Taurus (April 20-May 20): Your life this week may have resemblances to the old medieval festival of Saturnalia, in which a donkey was dressed up like the Pope and poor people had license to insult the pillars of society. Then again this week may be like the annual Doo Da Parade in Pasadena: no theme, no grand marshal, no judging, no prizes -- just a bunch of wackos in costumes having a blast playing out-of-tune instruments. In other words, Taurus, it'll be a perfect time to be the character you'd be if you had nothing to lose.
Gemini (May 21-June 20): No extraterrestrials will kiss you while you're sleeping this week. An earthquake will not relocate your kitchen into the next county. Rains of locusts will not pour down on your picnic. You may, however, be swept away by a spring flood of romantic proportions. Whirling hormones may envelop you in a tornado of lust. And if we're to believe Nostradamus' little-known 395th quatrain concerning the events of late March '95 -- "the twins will dance on a volcano of love" -- you're in for a gushing, rapturous, elemental week.
Cancer (June 21-July 22): So here's where you get to prove that Cancerians are good for more than taking care of kids, creating a comfy home and feeling the whole world's pain. Not that there's anything wrong or inferior about those three talents; it's just that you can't afford to be pigeonholed right now as a timid little nurturer. To claim all the rewards you have coming to you, you'll probably have to be a pushy tough guy.
Is it possible for a gentle, sensitive soul to have a commanding presence? Is there a human being alive who can blend sweet sympathy with Nietzschean will power? You're the answer to those riddles.
Leo (July 23-Aug. 22): I've been down in Florida lately, hoping to catch on as a replacement baseball player. It wasn't so long ago, after all, that I hit .340 as a fleet-footed shortstop in the Carolina League. Only one drawback: I've been so busy that I haven't had all the time I need to write this column. Hope you don't mind that I hired a replacement astrologer to pen your horoscope. He's Jack Garcia, normally a Leo plumber from Miami. I felt he had the best instincts about what you needed to hear this week. Here's his advice: Vacation time, baby! Put a "Back in Five Minutes" sign on your door, and then take the whole week off. Play hooky, that's what I say. Be proud to be out to lunch.
Virgo (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Due to a rare tachyon surge in the planetary dream machine, you've become eligible to lose your virginity again -- possibly in the back seat of a car, but more likely in a well-furnished shrine or holy lap of luxury.
In fact, this re-deflowering may not be exactly sexual at all. It might, instead, involve your initiation into the secrets of how and why to be more like a lover everywhere in your life, not just in the bedroom.
Libra (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): It's not a good week to get your lover's name tattooed on your body. Maybe in May, but not yet. On the other hand, it would be a propitious moment to see if your lovers are willing to get your name tattoed on their bodies. In the same vein, it would be a ripe moment to find out which friends would walk across broken glass for you, which co-workers would betray your ass for a dollar, and which authority figures would rather give you exactly what you want than watch you walk out of their lives. Be sly about how you test 'em all. But test 'em.
Scorpio (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): A few years back I fell futilely in love with Madeline, a beautiful and brilliant marketing executive. After months of unrequited lovesickness, I was shocked when she spontaneously invited me on a romantic holiday to Amsterdam. Only problem was, I was totally broke. I decided to raise the cash by selling my most precious childhood heirloom -- my collection of 10,000 baseball cards.
I'm recommending a similar scenario for you right now: Sacrifice a juvenile treasure or infantile fantasy or immature attachment in order to propitiate the love of the future.
Sagittarius (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): After 11 weeks of meandering backward in the sky, the wild and tender planet Mars straightens up and flies right as of March 24. This should bring instant relief to your spunky spirit, which has no doubt been flummoxed by Mars' aimless puttering. Let's see how many ways you can get (legally) high in the next eight days.
By the way, because all your imminent quantum leaps happen to coincide with the Sun slipping into your House of Romance, I wouldn't be surprised if they were all done in the name of love. Capricorn (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): How's your intuition lately? Has it by any chance been nudging you to put in more nesting time? If so, pat yourself on the butt, then treat yourself to a gourmet home meal. You're already in tune with the astrological forces and don't really need my advice.
If, on the other hand, you've been ignoring the yammering calls to cultivate more domestic bliss, I'm afraid your intuition needs a wakeup call. Spank yourself, then stare at your navel until you conjure up visions of what home accessories to buy, what housemate to be sweet to and what obstacles are inhibiting your passion to create a bubblier home.
Aquarius (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): Pro football coach Sam Wyche espouses the theory that the team that puts the first points on the board is at a disadvantage, because it's likely to fall victim to overconfidence and complacency. By this argument, you're exactly where you need to be. Your competitors have jumped out to an early lead, which means that any minute now they'll be drooping. So don't obsess because you've fallen behind. Explain to yourself that you've just been carrying out the cagey strategy of turning the other guys into their own worst enemies.
Pisces (Feb. 19-March 20): Two months ago I recommended a book by Kimberly Kassner called You're a Genius -- and I Can Prove It. As a courtesy to the multitudes of Pisceans who've called me trying to track it down, here's the author's phone number: (800) 272-4675. (And no, I don't get a kickback; nor do I know Ms. Kassner personally.)
Now I'll suggest another book of special interest, Descartes' Error by Antonio Damasio. This eminent neurologist refutes the conventional wisdom that says our feelings are unreliable guides. He offers scientific arguments to support Pascal's belief that "the heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of." His ideas will come in handy soon, when you'll have to convince doubters that you have every right to let your emotions sway your decisions.