Sunday, March 13, 2011

Say thanks. Say sorry. Say goodbye.

Let's all move on from yesterday. Say thanks. Say sorry. Say goodbye.

Say thanks for the good things that have happened. As well as for the bad. For without the bad, we would never learn.

When bad things happen, think that nobody wants what happened. It could've been that everyone was just worrying for the other - in one way or another. It could've been that we wanted something better for our families, friends, and loved ones. We get so caught up in our lives sometimes that when things don't work our way, we blame others and get angry. Be it at people, the traffic, hunger, or even the rain.

Be careful not to be angry out of concern, as it cancels out the original thought and ends up messing things. Or better yet, be careful not to be angered so easily. You never know how your anger affects you (or other people). When you feel agitated, annoyed, or angered - stop. Count backwards from 100 to 1, breathe and feel your anger diminish with each number. Relax before you do or say anything that can end up hurting yourself (or other people).

Let's own our feelings and not blame others or situations when things go out of hand. That way we can look into ourselves and find healing from the inside. And when we are healed, we change. Not only ourselves, but also other people.

Say sorry for when you get angry. Or when you feel you've done something wrong. Or when you've come short of expectations. We are human. Saying sorry means you acknowledge this humanity, and that you're willing to work to be a better person. And that you are.

Do not worry about stuff you can't control - like the weather, the future, or how other people get angry, emotional, and throw tantrums. You're sentencing yourself to an early death just by making yourself suffer unnecessarily. Life is already full of stressors, don't add yourself to the endless list. Instead, help yourself manage what you can. Your feelings. Your reactions. Your actions. Your words. These are what you can take control of and own.

As with any experience, let's be positive and take the good from the bad. Pick up the bits and pieces, stand up, leave the bad stuff behind and move on. There's always more to life than what we see, we just need to pay attention.

Say good bye to the things that make us hurt; to the things that make our hearts feel heavy with dismay; to the mistakes we've made and bash ourselves for making; to the bad habits we've developed; to the feelings that we feel but can't let go; to the emotions that hold us back from experiencing the fullness of life. Good bye. Farewell.

So let's move on. Now. Say thanks. Say sorry. Say good bye.

Friday, January 14, 2011

A faux pas of astrological proportions

This is what I have been telling my friend Karl since the other day: sidereal astrology is nothing new. It's just that not many people are aware of it, hence the apparent chaos.


What most people know of is the tropical zodiac (yes, that is the one with 12 signs).If you considered yourself a Libra under the tropical zodiac last week, you're still a Libra under the same zodiac this week. It won't change unless you change from which zodiac (either tropical or sidereal) you base your sign on.


And you can't go comparing the two zodiacs as the tropical is fixed to the seasons, i.e., the orientation of the Earth relative to the solar system; whereas the sidereal is fixed to the constellations, i.e., the orientation of the Earth relative to the galaxy.


At any rate, the carnival created by the your-sign-isn't-your-sign-now article and the one on Ophiuchus (a.k.a. Serpentarius) has been amusing at best, and oddly catastrophic for many. I just find it surprising for many intelligent people to immediately accept something presented in a matter-of-fact way and be shaken without first digging for the facts and finding out more. It just so happened that I was aware of the sidereal zodiac that's why I wasn't fazed when Karl tried to goad me with this astrological fiasco. 


The existence of two zodiacs is hardly news: they've been there for more than a millennia. 


Anyway, get a grip people and just read on. This should pacify your outrage and provide the much-needed perspective on the issue at hand. You can breathe a little easier now. 
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No, your zodiac hasn't changed.

Tattoo parlor owners must be salivating. An assertion in a Minneapolis Star Tribune article that our understanding of the zodiac is off by about a month - and that therefore people have been identifying themselves with the wrong sign - caught fire on the internet Thursday, and many folks are in an absolute panic on social media.


"If my zodiac symbol has been changed to a Libra, what am I supposed to do with my Scorpio tattoo?!?!," read one tweet Thursday.


Some vowed to get their tats removed. Others groaned about losing the sign with which they’ve identified themselves for years. The zodiac and related terms - including Ophiuchus, said to be a 13th and neglected sign - were trending Twitter topics much of Thursday.


But before astrology fans scrape the ink from their arms because they think they're now a Virgo instead of a Libra, they should consider this: If they adhered to the tropical zodiac - which, if they're a Westerner, they probably did – absolutely nothing has changed for them.


That's worth rephrasing: If you considered yourself a Cancer under the tropical zodiac last week, you're still a Cancer under the same zodiac this week.


That's because the tropical zodiac – which is fixed to seasons, and which Western astrology adheres to – differs from the sidereal zodiac – which is fixed to constellations and is followed more in the East, and is the type of zodiac to which the Star Tribune article ultimately refers.


Two zodiacs. That's nothing new.


"This story is born periodically as if someone has discovered some truth. It's not news," said Jeff Jawer, astrologer with Tarot.com.


