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2001-09-26 - 7:52 p.m. My horoscope from the Village Voice this week: AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18) Toronto astrologer Richard Geer once asked me, "What are your minimum requirements for paradise?" Now that I've been to Burning Man, the freak festival in the Nevada desert, I know. In my wonderland, I'd be able to dance to hot music anytime of the day or night. Everywhere I'd go I'd encounter perky allies who are my equals and who, like me, are creators rather than spectators. Money would be unnecessary, exchanges of goods and services would proceed by bartering, and generosity would be the ruling spirit. Danger levels would be low: I'd feel utterly safe and without fear. What about you, Aquarius? Now that you're in a phase when you have the most power to bring heaven down to earth, I urge you to write down your own minimum requirements for paradise. So, my minimum requirements for paradise are: 1. A man who loves me more than I can ever imagine. Someone who turns me on by just a glance, who leaves me love notes on my pillow. Who loves me and hates me for my idiosynchacies and bad habits—and embraces me for me. Who I can love in the same way. To share my life with. 2. A complete and total acceptance for myself. The ability to take pride in who I am and believe in me for me. Knowing my strengths and not being embarrassed by my weaknesses. 3. I would have the sexiest body in the world—or at least believe that I have the sexiest body in the world. Feel strong and vital and healthy all the time, reliving that confidence I’ve had in fleeting moments that I am attractive. 4. And I would be surrounded by children who look to me for guidance. 5. Those four things, and a TV with unlimited channels that run what I want to watch 24 hours a day so when I can’t get to sleep at night I won’t be lonely. 6. Oh, and there’d be animals too—but someone else would clean up after them J There it is.
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