Month: April 2019 (page 1 of 2)

Yay Verily

Aries 18° (April 8)

 

Breakdown: Today is our wedding anniversary. It’s thirty years. And neither of us seem to want to celebrate in any kind of grand way. I know we are private people and make nary a fuss about ourselves but honestly it is a very big deal. I haven’t really been in a celebratory head, strangely, feeling rather strung out and stretched thin by self-imposed busy work that constitutes getting a jump on things for the year. But I am rounding one particular bend now and it can be very painful to do so—writing is a blessing and a curse. Because there is no particular thing on the agenda I don’t feel like complicating matters here by trying to dredge up subjects to survey. I have enough on my plate to send me into nervous overload if not another word that might make for a scary pairing.

It might be cool to start the show on the subject of writing a new book. (Maybe I should write about Gemini woman. She is such a complex character and one which represents both the gift and the deal. That everything happens all at once in life. That’s one of the truisms.) And how I had to write and do all these things simultaneously and how I started getting strange neurological symptoms. That I had stopped working with outside “agencies” which literally was tantoumount to outsourcing my own. That publishing took the hit in 08 and 09; we had book deals and a design business and gigs writing horoscopes for silly money all kinds of places, and within a span of a year or so, most of those gigs dried up, our partners in the design business pulled out, publishers cancelled deals, and we had to grab onto whatever freelance flotsam we could to remain afloat, which we did en route to reclaiming said agency. Ari Emanuel gives Charlize Theron your book and she wants to make a TV show out of it and there are meetings and agents connecting us with writers and then a year goes by before you realize that Charlize and you have been told them same lie: That the other one of you wants to do a scripted show only while, for both parties, the opposite was true: we wanted to do a reality show. And you never know why WME lies to you both but when you broach the subject you’re dubbed some kind of problem child that was fun. Meanwhile you’re on talk shows and your new book has come out and there is hope but it definitely doesn’t seem to float.

But you’re you and you never fail so you pull at your bootstraps in a most Yankee fashion and you shake your Scarlett O’Hara fist to the heavens, while munching on a root vegetable, that you will never be in this position again. And you sit down and decide, right, we are going to do everything ourselves. And for starters we’re going to focus on the core of this enterprise and that is helping people, consulting them, and experiencing a hands-on rewarding process of making a real difference in others lives. And you say screw those magazines that no longer pay you to write horoscopes or features and you do it anyway, offering it up, free, for several years, to your readers. And you just forget agents and managers and lawyers—who needs them. If somebody wants a book from you they will one day organically, without effort, come into your live and tell you they are already a fan. And if you really want to relaunch your design business than others will invest in your doing that. Meanwhile you love to perform and help other artists make their way; so you start a non-profit and produce festivals and performances series and for nearly a decade you will do this because it feeds your soul. And then you wake up one day and all those things that fell away suddenly, and simultaneously, come back, greenlighted into your life and here you are a little bit overwhelmed. But that’s okay.

Because you will work your way through the miasma. And you will prioritize—first things first—and you will chip away, chip away, and sculpt your own multi-faceted Michaelangelo creation, from the inside-out. I’m going to spend this week mapping out all I want mapped out. I will have notes on how to restructure one of the proposal’s I’m putting out and can get that part sorted and have a new draft of the proposal proper by the end of the first week in May, realistically. And then spend the next three weeks writing the sample material. That means that between “now” and mid-May, I will have already scoured a good portion of the Blagues for material while making comment as to constitute new Blague. I’ve said things like this before but the process keeps needing to be refined as we merrily troll along.

 

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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Oh Bother

Aries 17° (April 7)

Something broke long ago in a place I can’t get to. And I spend my life trying to repair it. The truth is that I have to write the next twenty Blagues sort of all at one over the next six days. It’s like this: I got very busy with a number of projects and travel and a bunch of things hitting me all at once; and so I am now sitting here with an outline of twenty days mapped out here, dates with blank blocks, wanting to be filled in over the course of the next several days. And as I write I will let emerge some semblance of a new To Do list which I will also try to map out as I go such that I can leave the month of April feeling like a very functional person indeed. I’d like to use the month of May as a very purely creative (writing and otherwise) time. Returning to my springtime farmers hours, when I can go upstairs to my office (without freezing off body parts), where, traditionally, the true magic happens. I love the early mornings most, working from five to eight, then heading off for a walk or a yoga class the aftermath of which will take on through lunch. And then another work session in the afternoon and then maybe another outing before dinner. I am so fortunate to be in a place, literally and figuratively speaking, where I can do that. The trick is to be healthy and ahead of the proverbial eightball, always.

