Full Body Stone

Leo 25° (August 17)

 

In Provincetown last evening, I went to Room and saw Brent who gave me a cannabis gummy. I popped it on the way home which did not sit well with my passenger. But I assured her it would take hours for it to kick in. We had a little night cap of red wine and then did it ever kick in oh wow. I ended up playing piano for hours after S. went to bed. At first she told me it would keep her awake. But because I was so altered by the full body high and employed the soft pedal; and because my singing was already spot on, so S. said, I became something of a stoned lullabyist. I have never had a full on cannabi gummy and I cannot believe how long the effects lasted in my body. All day today I was engulfed in a deep relaxation and I even ended up falling asleep for several hours in the day. I am trying to get a handle, now, on the fact that I am rather behind in my work on the ebooks which I will have to accelerate on in the coming days to catch up. All without missing a single beat in terms of my fundraising. It’s always the same but this time will be different. I am going to accelerate it all and I’m not going to disappoint myself in the process. Not for one minute. I wish I had more inspiration these days. It isn’t all that easy to cover all my bases. But the bases must be covered nonetheless.

I made a chowder today after coming back from the garage where my car was “fixed”, well fixed enough I suppose. It’s old and it probably doesn’t have that long for this world. But so long as it gets to the beach and the dump that’s all that really matters. Starting Monday I need to spend five hours on combined Blague and the reading of the books. I won’t get to the other bit until a week from now which means fourteen days of writing something fairly inocuous, then putting into enough of a shape that will work moving forward. I have my work cut out for me more than ever this year with fundraising. I am terribly far behind. The time away this summer seems like a lifetime ago. How can it hae been such a long fortnight and now be so dissolved in my imagination. Well I hope it’s something chowder can solve. Although we won’t end up eating the chowder because somebody wants something more substantial which I understand. I will listen to Cape and Islands NPR and doze in and out. I do miss doing a radio show I just do not miss doing it at a set time each week. There is no reason to repeat that fiasco. I think the last time I had hope about anything broadcast was when we filmed that pilot for a show with something pirates.

I basically can’t sit upright. I still feel the gummy in my body. So weird that that would have happened. This Monday will be three weeks out and I have to make sure I completely knock it all out of the park. There is no reason for failure. Success takes many forms but I am definitely not in the market to lose out on this project I will doorstop the ef out of people. Apparently we are meeting gay man and dabriella this week. First they asked if we wanted to go to carnival with them. Rather she wrote to ask if we want to go to the “gay parade” I kid you not. It is so weird that they live here, for starters, but it’s even weirder that they can be so heteroclueless. It doesn’t work for me to be so pretendy about myself. I like being who I am, sexuality included. In fact now everyone is like me when nobody used to be. It’s like back in the seventies when gay men were the last people on earth to work out but now try to find a gay man who doesn’t. I am watching an Audrey Heptburn film at present and it really is so sad that she died at sixty three. Sixty three. That’s like ridiculously young. I’m sure it was in large part as a result of her malnutrition during and immediately following the war when the Germans tried to starve the Dutch. We think of Audrey as British or Belgian. Most people don’t realize just how damn ndutch she really is. Starting Monday I will be dedicating eight hours a day to reading the HA books and everything else will be supplemental.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

 

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Baie

Leo 24° (August 16)

 

Hit the beach this morning at seven o’clock for what will now be our daily walks for sure. There was a dead seal who had a large bite taken out of it. The signs for sharks are posted daily and the water is seriously warm and things have really changed since the first time I ever put my foot in the icey New England water. Not icey anymore. All the ice caps are melting they really are melting this is not a drill. I cannot believe how fast the destruction is happening but I can only say that I’m actually glad I don’t have kids. The world is going to be such a disastrous place for the next generation. There is one child on S.’s side and her parents had her late. I hope for long life for her parents, and that she will have a large and happy family, because everyone will be gone and she will be left all alone. It’s sad but true. Not to mention they are a “family bed” family, still (I’m not even going to tell you how old she is) but the awakening in which she is in for in life can’t help but be rude. Because what she’s being set up for—this perfect twenty-first-century Siddhartha stile life—is simply not sustainable. How did I get on this? Anyway we went for our walk and it was glorious but quite hot on the beach which is weird because it was relatively cool here. Funny how that goes.

