Today’s solar eclipse in Pisces not only coincides with the new moon but with a Uranus-Mars conjunction. All told, this is the astrological equivalent of a 1977 Buzzcocks show. In terms of tonight’s Oscars, expect the unexpected, not to mention a bevy of anti-establishment speeches. (Take it home, Moonlight!) In terms of your personal practice, all new moons are opportunities to set new goals but this particular constellation begs the question: What should I be blowing up? In terms of the U.S., the status quo is so obviously dunzo that the motto—nay, the mandate— is THE ROOF THE ROOF IS ON FIRE. As spring progresses, we’ll build anew but, today, raise high the roofbeams, celestial carpenters! Postscript: Upset was right!
Usually Bill McCuddy and I troll each other but on our Talking Pictures Oscars prediction show, we troll Tr%mp and Hollywood—in that order. Along with Neil Rosen and Perri Nemiroff, we talk scandals, showmanship, sequins, and, of course, our picks for most major categories. Tune into NY1 today (or your local Spectrum station) for our picks of what will and should win; follow my Oscar-night tweets for über-snark, dahlinks.
I spent the day at Metrograph rewatching OJ Simpson: Made in America in its entirety. Once again I found it stunning in its meticulously layered breakdown of how media, race, gender, violence, money, and injustice intersect in OJ’s rise and fall, in the history of the LAPD, and in the precarious construct of fame.
It’s shocking to realize it’s been more than two decades since all this occurred. I remember crushing out on OJ when I was a little girl; he was so damn fast, so fine, so fly. And those dimples! Also so damn funny in the Naked Gun movies (an echo you saw o shit when he infamously hamhanded the gloves in his double murder trial.) I remember crying at my kitchen table when the Rodney King verdict was delivered, crying again when LA burned afterward. I remember watching that white Bronco slide slo-mo down LA freeways with Julian and Michael (our 20something love triangle temporarily on hold while the 12 hours of this drama juicily eclipsed our own), and I remember the news suddenly being ALL OJ ALL THE WAY for the next year. Continue Reading →
Today’s solar eclipse in Pisces not only coincides with the new moon but with a Uranus-Mars conjunction. All told, this is the astrological equivalent of a 1977 Buzzcocks show. In terms of tonight’s Oscars, expect the unexpected, not to mention a bevy of anti-establishment speeches. (Take it home, Moonlight!) In terms of your personal practice, all new moons are opportunities to set new goals but this particular constellation begs the question: What should I be blowing up? In terms of the U.S., the status quo is so obviously dunzo that the motto—nay, the mandate— is THE ROOF THE ROOF IS ON FIRE. As spring progresses, we’ll build anew but, today, raise high the roofbeams, celestial carpenters! Postscript: Upset was right!
Usually Bill McCuddy and I troll each other but on our Talking Pictures Oscars prediction show, we troll Tr%mp and Hollywood—in that order. Along with Neil Rosen and Perri Nemiroff, we talk scandals, showmanship, sequins, and, of course, our picks for most major categories. Tune into NY1 today (or your local Spectrum station) for our picks of what will and should win; follow my Oscar-night tweets for über-snark, dahlinks.
I spent the day at Metrograph rewatching OJ Simpson: Made in America in its entirety. Once again I found it stunning in its meticulously layered breakdown of how media, race, gender, violence, money, and injustice intersect in OJ’s rise and fall, in the history of the LAPD, and in the precarious construct of fame.