Budget should support lifestyle just as the opposite is true. In any case, I hope I you’ll help me get my legs as Afterglow’s Treasurer in 2019 while we continue to grow. We had our most successful Oberon series to date and there will be a fifth one with an expanded program. Also I have begun the fundraising process for Glow “A Moveable Festival” because I think that is our future. I raised $700 at an event in Boston for the new venture and will likely take the year to secure enough venues in New England to create a “circuit” for our artists. With Provincetown changing so much, and with venues being torn down and built up, and all kinds of jockeying, I can’t predict the festival proper’s exact future—though I will always endeavor represent the festival in whatever form I may—I still need to diversify. And my focus with Glow fundraising will be large (corporate) donations.

It hurts my heart a bit today (today, being relative) to think about my childhood. There is nobody with whom I come in contact who shares any kind of understanding and that is an incredibly lonely feeling sometimes. I’ll come across New Yorkers going on about Asbury Park when that town was part of my everyday life, summers, from 1971 until the late 1990s in one form or another. Far more, really than where I actually “grew up”, in Wyckoff New Jersey, where I lived year-round from 1972 to 1981, the year that marked my going off to college. My parents never wasted any time, really, yanking certain experiences—people, places or things—from my life. I say my parents but really I mean my father. To assemble the stories of my life might actually be therapeutic. I know performing them would be. But I really truly do feel that I am finally getting there in that process. All I need do is front-load my own story every day. And that means so many things.

 

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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Work It Out

Aries 16° (April 6)

 

I can’t say that I have combatted all fear but I am doing my best. And I have clawed my way out of the latest rabbit hole. And I’m happy that things are going as well as they are despite the fact that I am in full acknowledgment of my dark side. Fitting that I’ve been watching the new season of Sabrina which is itself fabulously dark. I have to rip the band-aid off on pretty much everything in the coming days and let myself receive NO(s) for an answer.

I’m happy for JCM’s new podcast, the origins of which are rooted in Afterglow. I’m smart. Smarter than most. And I’m also a verifed psychic. Something which can easly backfire. I only have about fifty minutes to write a ton and I’m going to do it. By employing this new trick I learned. Well, I taught myself. Writing short sentences. Which itself tends to release ideas. So it’s not really a trick for filling up some post out of quantifiable obligation, but it is a qualatitive tool as well. I think about how we would have tests in school in  44 minute class. Remember being bored in class only to remember now that it was 44 minutes. I want to remember every hour of every day I ever spent. I feel so much of my life has been unnaturally ordered. I mean and now I’m suddenly fucked because like some dumb student in class I just sat here on my ass and hands not writing anything. Does this paragraph look chunky enough?

And I wonder, now, too, if I can say something, anything, interesting. I think I can: I have gotten a number of people sober. That’s a bad construction of a sentence but it is the only way it makes sense. I type and erase the next sentence. I wonder why people are so vast and unbecoming and then revel in the off- amazing contact. There is a divine being lying back staring at the ceiling and I wonder what s/he wants. Is it me? Am I capable of transcendence. Is there alchemy and are those who pretend to be really really. S. and I read Madame Blavatsky tonight and it was it’s usual tangle of starting out comprehensible and then going places that were head scratching. And where no amount of scratching, probably, would help. I’m going to Greece this year. And I have to make all new appointments before and aft. You don’t know what that means. Let’s put it this way. I will be days behind no matter what I do.

My neck keeps cracking and not in a good way. Today people told me they would give me answers and they haven’t. I am a warlock with power I don’t use. I will unlock/leash only when I feel in the best possible place because I want it to benefit people. I flash back to sitting in the tiny kitchen in my childhood apartment in Jersey City, staring out the window, in the midst of the hippie movement and feeling the mantle of love ( I think the movement was sending out) descend upon me. The memory is pink meets yellow light and gorgeous and lovely. There were Peter Max illustrated star-sign posters in the Post or Daily News. It was the age of Aquarius and Andy Warhol. And I had plastic stop-sign pillows. I will have to spend some hours in my sleepless nights writing the rest of this as I am metaphorically possessed by some demon right now that wants me not to have good relations with people or to get anything done.

If I were any kind of astrologer I would lead with the cosmic language of the day. Maybe I’ll get to that tomorrow.

 

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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Keeping It Real (Bernie Bros)

Aries 15° (April 5)

 

I really don’t know what went on today. What I do know is that things are complicated, psychologically. There are Skype calls with friends. There are trips to stores. There is the hiding of facts and the functioning of bad habits. Dysfunctioning, I think I should say. I don’t feel obliged to paint a rosey picture, why would I. I am an honest warlock if nothing else and things have not been going great around here, and mainly due to me. I’m a complex and complicated (they are not the same) being. I have much in the way of accumulated hurt and resentment. I have sangfroid and fomo and an inferiority complex that sees me continually strike up relationships with people who seek worship and are incapable of reciprocation. I have decades of the worst family drama your ears have ever heard and then the sudden end (death of parents and total cut-off estrangement of sibling, by choice—the thought of ever seeing that being again fills me with horror).  I write thousands and thousands of words a day. I am also my own cleaner, cook and overall handy man. And then I have an entire business, no, sorry, three businesses I run. And I’m about to chuck everything and take a deep dive into solely one (plus a dovetailing two) enterprise(s).