I dropped off  the car to the garage and walked home. We are going into Provincetown today so I will quit working rather early. Got as much completed today as possible. Spoke with a new sponsor. Headed into town around three and went to the post office and bank. I left Cortale a message in regard to putting our poster out. I think that I will pay him in advance so that we will be ahead of the game. Just seems kind of better way. Anyway we found parking near pete and Ted’s and dropped off the wine we brought back from Pete’s family town in Greece. It was nice to see them. We were early for our dinner reservation so we just headed over. I had fondu as an appetizer. I’m looking forward to some pointed weight loss.  S. got a shrimp cocktail. We shared a steak and shared a salad. The beauty was that Raina joined us the whole time. And we had a lovely Bandol. It was just delightful and we got out of there at seven in time for the incoming reservation. We headed down to Captain’s Daughters and I bought myself a nice pipe. Upon leaving this very drunk woman attached herself to us and followed us to the Four Eleven gallery. We did manage to ditch her there thank heaven. We then headed to Albert Merola where we did end up buying a nice little painting from a new artist. Also stopped by AMP.

Figure out timeline.  Do AsterCast budget. Figure out the tee-shirt situation. Make schedule for new year book launch. Really reconnecting. The upshot of today will be getting all the would-be Sparklers and Missionaries contacted and worked into a system of giving. This will be supported by MEJ posting things about the establishments with the blurbs they’ve written. I will promote. Instagram Avra, Idol, Amun, the Ram god. There was a statue of him yesterday at the museum in Naples. Festival week itself. We do need our own separate accounts on that score and then one for combined S+C and AsterCast or no?? And then circling around to ask them for a Missionary Donation. Wake. Write. SM/bite. Exercise. Notes/Coffee. Write. Lunch. Work. Dinner. Read. Rinse. Repeat.

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

 

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Turn Of The Wheel

Leo 23° (August 15)

 

It is a full moon this morning and I’m feeling somewhat shaky I don’t know exactly why. I sent a note to Mass MoCA as follow up to what I already sent, a link to the Artery article on Brian King and his Medusa show at the Museum of Science in Boston. That Sue Killam is not going to get away with what she pulled. Disciplinary action really needs to take place. I did hear back from Brian and I can schedule myself for the tenth of September to make that a reality. On Monday I will be scheduling two doctors appointments. I don’t hate doctors but I do hate doctors appointments. Some people are born snoops. I have to remember that. Well, it has sharpened my secret agent tactics to know that my main opponent is as good if not better than me at espionage. Which can be scary. Today is not today and today I am supposed to be further along on a project. I have a secret plan for remedying that fact. I am also all about said cure. I don’t need much. In fact I need nothing. I try to imagine that I am alone with no set income. How do I live? Do I join a monastery? Could be cool. Or do I buy the cheapest available apartment in Portugal and live off whatever I make in royalties? Good queston. I think X itself has not reached its full potential and we need early adopters cum fans to tell the children. Children of X. That’s a good name for a room or whatever online. I know that doesn’t make any sense to you but it does to me. I need to speak to myself in code sometimes.

I am well aware that I have three days worth of Blagues to fill out. I love the fact that it is so early in (any given) the day. Then really all I have to do is read in the morning and the evening. I’m going to try and schedule a certain procedure I need for late November. I also have to see if I can get appointment with my primary for October 2. Basically I just have to keep stringing these sentences together and talk myself through this process. It would be so much easier, ’tis true, if this were married to a project which, starting tomorrow it will be. I roasted a lovely chicken for dinner with bok choy and lovely fingerlings from the market. I think I left the chicken in a little too long; but we had a lovely time talking and drinking rosé (me) and a little bit of the Bandol (mostly not me). The thing is I will make this happen, one way or another. the man came to fix the windshield on my car and he was this kind of groovy hippy guy, I’m guessing, of mixed race with, surely, a little native American in him. It was kind of fun talking to him and together we figured out that we just need to remove a bit of hinge to fix the hood so it closes properly. I called the garage and said I would drop it off the next day.

