Taurus (April 20-May 20): The transmission of bullshit will reach record proportions, and much of it'll be turned up to earsplitting volumes, too. This'll be true both in your personal realm and in the culture at large. If you thought the mass media's massacre of meaningfulness had peaked, wait till you see this week's banal masterpieces of empty-hearted hype. And yet ... I believe there will be gems amid your junk mail, Taurus; pithy revelations buried within the numbing small talk. Be super-discriminating yet extra-sensitive.
Gemini (May 21-June 20): Will there ever come a time when you will utter the words "Would you like fries with that, sir?" Is it in your destiny to be shivering in front of a rickety space heater in a cockroach-infested nursing home when you're 68 years old? Or will you eventually have the financial security to address your life's knottiest mysteries with more leisurely intensity than you're able to now? I hesitate to be so melodramatic, Gemini, but actions you take in the coming weeks could go a long way toward answering these questions.
Cancer (June 21-July 22): The year's half over. It's time for your midterm exam. Take some paper and write your responses to the following questions. Mail the results to the Psychic Judge, Box 761, Petaluma, CA 94953. Neatness counts for nothing. Goofily exuberant honesty counts for everything. 1) How have you fared with the resolutions you swore to uphold last Jan. 1? 2) What brave new resolutions are you prepared to launch now? 3) What techniques have you learned for harmonizing your infernal contradictions? 4) What surprising new voice has emerged from your chaotic depths? 5) What steps have you taken to transform your relationships into relationships? 6) Compose your own question and answer it.
Leo (July 23-Aug. 22): As "maximum leader," Cuban strongman Fidel Castro is president for life. His decisions are final on all matters, and he has no rivals for power. Three guesses what astrological sign he is. (Hint: He was born Aug. 13.) And yet even this almighty authority is capable of admitting a mistake now and then. He did so recently in the Communist Party newspaper Granma, issuing a correction of an error he had made in a previous statement. If a supreme Leo chief could do it, my friend, you can too -- especially now that the cosmos is ready to reward you for all acts of apology and atonement.
Virgo (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Only three more weeks for you to gather all the unpredictable benefits from being a popular troublemaker. Only 21 more karma-free days to be radically faithful to the still, small voice within you, yet still manage somehow to be a good luck charm for your tribe. Only 500 more fun-crammed hours to succeed famously at being the world's oldest rookie of the year. Only 30,000 more dizzying minutes to be the maestro of true and useful illusions. Only 1,800,000 more fearless seconds to be a humble braggart who leads the way by example, not decree. After that, you'll receive new assignments.
Libra (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Odds are you're not a poet. These days, practitioners of that once-noble occupation are only slightly less rare than makers of bustles for women's dresses. And yet the cosmic omens suggest that you could benefit from acting like a great poet in the coming weeks. To grasp what that might entail, study this passage by James Tate from a recent American Poetry Review: "What we want from poetry is ... to be moved from where we now stand. We don't just want to have our ideas or emotions confirmed. Or if we do, we turn to lesser poems, poems which are happy to tell you killing children is bad, chopping down the rainforest is bad, dying is sad. A good poet would agree with all of those sentiments, but would also strive for an understanding beyond those givens."
Scorpio (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): As I meditate on this horoscope, I am wearing a purple balloon sculpture as a crown, fake angel wings attached to my shoulders over a giant red squid outfit, a bulbous green rubber clown nose, and a large orange button pinned to my chest that reads, "The Penis Is Just a Clitoris Suffering From Delusions of Grandeur." Five times now, I have spun in circles till I've fallen down, all the while singing Sid Vicious' version of the Frank Sinatra song "My Way." This is my way of shaking myself out of the overly logical and serious groove I've been in lately. In my considered astrological opinion, you should concoct a similar ritual for yourself.
Sagittarius (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): "Is the soul solid, like iron?" inquires poet Mary Oliver, "Or is it tender and breakable, like/ the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?" I believe you'll soon be able to answer those questions, Sagittarius; I expect that you'll experience all the extremes the soul is capable of. By week's end, you just might agree with the dude quoted by Andrew Tilin in a recent article in Rolling Stone. "Sometimes I feel like my life is in pieces," he said. "But, somehow, all of the pieces are good."
Capricorn (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): "What are we looking for?" a fellow FBI agent asks The X-Files' Fox Mulder as they enter a house where our hero suspects he'll find clues to support a theory he's mulling. "I'm not sure," Mulder replies, "but I'll know it when I see it." This approach would suit you well in the weeks to come, Capricorn. You can't possibly know ahead of time what you want to find, since it's unlike anything you've longed for up until now.
Aquarius (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): Early this century, marauding boll weevils devoured the cotton crop that was the main product of Enterprise, Ala. Local farmers had no choice but to diversify the plants they grew. As a result, the town's per capita income tripled what it had been when cotton was king. In response, grateful citizens built a huge monument to the insect that had forced them to grow richer. And why am I telling you this, Aquarius? I'd like you to draw inspiration from this story in the weeks to come. Thank your tormentors for their gifts.
Pisces (Feb. 19-March 20): Strange that the dog days of summer would ever be associated with fresh beginnings, but there are more than a few historical precedents. The United States was of course born around this time of year. Bastille Day, celebrated on July 14, launched the French Revolution and its overthrow of the monarchy. Day 1 of the Islamic calendar is July 16, honoring Mohammed's flight from Mecca to Medina in 622. And in ancient Egypt, the priesthood taught that the world was created on July 21. Then there's July of 1998, which should prove to be a grand opening for a sizable minority of the Piscean tribe.