astro.com

On March 21st, exactly at the beginning of spring, astrologers celebrate the International Astrology Day. This day was created in 1993 to remind people that Astrology is the oldest symbolic system of western culture still alive.
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Dinaz was telling me that the 21st is the solstice, and it means you have to take into account everything in your life that's out of balance, and then you have until the next solstice to fix it.

time keeps slipping away

When I was younger the days always went by so slowly. When will I be an adult, free to do as I please, and have the power to go wherever I want, whenever I want, I often asked myself.

But now somehow, I woke up in my mid 20s with absolutely nothing to speak of; seriously, where the fuck have my priorities been this whole time? The days go by faster and faster, and time keeps slipping away. I guess I really convinced myself that the possible is impossible, that I am immortal, and have all the time in the world. I mean, it is possible, but now I realize that if I don't do it, then it's never going to get done, because nobody else has this same priority in the forefront of his or her mind.

Everything I've read about time suggests that it really is speeding up in the universe, which doesn't sooth my anxiety over time slipping through my fingers like sand. I've left no legacy, I haven't done anything to help the human race, or pushed the edge and discovered something, or been the first person to do something. There's no point in a life lived without influence, or at least relevance. Postmodern dilemma!

important

WE SHOULD PATENT THE UNIVERSE < AND CHARGE EVERYBODY FOR THEIR EXISTENCE

TIME news

Precision clock traps atoms in light to keep time

Such highly precise clocks are critical for deep space navigation, where even a slight error can make or break a space mission.

bluring time

I don't have time for that shit. Why are you wasting my time! There's
not enough time. What time is it? So many boys, so little time. You
know what time it is. But what is time? My whole life I've struggled
to understand time. I'm thinking about time all the time, why I don't
have it, when I do have it how do I conserve it, and sometimes it
passes way too fast, sometimes not fast enough. Time always alludes my
comprehension. Time is a dimension I guess, a fundamental part of the
universe, but even though it's so fundamental, I'm stating to find
discrepancies- gaps, lags, holes, fissures in time, perhaps leading
one to believe that time is not a constant in the universe?

Almost all of the programming on the universe loves to talk about
time, and they've been broadcasting about time for a hot minute. Due
to what scientists can (currently) measure about the universe, it
seems as though time is changing and speeding up- time is not a
constant when applied to space. Still, many people think time to be
completely not measurable at all. I wonder if all points in time have
already happened, and I'm moving backwards in time, or perhaps through
some other archaic and unorganized way.

I like to think of time not as a single point, but rather as a blur of
my immediate past and immediate future. Time ultimately is my enemy,
my nemesis, my constant. I get so wrapped up and lost in time. Time is
passing as a write this, I don't have any time to wa$te, because they
weren't kidding when they said time is money. Do I have enough time to
do all that I intend to? And what about enough space, do I have that
as well?

I've time travel is possible, but then again anything is possible. If
physics can already bend time, then why can't we make a tunnel?
There's a lot of things I'd need to go back and change in that case,
because I've made a few too many mistakes in my life, and regrets are
a bitch as well as a waste of time.

I've fantasized about one equation for time this entire time! I think
time is measurable, hence it has to be able to be described
mathematically. I recently saw one for time and energy, T(E)=A.R.T.
which I really liked, I think it's cool and inspiring. Time is art?
Maybe time is infinity. Determinism is real? How can I know? Now all
we need is one master equation for the universe and we're all set. It
can't be that far away. I might not be the one to do it, but perhaps I
can contribute?

It seems obvious that intelligent life will one day decide the future
of the universe, which would make us the aliens (living forever and
travelling through space and time).

we create most of our problems...

Yesterday I signed my payroll, and said that I would come into work at 9 a.m. for the rest of the week. I thought about this last night, as I was hanging out with my friend and getting high. "I better just make myself wake up early tomorrow. I never go into work early, and I'm late everyday. I should try to be on time tomorrow. Ok, I will. I'll just get up and go," I thought to myself.

I woke up today at 7 a.m. like always. No matter what day it is, or how long I sleep, I hover between the unconscious and conscious world for anywhere from 1-5 hours. That's why I sleep so much. Most of the time I'm not sleeping just resting. It's hard to escape the fact that it's never going to be ok. :)

I drifted in and out of sleep until I made myself get up at 8:15, even though I remember being awake for about 20 minutes before I actually made myself get up. I put some water in my hair, threw clothes on, and I was ready. I'm young, so I can look cute without putting in too much effort (I didn't even brush my teeth). I never shower in the mornings, because I don't have time.

I checked my hello kitty wallet to see how much money I had. I had $1.35. "They never notice as long as you put money in. It won't matter." Still, I worried that Imight receive the one in a million asshole bus driver who actually checks to make sure you put $1.50 in the box.

I packed my backpack with my lunch, toothbrush, & toothpaste. I woke up Dinaz, who was sleeping on the couch. I was excited that she didn't drool that much on the pillow. I'm just giving her a hard time. Anyways, I packed a bowl for us, and 1 turned into 2. We were smoking out of the new pipe I got in Humboldt, and it really fucks you up. It's yellow and has a lion on it (it's not cheesy). I left the house somewhere after 8:40, and got to the bus stop at 8:47.

"Fuck," I thought to myself. "All I had to do was get to work at 9 a.m. one day. I never go in that early. I never do anything early, or put any effort into anything. I bullshit everything, and I don't understand why I get away with it. Is it because I'm cute or charming? Now I'm at the 28 at 8:47, and I know it's going to be at least a 45 minute drive to SF State. I'm going to be so late."

Lucky for me, the 28L came right after I got to the stop, and it was free. Maybe it's my Sagittarius moon, who knows. I can't wait to pick up my scooter from the shop. The bus is the worst thing ever. ;)