Movie opens. Credits rolling over Yves Arden (a JVB type) working the phones or rather fielding calls coming in—they are an exec type in stunning Balenciaga and Blahniks. Dialogue focusing on the whereabouts of Stella and Quinn. Yves says these like they are due in Paris/Stockholm/Copenhagen to be awarded/deliver speack on their new philoosophy The Turn Theory or some such (the philosophy is Kabbalistic? but relating to “the energy of the mind in its ability to alter outcomes”) maybe Stella kissing goodbye to the boulangere Quinn studying “Aries Phenomenon” in Iceland or some such, making ways back separately to meet at NY Headquarters, first with Yves. Former dialogue or Yves: “Sorry ang but I can’t squeeze you in, said in Taiwnese with subtitles “He/she/they are only here for a day before heading to Stockholm”, etc. At some point Stella and Quinn appear in a show in the West End. In fact every scene sees them coming off a different “expert activity” as if they are living testament to the power of their own theory “something,” one of them will say “which I always believe in but never thought could be formalized into being—literally have a mathematical formul for (this is what The Turn of the Whell from Pisces “I bleieve” to Aries “I am” means. Before Arien Being is Piscean beleiving…anyway..as living examples of this power. again this is why S + Q have so many expert adjustments one reason whey they are real-magical (their being, their understanding of time and experience. However they never predict times for their clients It conflicts with turning the wheel and limits/alsters the piscean power of beleiving maybe Quinn does some rant on theory. quinn is a sexy theorest, James Bond of academia. Someone else says “astrology is not academia” “the other person says ahh tell it to the Sorbonne. IN a To the maniess style. I have no idea what any of that meant.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

 

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Gladeeeola

Leo 22° (August 14)

 

Went to the farmer’s market today for the first time in two years and the last time ever. It was like fifteen dollars for a bag of peppers and one stalk of fennel. A tiny chicket cost twenty six. I’m happy to have paid this kind of money today because it goes to a good cause (I guess, if the farmer’s market is a cause), but that is some stoopid shit. Seriously. I live in a town with at least three liquor stores and not one decent bottle of wine. I have to drive about twenty minute to get a whole chicken or a decent bottle. So I thought okay I’ll got the farmers market but now all I can think is I’m happy to get in the car and drive the twenty minutes to a store. Oh, the Mercury retrogradeness of it all, and we are nigh on a full moon too I think. Why did I ever choose now to take a break from drinking wine. Wine is the only thing that makes me feel good at this point.The world is falling apart. So I advocated for a wine run and got it and I am so fucking glad. Yes I will look at photos of myself from 2014 and know that I have to do the twenty-one day cure. You know the twenty-one day cure? You don’t. Oh well, I’m certainly not going to tell you. I have made some good inroads these last few days but I’m definitely struggling a bit when it comes to putting first things first. One way or another, starting on Tuesday of next week, I have to be able to focus on just two projects, which means getting one major one out of the way, pretty pronto. I’ve gotten myself backed into a bit of a corner these past few days. But that’s fine. I have also made some progress. Twenty five days until festival and I really need to get things cooking. I will finish up one of the HA books today, editing, and then move to two a day after that. By Tuesday my morning ritual will be all about the sample chapter and I will try to put it all together in a fortnight. I think if I get some things off my plate (read: mind) I could have a singular understanding of what needs doing.

I will go down the list of existing supporters and I will do a whole tie in to the social meda. Tomorrow would probably be a good time to come up with some language to get the Sparklers into gear. There will only be three weeks left, working around the clock, to optimize the opportunities here. And that’s okay. Why not? I will go on the total offensive with folks, getting them super motivated and there is no statute of limitation here. And there is infinite time to make things sing. I have to make this process easy or else it will come back to bite me in the hiney-ho. I’m feeling great, been enjoying being back on Cape, finally, having gotten through the reentry. As always, the boat now feels like a dream I had not anything real. I actually will have to go back and read some of the history to remind myself of all the places I’ve been. I’m looking very forward to having our entrepreneurial life take hold. We are living in troubled times but there is a desire to push forth. I’m sort of late to the party asking certain people to give but that’s just too goddam bad. Money needs to be made and no stone will be left unturned in the final three weeks to getting to our goal. There is no privacy to be had. Ever. The sheep in wolves clothing are circling once again.  I can’t hear the falconer either. Nor do I want to? Fuck the falconer. Fuck every control freak. I can only ask people to leave me alone but will they? No. I remember going up Skyline Drive in New Jersey to go record shopping and there was some redneck shit going on. It is one of the LCD factors that people fall into. I am blissfully unaware of others. But I would go and I would find Buffalo Springfield and Doors and Byrds records and it was always a good day up there. I don’t know that I would enjoy it now.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

 

