are often simultaneously introverted and extroverted, shy and the life of the party. We have so rich an inner life that it bubbles out, and so overwhelming an outer life that it can engender the most intensely brutal kind of introspection. Possessing our own duality, and carrying it within us like an embryonic secret, we are quick to discern complexity in others. Because of this we are also likely to become novelists, playwrights, actors, performers and poets. We are likely to read meaning into the words of others and analyze "what they meant by that." Our sense of others is only as infallible as human habit and consistency, but we are investigative, likely to probe for truth wheree'r it lies.
Most of the time, horoscopes are about love or financial success. And then, in this morning's Yahoo forecast, I get this:
"The 13th and 14th, some of the fat you trimmed could be fried up, short-order-cook style -- and if you aren't careful, you could get burned. "
Mmm. Better get that fat frying. Smells like astrololatkes.