Capricorn (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): I was all set to advise you that this would be an excellent week to hand-feed strawberries to a luscious playmate. On the face of it, the planets are practically begging you to nurture a dear one with sweet treasures. But then, while reading Earth Island Journal, I made the horrific discovery that strawberry farmers spray an average of 234 pounds of pesticide per acre. That reminded me of a subliminal warning I'd detected (but tried to ignore) in your astrological aspects. So now I'm amending my original impulse to this: Bestow your ministrations of love in abundance this week, but make damn sure they harbor no hidden toxins.
Aquarius (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): Intellectual gadfly William Irwin Thompson compares humans to "flies crawling across the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel." We literally can't see, let alone interact with, the splendor that lies all around us. "We do not live in reality," he asserts. "We live in our paradigms, our habituated perceptions, our illusions." I happen to believe that Thompson's notion is 99.9 percent true 99.9 percent of the time for 99.9 percent of the human race. But every now and then there comes a brief grace period when the veil of hallucination blows aside, providing a chance to glimpse the glories that lie below the threshold of our perceptions. This week is the closest approximation to that magic moment you Aquarians have had in months, maybe years.
Pisces (Feb. 19-March 20): I know this sounds curious, but your current astrological aspects seem to be implying that it would be good for you to wolf down far more Milk Duds and buttered popcorn than usual. Furthermore, they suggest, the best place to do this would be in the dark, preferably as you're escaping into vicarious adventures and losing yourself in exotic melodramas that make you forget your own. (Translation: Make this Movie Marathon Week.)