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Threading Through

Leo 21° (August 13)

 

Okay this is where it kind of gets tricky. I will go on to make some major inroads today but it still isn’t linear but rather so much more punching my way out of a paper bag. I have started the process of utilizing the IG in a pretty substantial way. And the trick to all this moving forward will be to come up with two different bits of text, one for Missionaries and one for Sparklers where I can cut and paste and work my way down and try to put something into works. At the same time it has been made clear that, in my correspondence to would-be missionaries it can often help to attach the blurb so that it is already in works. I reached out to another hotel yesterday and it seems that they will be able to accommodate us and also give a donation which does bring the total up significantly now which is really great. Less than four weeks out but I have to say we are not in terrible shape. I have to put together the bike lists and the box office lists and I have the tech stuff in works as well too. I picked up the car with smashed windshield from the garage yesterday because the glass guys were meant to come today and confirmed a thousand times that they were. Then they call to say they don’t have the gasket or something that means Greek to me. So the garage agreed that I should bring the car back. But of course when I go to open the hood it won’t open so the whole morning was kind of more Mercury retrograde fucking with me. Finally I got it open and took the car back in.

We had a substantial b.l.a.t. salad and I got a crazy amount accomplished; meanwhile the plan was to have a little bit of soup for dinner and then head to the library to see Baroness something or other do a speech on Brexit. We were like forty minutes early and were turned away even though there were about thirty empty seats that people were saving for others arriving late. Reatha Ciotti. Ciotti_Family@concast.net  is the head of the trustee I need to speak to. I spoke to Jennifer who is the library director and…well this is what I said in the community space: We addressed the issue and will be contacting the chair of the trustees. The library directorship itself agrees there should be an offical first-come-first seated policy, no saving of seats, moving forward. Apparently the people who actually had seats being saved for them and were sailing in last minute to claim them were none too nice to the staff for stopping them at the door (not knowing who was someone with saved seats or just some schlub like me showing up). Although as I said, this schlub was there forty minutes early since the event was advertised as “seating limited, come early” not “seating limited, send someone early to claim a bunch of seats while you finish your martini at Winslows Tavern.”

So got drenched for nothing returned home and ate the ice cream we bought on Sunday thinking we would binge it and never did. I am being torn in so many directions I need to stop, drop and roll with the punches. I reached out to the Quibi folks and she thought someone had gotten back to us in February which they of course hadn’t. How would you not know something like that. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. The night on the boat, the first night Jess arrived, when we ended up doing a number of people’s charts: I resulted in everyone saying how we should have a podcast which of course we should (and will) have once we can get the energy to settle down a bit and I can drop into my body a bit more. All said there are twenty five days until the festival which means fifty days for me because I’ll be working doubles the whole time. And that is as it should be. Oh, man. I don’t know what to tell you.

This saga with the car is really bumming me out. I will have to call the garage again today to sort things out. So much fun (not). But all will come right in the end I’m sure of it. I have to get these books off my desk and into others hands and then I will have three weeks in which to absolutely change the world and I know I can do it. I do everything I set my mind to. Like with the car thing. In the very near future I will have Stew come and fix my windshield and when he’s finished he and I will look closely under the hood and open our eyes and discover, in conversation (con and vers in the same word!) Etymology is a great sidebar. Linguistics are key to the treatise we should say so in the opening. I should just go absolutely nuts and overshoot my mark with this proposal sample copy .

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

 

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DPW

Leo 21° (August 12)

 

