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Might I direct you to the Oracle of Bacon (i.e. Six Degrees of Separation) game? Go here: http://oracleofbacon.org/star_links.html to see how every Hollywood star is within six degrees of separation from every other Hollywood star.

I myself can boast that I am four degrees of separation from every U.S. President for the last 25 years -- my sister's friend married a secret service guy. Whoo hoo! I'm practically next in line for the presidency!
;-)

By Blogger Mary, at 1:26 PM  

Mary, I myself am 3 degrees of separation from Kevin Bacon! I starred in a play opposite someone who was in a movie with someone who was in a movie with Kevin Bacon!

By Blogger Amie, at 1:42 PM  

Ah, my sweet love-ly fellow Virgo, how do you just seem to know when I need our Horoscope read to me?
When I use the words "fingernail moon" - & I will - you will get the credit.
And I live in the city that the handsome Kevin Bacon hails from - Philly.
XOXO

By Blogger Martha, at 2:30 PM  

Oh, I so admire your capability to enact restraint (which you attributed to Catholic upbringing on Knitters Review). I am so not worthy. My idea of cutting back my addiction for magazines (all those pretty pictures, gratulous slippery glossy pages) was to stop buying one title while adding two I haven't yet explored.

Do you offer counseling?

By Anonymous Tangled Jane, at 1:11 PM  

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Tuesday, January 31, 2006  

Well my dearies - when last I wrote to you I was waxing on about how nothing lay before me but untrammeled ease and leisurely ambling through the days. Ha! Teach me to count on ease and comfort. On my desk at work, not 3 hours later, were three potential explosions of crappiness. Two, I disciplined myself to deal with immediately and was able to tweak them back into the yellow zone. The third awaits a Meeting on Thursday, with One Who Could Make My Life Stressful. All I could do there was to open up my brain to allow any possibilities to surface in the event they are needed. When Others can block your way, the best thing is to release your hold on your ego and see yourself as a consultant, called in to solve some stranger’s problems. This is especially true at work, which, in my case, is such a small portion of who I am; an important small portion, but quite fractional.

So long as I can remember that what we want is to solve the problem, not defeat the enemy, I’m usually pretty successful. The danger is internalizing the issue and letting the bleeding commence. All animal instincts rise, with claws bared and then, even when exhaustion forces a cease fire, any solutions are tainted by the metallic taste of the weapons we used. So, children. Remember. Solve the problem, don't crush the enemy.

Happily, I was able to cling to my own good advice yesterday and it became a rather pleasant day. There is still some important step in the bookkeeping process at work that I am not taking so my software makes strange upsetting hiccups in the reports, but I refuse to let it bother me. I have already decided that fiscal year ‘06 will be the experiment year and by July I have complete confidence that I will enter each and every item correctly so that the reports don’t just look perfect - but are.

Last night we had a bon voyage/get well dinner with P over in Mechanicsville. The YD’s went with us and on the way we got to talking about the strange coincidences of connectivity between people. Seven degrees of connectivity or something like that. At the restaurant we met a friend of D’s from England. D’s business is historical interpretation and representation, providing actors and interpreters to parks, museums, movies and events and M is his counterpart in the Old Country. “What?” I asked excitedly. “You provided that marvelous story teller at the Tower of London? (The June 6 post) She was worth the whole visit - better than the crown jewels.”

Turns out he did and does and is here - to do a training session with staff at Colonial Williamsburg on how to give more veracity to their interpretations. Small world. 7 degrees.

And now it is Tuesday. It’s also January 31 and tomorrow I will have been on the wagon for a whole month. Only 11 more to go. It’s been surprisingly easy to resist shopping temptation as I’ve knit and spun away on fiber from the Great Stash of Beyond. I finished up the Handspun Yarnswap 2 offering and then remembered I was supposed to bag it all up separately in 5 yard lengths and if I want to mail them off today I must get started. I shall leave you here with the sound of my scissors snipping in the background and this tiny treat from Mr.Horoscope. I always called it the fingernail moon and it's my favorite moon phase for its beauty. Now I can also love it for its promise of New Beginnings.

Today, a tiny "banana moon" will rise at breakfast and set at suppertime. You'll see it most easily just after dark. New Moons like this herald "new beginnings". If you want to start doing things differently from now on, today's an auspicious time to start.

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