The Ox Lady

So, along with my acupuncture sessions and the occasional dash to Chinatown in search of as many baos and bubble teas as my sudden high cholesterol will allow (not many), I’ve started wondering about Chinese astrology. When I’ve heard or read other people discussing Chinese astrology, it comes off as very dignified and profound, and nothing like the massified mess that is Western astrology. Pirate is a big fan of I Ching, which he tends to pronounce as “itching.” But, he’s very secretive about it, so all I’ve learned in our four years together is that it’s sort of like a game of pick-up sticks. Still, it takes a lot for Pirate to speak of anything with veneration. And this old blog post from Le Blagueur gives me the tickled impression that Chinese astrology just may be able to somewhat accurately predict certain years as foreboding or auspicious. I have Chinese and Indian acquaintances who confidently plan their real estate transactions and portfolio management around the notion of auspicious days. I’d really love to know if the year, or two years, during which my application process takes place is auspicious. Plus, this comparison of Angelina Jolie’s Chinese horoscope to her public life is a little intense. Being the sex goddess she is, she seems to have gotten married at all the wrong times and missed all the right times. Poor Angelina.

So I astrologized myself. And while it’s nice to know that Albert Camus and George Clooney and I have the same Chinese sign, for I knew we had more in common then just our preference for popped raincoat collars and rugged good looks, I haven’t found much other insight. It’s difficult for me to believe that everyone born in a single year can both have very similar characteristics and the same chronological fate. This means that I have tons in common with almost everyone I went to high school with and we all had digestive troubles last year. That may either just be too much information or the perfect ice breaker should I ever succumb to attending a reunion. Discovering Hong Kong proved to be more precise, suggesting problems with my mate would arise over issues of money and time management this year. I would never have believe that prediction a year ago, but then all that went and in deed happened this year. And luckily, this also had to have happened to almost every one of my same grad year college friends, so I’m in but a sea of empathetic ears! I’ll stick to the comfort of my greasy sweet baos for now.

Elle