Getting a bit waylaid but also plowing through chunks of business that cannot wait. We did a bit of work in the morning —getting all ducks in a row in regard to Mass MoCA so when that converation happens there is some understanding of where I’m coming from—then headed into Provincetown. I swear these days everytime I leave the house something weird happens. We were inching along Commercial Street and had to squeeze past a sort of dump truck looking thing when all of a sudden the driver, wearing one of those neon green shirts, jumped out and down onto the ground with just inches of space between our car and the truck, and bounded into our right hand mirror which easily folded in. He then started shouting that we hit him. We openend the window and said, first, calm down, second you bashed into our car, well, not even our car, just our mirror, which folded in which it is designed to do. He either was waiting for some kind of opportunity like this (in my most skeptical thinking) or he was just weird and belligerent and, more likely than not, on something. Anyway he was ranting and raving and there was no talking with him so we just pulled away as traffic was backing up behind us. He then started running after our car yelling at the top of his lungs. So we stopped again and both got out and again were trying to calm him down but he was raving like a lunatic and taking pictures of our license plate. He was a DPW worker we now realized and was read in the face and becoming increasingly aggravated and threatening. One of us said something like “are you drunk?” at which point he turned one-eighty on his heels and started back down Commercial Street. We continued on to the post office, our destination, and pulled around to the back lot; we decided, given his threats, and his snapping of our license plate, and his overall seemingly psychotic behavior that we better phone the police. As we had them on the line I saw his truck pass by on Commercial and I had the feeling he was going to pull behind the post office as well; sure enough here he was and we told the police he was now in the parking lot. They instructed us not to engage and we locked the car doors and he drove by us, slowly and menacingly. They were sending a squad car, which soon arrived with two officers, one of whom took our statement and my driver’s license information. After the post office, where one of us ended up leaving our keys, that’s how shook up we were, I dropped S. off at an appointment and went to get some posters and post cards I had on order from the local printers. Nora was there obviously getting things printed for a show. Turns out she is doing the one she premiered at Afterglow (and never promoted) for now a third time in town. She reprised it last year for that thief at Provincetown Theater; and now she is doing it at Velvet. I told her we would definitely try to be there.

That was a long paragraph.

Made a formal complaint about that DPW worker after lugging all my printed materials back to the car. Then Stella and I went to lunch at Canteen and then met with Tim about our tee shirt (and more to come) collection, which seems to be selling great without that much fuss. Come September I will surely give more focus to that. We bought some sole and some zucchini and had a really lovely meal and (me, again) watched the final Years and Years (what an incredible production) and then I turned S. on to Sleeping With Other People which is like a dirty rom-com. I usually don’t like Jason what’s his name but he’s prety good in this and it’s just a bit of dumb fun while the world downward spirals into chaos. Everything is on fire, and that is just they way they want it. We are not going to find a savior this time. We have to do it ourselves. I think revolution is coming much sooner than people want to believe—mainly because it’s such an inconvenience to folks. I did manage to make some inroads and JCM said he’s going to help promote the festival in IG which is really kind of him. My so-called assistant has an alter ego and I have been wating to get them onto FB. The fact is they have a FB profile they just have never really used it. From appearances, they have been living in Italy (and still doing work for us) and now they are back to home in their ancestral lands and are going to help me with some social media and press and also the writing of the blurbs for the concierge section on our site. The plan is to then post those blurbs with photos of the places with a link to the concierge sections of the website, driving traffic there. I think this will make for a very good formula moving forward. Also as I keep following peeps on the AF IG this gives me a great list to work down asking for Missionary love (and if I don’t get that then…won’t you just please then Sparkle).

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

 

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Press On

Leo 20° (August 11)

 

What to do: Send Jarboe a check. Update the Sponsors and Sparklerson the website. Make some noise about Rachelle Garniez. Pinpoint ten people from whom I need things per day. Still grab Migguel and Molly info. Print out Missionary Sponsor Packets.Circulate the Baie info to givers. Set up an Afterglow One Hundred Page.Start the AFIG praise machine—three a day perhaps? Catch up on my In/Out and PC docs. You don’t necessarily need to know what that means. I do. Get some art work to JCM. Deposit checks in Provincetown.Maybe I can touch base with the lady on the IG front in any case. I think that’s sort of enough for now don’t you? These may all seem like small things but really they’re not. I’m going to spend the next hour working on som HA books and then I’ll come back to you. Print, sign and scan Molly and Kareem contracts. Go through my brown notebook from the boat and get more pleas out to more peeps. Including Eric Borgand the Stowaway guys. Also we neeed to post about a fish tank. There is such a growing list of things to do. No sooner do I think of something that needs doing, sometimes, that/when it vanishes from my mind (I cannot make the sentence structure happen). Anyway it is Sunday and I will try to set things up for the week. Ah I also have to get some information to press including Cape Cod Times, Banner, Provincetown Magazine.

Here some thoughts to put forth along with the press releases that are going out: Beyond the cut and dry Release and the Roster, here are my ever-evolving thoughts on the Afterglow Festival and the general gist of things I would discuss with a journalist. Perhaps if there were to be a story on our organization in advance of covering the festival itself? Probably a lot to ask but perhaps there is a way to weave some of this in. Anyway….

