Rob Brezny's hororscope this week for Sagittarius'

"In his folk song "Farewell to the Gold," Nic Jones tells the story of a failed gold prospector. After two years of finding no more than a few flecks of the precious metal, the unlucky man is giving up his search. "Farewell to the gold / that never I found," he sings. "Goodbye to the nuggets / that somewhere abound. / For it's only when dreaming / that I see them gleaming / down in the dark deep underground." If I'm reading the omens correctly, Sagittarius, it's time for you, too, to say goodbye to a quest that hasn't panned out. Yes, it'll be sad. But here's the happy ending: Within a month of the time you surrender, you'll be led to a better quest with more chance of success."

Imagine my sadness reading this today as I await word on the LONGEST EVER job interview of my life. 4 months and counting! With second rounds, online psychological profiles, math (!) and well MATH!, criminal background checks and even a credit rating. All so I can earn something like 30K doing something I believe I'll not only be GREAT at doing but also love.

I hope.

Or it could be another cable access job where my office is a pile of rubble and I am constantly straining to create order from pending total choas and near chronic catastrophy.

As Eric is fond of saying (yes I am already quoting him and picking up on his mannerism....he's so Mr. Personality, it's catchy)

"Shut up ... you LOOK great"

I am contemplating the no news is probably bad news and my horoscope as I cool my heels at the Goldrush Coffee bar across from Portland Community Media. The irony of which only just hit me after I tanked down an iced hazelnut latte.

It's getting hot outside. I'm sweating. It's got to be the first really warm day in months.

In 3 hours I will be at PCM working on short profile piece of a recently transplanted NYC performance artist named Kevin. And the irony of THAT does not escape me either.

Stay tuned.