The hubbub started with Sunday's Star Tribune article, which said the following: "The ancient Babylonians based zodiac signs on the constellation the sun was 'in' on the day a person was born. During the ensuing millenniums, the moon’s gravitational pull has made the Earth 'wobble' around its axis, creating about a one-month bump in the stars' alignment."


"When [astrologers] say that the sun is in Pisces, it’s really not in Pisces," Parke Kunkle, a board member of the Minnesota Planetarium Society, told the Star Tribune.


"Indeed," the article continued, "most horoscope readers who consider themselves Pisces are actually Aquarians." The article also asserts Scorpio's window lasts only seven days, and that a 13th constellation, Ophiuchus, used to be counted between Scorpio and Sagittarius but was discarded by the Babylonians because they wanted 12 signs per year.


True enough, Jawer says, the sun doesn't align with constellations at the same time of year that it did millennia ago. But that’s irrelevant for the tropical zodiac, codified for Western astrology by Ptolemy in the second century, he says.


In the tropical zodiac, the start of Aries is fixed to one equinox, and Libra the other.


"When we look at the astrology used in the Western world, the seasonally based astrology has not changed, was never oriented to the constellations, and stands as … has been stated for two millenniums," Jawer said.


People who put stock in astrology can ask whether they should adhere to the tropical zodiac or the sidereal zodiac. Jawer argues for the tropical.


"Astrology is geocentric. It relates life on Earth to the Earth’s environment, and seasons are the most dramatic effect, which is why we use the tropical zodiac," he said.


Original article taken from CNN.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Sense and Sensibility

I plagiarized my own work and inserted and edited a few things here and there to give this post a neoteric semblance. Read on.

When I tried searching the net for a some forms of abuse, I was appalled to see that there were only a few listed, and the ones I was expecting to find were nowhere to be found (or perhaps I was just darned lazy to search some more).

The said search for the abuse in question was prompted when a very good friend of mine hinted at having our auditory and olfactory rights protected. Having somebody invade your personal space is quite unnerving, especially if these insensitive and inconsiderate boobs become habitual or repeat offenders.

The form of abuse I am referring to is the invasion of privacy and personal space. Imagine a person looming over behind you and watch every activity going on at your desktop, scrutinizing every excruciating pixel of what you're doing. This would be okay if the person in question was your superior and/or boss. Unfortunately, this is not always the case.

Regrettably, there are also those who are completely clueless that somehow they are already encroaching upon another person's space. I'd like to call this passive invasion. I'm thrilled to cite the following examples to better best illustrate my point.

Try to think about someone yapping (ad nauseam) about some nondescript event in their inconsequential lives at the top of their lungs, like they had the inescapable urge to consume all of the oxygen within a 12-feet radius, within a short span of time. Their irritating voice permeates my hapless ears, even with my headset on. This is true despite the fact that the headset and the media player's volume is set reasonably high (supposedly high enough to drown outside noises). This effort proves futile in the face of their doggedly ululating uvulas. Aargh!

As a rule of thumb, if you have nothing nice to say, shut your trap. If you do have something unsavory to say, endeavor to make it palatable and have it delivered with tact and the proper voice modulation. Unless of course the speaker doesn't mind betraying their seemingly low pedigree and utter lack of class and finesse, we definitely can't expect more from them. Pity we can't shoot their traps with an amalgam of plaster of Paris and rusted caltrops. Or can't we? Hmmm...
 
What I've said may sound harsh because it's true. As a matter of fact, things like these are considered part of basic courtesy and shouldn't be mentioned anymore as IT IS basic already. B-A-S-I-C. BASIC. Pfft.

To those who've read this, I'm not angry. Maybe I'm salivating with madness, but not angry. Being angry would just be a total waste of energy. I'm just indignant that these people aren't actually totally clueless (that is if they can take hints or social cues), so I'm wondering what's with the continued abhorrent behavior and/or graveolence?

Just wondering...

Then picture this: a person who eats onions, tons of garlic and all manners of exotic spices available to humanity, and you happen to share a coach with them en route to work or you accidentally take a whiff off of their unearthly scent inside the office. Or worse, they go around, nonchalantly flaunting their olfactory-challenging wares. What is sad is, despite the condition, most of the time they are unaware of the powerful and disorienting effect that they have on our olfaction.

Though the two scenarios prove invasive actions occur rather passively, they can still be rather annoying. Admittedly, of the two, the former is more abominable than the latter. The latter is just sad. And unfortunately, smelly.

We are in dire need of auditory- and olfactory- rights lawyers specializing in these areas, so that we may sue people who (despite being unaware) invade and continuously pervade our personal space.

Please respect my personal space! Keep as far away as possible, especially if you have smelly fungal feet, bacteria-laden armpits and/or have surgically enhanced throats emitting 150 decibels of pure, unadulterated noise! DO NOT wait for my representation to slap your face with a TRO. That would just be unfair (to him and any or all persons accompanying him at that time).