I would love to talk about the mission and what it takes to present mainly unknown artists year on year in an increasingly gentrified environment, non-profit, when so many sponsors have moved on to more affordable pastures to be replaced by lots of rich and famous absentee folks whom you’d think would be so giving but arent. And how that only strengthens our organization’s resolve to preserve Provincetown’s legacy as an incubator for progressive non-commercial talent, emerging, experimenting and forever on the fringe in a world of famous TV drag and Broadway stars in a town where even stage space is real estate.

A local or regional paper has never done a piece on our organization. We have presented upwards of 70 artists here (and in our Afterglow-at-Oberon series at the American Repertory Theater in Cambridge) and we’ve had more of that kind of coverage from The Boston Globe and WGBH Open Studio with Jared Bowen but never a think-y piece on what we are doing by a home-town paper. We are thought of as more than an arts organization. We are also something of a cultural/historical “Save Provincetown” entity.

I dare say even our community theater has become rather star struck in recent years (not to mention presenting several Afterglow artists, even doing the exact same pieces we premiered, in new “festival” formats). I suppose imitation is flattery. But we are the grass-rootsiest thing going in the world of theater and performance in Provincetown and we aim to champion the rather ironic “tradition” of always presenting the progressive, new, non-commercial live artist and artistry. The first time any Provincetown audience saw John Cameron Mitchell or Lady Rizo or Justin Vivian Bond or Taylor Mac or Penny Arcade or Bridgett Everett or John Early or Our Lady J or Erin Markey or Cole Escola or any artist who has now become a household name in town (and ubiquitously) graduating toTV personalities or Broadway playwrights or movie stars, was here at Afterglow. We premiered pieces that have moved Off-Broadway and beyond to stages around the world.

And it’s not just about getting a bit of deserved credit. It is the fact that people (audiences) need to understand that (our) history. That before we brought such talent to town—we always know who is on the brink!—and drove these artists into Provincetown’s consciousness, the audience turn out for these artists’ shows was pretty meagre. But we can’t bring artists back for more than a few seasons because that’s not the mission. Sure a few can cycle back after a while as a sort of guest star. But mainly we are always presenting NEW talent. So that means audiences have to trust our curation and not rely on knowing the artists work already. This is a challenge especially in Provincetown. But Provincetown was always the place (until relatively recently) where genius weirdo talent could find a place and an audience and stretch and grow and expand audience’s minds in the process of entertaining them. This is what Afterglow is trying to keep alive. This is the kind of story I would love to see written by a home paper if ever possible.

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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Coming Out

Leo 19° (August 10)

 

Awoke from a dream about the Olsen Twins. They were landing a helicopter onto a plane that we were traveling in. They looked old and terrible and one of them (Mary Kate I think) was binging on licorice. Today will not be a good day. Yesterday was too frought for that. More car trouble. More professional impasses. More fundraising pleas falling on deaf ears. There is no time for joy it seems. And my other dream was me looking for a car I parked somewhere and wondering if it got towed. That happened once in real life back in the very early nineties when I went to visit Dean Niarkis at his apartment somewhere in the twenties. I had parked my car and slept over and in the morning I went looking for it and couldn’t find it—I suppose I didn’t remember where I had put it. I was so desperate looking for probably a full hour and then, not giving up, I finally found it. Anyway even though the title of today’s posting is slightly rosier sounding it is a total lie. Things are super shitty right now and no matter what I attempt in hopes of reversing the fact it just leads to more problems and psychological warfare. Anyway I’m still have fever dreams and I’m still trying to feel physically better. I have thirty days now until festival eve and I am determined not only to enjoy the last vestiges of summer, which really lasts a good long time after the fact. And I have to look at these darker hours this week as a way of touching a certain kind of rock bottom from which we can rise.

Happily things did turn around and we did some emotional housework and then went for a second sushi of the week (don’t judge). The weather was changing, the oppressive heat being sent out to sea, as winds and clouds from the east swept over us, plunging the temperature to a tolerable level. We shared a bottle of rosé bought from the shops in overcrowded Wellfleet and then still had a little Chinon to take to bed with us. I am urging someone to watch Years And Years somewhat against her will. Yes, the subject matter is really scary; however the product is such top quality and the acting/ensemble superb. Belfast is on my mind today—I do love Maine so very much. But I have to stop my real-estate porn addiction because it doesn’t keep me in the now which is where I want and need to be. This should be an interesting month as I allow the intermittent fasting thing to take hold while I make the beach an everyday thing and go off any and all sauce for the duration. With so much holiday fun this summer already under my belt I don’t really expect this to be much of a challenge. And anyway I have to be all foward movement. It’s a psychological thing. I almost want to be awake as much as possible. Why is that? I’m predicting I will live until eight-four. Is that weird to say? I just have a vibe.

