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January 2003

In Color

Imagine the scene...3rd floor, Monday January 6th, 2003 4.55 PM. A chance happening behind the brown elevator doors. They open. You walk in in your red winter coat. Dressed up with your black mink muffs and white rimmed faux fur hat. Your neighbors are in there chatting. Clearly he's just came back from a business trip in Mumbai and she, apparently, back from a family reunion in Tehran. You squint a little. Maybe they're tanner than last you saw them? Or is it the darkened elevator that casts them in that light?

"Did you have any problems getting back in?" she says
"No, " he remarks, "Did you?"

A simple dialogue, but the oddity of it... of overhearing an exchange of this sort between two reunited lovers and fellow travelers of a sort in an elevator. What could possibly go wrong with the reentry into the United States after all? All you need to do is to pick your color and walk right along. White or Green (Visa Form)? Wine Red or Deep Blue (Passport)? Red or Green (Customs exit)? Black, Brown or Blond (hair)? Pink, Black, or Olive (skin)?

My recent trip to Iran was filled with terror, not because of anything that happened, but rather because anything could happen. On either end of the journey, two lawless cities, New York and Tehran, neither of which would guarantee my civil liberties, my human rights, my physical safety, my unencumbered exit and entry... or more importantly for you, a clear sky for me to gaze upon the stars.

Desperate to find the right setting to prepare the big annual horoscope, I decided to fly from Tehran to Kish, where the waters are that inspiring shade of deep blue-green; the skies, clear and innocent like a baby's tender grey-blue eyes; and the sand, a creamy shade of pink speckled with blue- black shells and crushed white corals. In the midst of such ambiguities in color, I saw no more than I could see in either city, however. I saw a color and a date, each respectively representing your individualized shade and an auspicious time in the next month or so, of which you need to take note. The difference was, of course, that the stars wrote this all on the sand, rather than on concrete, and that the tides soon washed it up and erased it from the earth's memory slate. What you do with these morsels of information (which might have been lost to us all had I not taken note of them) is up to you now. But know that for a moment your destiny was frivolously written in the sand. In the sand, that is, not in the tint of your skin or the color of your passport.

Farvardin: Aries

Orange. January 31st, 2003

Ordibehesht: Taurus

Pink. February 7th, 2003

Khordad: Gemini

Forest green . January 21st, 2003

Tir: Cancer

Purple. January 10th, 2003

Mordad: Leo

Red. February 1st, 2003

Shahrivar: Virgo

Yellow. February 27th, 2003

Mehr: Libra

White. Feburary 6th, 2003

Aban: Scorpio

Freckled. February 15th, 2003

Azar: Sagittarius

Gold. February 23rd, 2003

Dey: Capricorn

Champagne. February 12th, 2003

Bahman: Aquarius

Sassafras. February 17th, 2003

Esfand: Pisces

Jasmine. February 30th, 2003. (Tricked you!)

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