I have to clear out my brain and get my psychic self buzzing. That’s what these daily summits will be all about. We have to create our own excitement. And part of that is also clearing away the cobwebs of past negativity and dysfunction and, yes, destruction. I for one have never been perfect (I know that might come as a shock) and I have behaved badly in my life but it has never really, at the core, been anything but beating myself up, whether I’ve done it privately or in public. I want to fall back in love with writing again. This is one of my goals for the coming year. I’m prolific I know but I have to be a bit more purposeful. I need to find an almost physiological focus, a literal unscrambling of my brains. There is something about me always that feels as if I’ve been shaken by a giant babysitter. I sent a note to JCM asking if he would give a little shout here and there for the Afterglow Festival and he wrote back in gleeful affirmation. I’m so grateful for this kindness. I really am counting my blessings and friends as one.

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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Darkest

Leo 18° (August 9)

 

I am playing final catch-up today. I will find out what the tide chart says. Perhaps it might be a good day to go into town and reconnect with the community on some level. We could go to Hatches at five then into town by seven and maybe grab a snack at eight or nine, just take our chances, or put our name down. Maybe drop a whole bunch of clothes off at Ruthie’s on the way. I will book Seth’s ferries; and I did reach out to Ptown Bikes. I might as well also mention something to Mac’s and Mercedesjust to keep those spirits bright. This weekend must be completely dedicated to focus on new, mainly missionary sponsors of the Afterglow Festival and getting things in print. I also need to drag Migguel’s tech info into a file. I also need to put the team together for the Joe’s Pub shows and thus write Ben. Did that. Tried to work together on the book proposal but it soon devolved into argument or rather I had thoughts that I wasn’t allowed to express. More bottling up. More silent treatment. And then the explosion. They typical pattern. I have to get out of this cycle for myself and for the betterment of all those around me. I surely cannot keep going along this path. It was a very stressful day all in all. I’m not sure where this stress stems from. But I know it is going to get worse before it gets better.

I tried to defuse the energy by going out to the bank and to pick up a nice wine. It is so hot today, I really want some cold rosé to start. It was the wrong bank, the tire sign in the car went off. I went to find a gas station to fill it but the only one between there and home had an air machine which was out of order. Made chicken and bok choy. It was a super tense night. I wrote this today:

The Afterglow Festival needs your support. Celebrating our ninth year we have never been so challenged by rising costs (of everything) in the face of so many Sponsors ($1K+ donors) and Sparklers ($100+) no longer affording to live or visit here as we continue our mission to bring new and emerging artists (with whom Provincetown audiences are not as yet familiar). Our mission is to preserve Ptown’s legacy as a century-old incubator for progressive theater and live performance and to provide emerging and experimenting artists sacred stage space, here, in the birthplace of modern American theater. Provincetown audiences probably first saw many of their now favorite performers at the Afteglow Festival. So you have to trust our curation. Don’t take for granted that this festival will always exist because it won’t without your help. In return for being a Sponsor or a Sparkler we give you so much—full passes, pairs of half-price tickets (depending on your level of support), dinners with our aritsts and supporters. And if you’re a business, we drive our audiences to your establisments, advertising on our website and promoting you through social media. And you still write it all off. So as the price of doing this rises AND we continue our mission to present you future favorite artists you’ve probably not yet heard of, we need your tax-deductible dollars to make it work. And to make Afterglow Festival week the funnest, most exciting and inspiring week of (it will still be) summer. We don’t have a lot of wo/man power (basically we are a two-person operation). So I myself am often very forward (read: pushy) but I’ve learned there is no other way to do this. AND AND AND You do NOT have to live in Provincetown or attend the festival to help. Friends who Sponsor or Sparkler will have their benefits payed forward to students and seniors and anyone struggling who otherwise couldn’t attend the festival. We want audience for our artists! We want to continue to afford to travel, lodge, feed and pay our artists to come to Provincetown which is the spiritual home and birth place of modern American theater and live performance. So as hard as it is to doorstop people for their sponsorship I can’t afford to be that delicate (I’ve tried—it doesn’t work) I have to swallow ego and pride and go for the jugular here. We need your support in any form and any amount you are willing to give it. You don’t want to donate?—that’s fine. Then please buy some full-price tickets. Our artists/shows (as everyone will tell you) are excellent and ground-breaking and molecule rearranging. Again, how many performing artists that you now count among your favorites did you first see at Afterglow? We are a month out from the Ninth Annual Afterglow Festival and we still have a goodly amount of funds to raise to break even. If you can help please do. And write it off! Glowingly yours, Q

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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Darker Still

Leo 17° (August 8)

 

Emerging from the fog. I have what we call round these parts the “fou-fous”; (I caught some kind of something that my body is trying to rid itself of by way of sweating). A surplus of things is occuring to me. I need to run down the list of existing sponsors and send them the party invite. I also need to go for the jugs with getting “the persuadeables” (sorry) to donate. Scallops and leeks for dinner tonight. I need to fill in with more rerun material:

Why do I do what it is I do in regard to the half of each year, I spend, putting together performing arts festivals and series. Well, the simple answer is that Ed Sullivan and I share more than a birthday. Like Ed, I was a journalist from the age of 22 to about 40. IN fact the main reason I thought to adopt the pseudonym of Quinn Cox was because I wanted to keep my journalistic world—editors and publishers and the subjects I wrote about—separate from what might or not be a success as an astrological duo which has affectionately come to be known as Starsky + Cox. But you see paradoxes began to spring up. Like my Libran brother Oscar Wilde said, and I paraphrase because I’m too lazy to look this shit up: Give a man a mask and he’ll reveal his truths to you. Okay I’m going to look it up and see how close I got. What he actually said was: “Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth.” Which is much simpler and better but I was close.

People do not know me and that’s been okay. I think I’m getting ready to reveal myself in teaspoonfuls. The fact is that back around 2005 I thought Stella and I needed to take to a stage, something we had only done together, rarely, in acting classes where, at HB Studios, we were labelled “the Lunts” which, I won’t lie, I loved. I had a sort of rock-bottom epiphany where I thought, hang on, our book Sextrology came out last year and it has been a success, so we should take to the stage and somehow combine comedy and astrology with some music thrown in. At a place called (under) Elmo in Chelsea, which one tried to convince oneself was a boutique version of Fez under Time Cafe which had recently closed down, we launched our first “Cosmic Cabaret” to a full house of wonderful people we knew personally and periferally. Lots of fashion people—Zaldy and Ruben and Isabel Toledo and John Bartlett—as opposed to performer folks. And, I have to say, after another decade or so “being” with performer folk, I much prefer the people in the fashion and design world, despite the fact I was so utterly convinced, in 2005, that I wanted to stop hanging around with fashion folks whom I did at the time find fatuous and enter the “real” world of performing artists who were down, dirty, honest and true.

Performing artists, who had been down, dirty, honesty and true for the whole time I dipped in and out of their circles, for the past 20 years since I made my way to NYC, but when, in 2006, I began to seek their company, they were on their last gasp of genuine experience. Now, first, let me say, there is no downtown. And I say this as both a journalist and a downtown denizen who more dabbles in performance. I have said this for a decade now: Round about 2007, “downtown artists” began emulating some hybrid breed of Upper East Side Socialite and opera, indie-movie and/or rock star. Quite a leap, I know; but one felt, downtown, that one should speak in a mid-Atlantic accent previously reserved for Rosiland Russell and garb oneself from head to toe in outfits that were spontaneously ready to pass, if pressured, at a Met or Whitney Event.

Suddenly the creme de la creme of the downtown scene used words like creme de la creme. Though they might still live in apartments where the bath tub was recently or still, in the kitchen, they thought they should no longer have to pay for meals or makeup or plastic surgery because they were iconic, and they were. Some still are although that particular brand of enchantment is wearing off and, dare I say, thin.

And I started to miss my friends that worked at magazines that no longer existed. I started to miss the art directors and fellow writers, like myself, who live such solitary lives that it takes a proper poking or, at the very least, a more gregarious partner to stap you into interaction. But what I missed most about living life as a more anonymous character was the ability to move on a dime, to travel, undetected, without needing to be any one place on any certain date….

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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