The rest will seem crazy but it is taken from talks this day on social media:

We will find out that Bernie Sanders is a Russian asset. Mark my words.you ask a psychic for facts? lol. no: as i said: he won’t show tax returns, he is now doing Fox News Rally, he never shows up to vote in Senate, he and Jill Stein divided the vote to keep Hillary from office. That is all. totally serious. I think both Bernie Sanders (who barely shows up and hardly ever votes in Senate and won’t reveal his tax returns and is now doing Fox News Rally) and Jill Stein as Maureen McCarron points out are both on the Russian payroll.Why did Bernie abstain in vote against sanctions against Deripaska (Russian oligarch) wake up people. Bernie divided the vote on purpose. Staying in the race. BS so obvious. and paradoxically that’s what they bet on. paradox. doing things that our rational minds would conceive of as improbable. but not. we are wise. we are awake.

We are watching. and we are ready. CASE IN POINT: GO TO ANY NAYSAYER’S (OF THIS POSTS’S0 PROFILE AND YOU WILL FIND THEY ARE BOTS. BOTS BOTS not even sophsticated enough not to “react” to the words Bernie Sanders” before understanding the context. BAM BITCHES CASE IN POINT: GO TO ANY NAYSAYER’S (OF THIS POSTS’S0 PROFILE AND YOU WILL FIND THEY ARE BOTS. BOTS BOTS not even sophsticated enough not to “react” to the words Bernie Sanders” before understanding the context. BAM BITCHES irst of all: I am a fucking psychic and not by choice but I’ve come to accept it and keep my mouth shut around your wives, boyfriends, husbands and girlfriends (for starters). Second: every one of you that denounces this post is blind and not like Tiresias who at least gained the second sight that is a gift and a curse.

I want a Woman. I’m sick to death of men and old men I’m sorry to be ageist but that’s how I feel. Call it self-loathing I don’t give a fuck. I have been “over affectionate” myself in this life and this Biden BS is just that. So let’s stop talking about the mayor and Beto (uch, sorry, personal feels). I want Elizabeth or Kamala or Stacy in no specific order. Although I think Stacy should get Senate. And EW should be our president with Kamala as VEEP and we look at 16 effing years.

Trump, Epstein, cronies are human traffickers. And all the girls separated from their parents at the border are product. Look into his eyes (if you can stand it); he is purest evil. Because we who are good can’t conceive of such evil, we imagine others can’t be as bad as they are. He is the baddest, the worst, the most craven of beings; and he’s in the White House. All that said, I trust in the powers of Good and it will all come round right in the end. We need to send Sabrina to Washington.

 

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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Anyway

Aries 14° (April 4)

 

The men will soon appear. The place for the barn has been set just one hundred feet or so back and to the side of the house. Castor peers through the mud room window at the dew glistening blue on the grass. At that moment a coyote slinks through the yard all apologetically side glancing. There are no bunnies about. A yellow flicker is heard rapidly pummeling the iron cap on the chimney—it sounds like a mechanical, not a natural thing—wow this is hard. He is missing something but not sure what. Is it Jenny? Marcus? Childhood? No answer comes. He pads outside, the brick step like ice on his bare feet, but the air warm under the cold and floral. He sneezes. And some thought goes from his mind. He grabs the bucket and heads into the inner garden through the arch of unblossomed wisteria through the field of would-be wild flowers and down the path that separates the Wildes from the Woods.

The first thing you do, when you think you’re having a stroke, is to delete your history. The thought of being dead and knowing that people might see what you were up to online. I say people because I don’t have family. We maybe will tackle that later—this is a workshop so I’m not sure which possible avenues I’ll choose yet. And also part of this performance is about letting things that occur to me occur to me and I know that sounds artsy fartsy but you see I am a natural psycic which scared me in my youth, as it did my mother in hers. I am squandering my gifts. Certain spates of time can be characterized as epochs wherein little bits of your soul get bitten off. When you’re young you have a lot of soul to lose; but when you get to be d’un certain age and all is beyond not ahead of you, well, you’re pretty threadbare when it comes to affording any further loss of that elemental self. And there are other certain times in life (like now) when one feels close to that entropic erosion, as redundant as that word pairing might be.

I was reared (told they were geniuses of our age) on Gertrude Stein and Hemingway and Fitzgerald and Kandinsky and Mondrian and Miro. Nowadays I deal with cabaret stars who think they are geniuses and perhaps they are. I’ve always thought it and underrated medium. In 1985 I was moving to Paris and fantasized about singing new songs in an old style as a vocalist called Pan; some version of that fantasy did not not come to pass. I also thought I’d have four kids (I even had the names picked out); or that I would have a crepe truck (thirty years before food trucks were a thing); but what I ended up doing was not what I ended up doing and, then again, very much so. We had a lot to do this week; and I was not my best self. Spring does that to me every year; I tend to go a bit cuckoo. But now I have to get it all together and make sure I am hitting my marks with ease, joy, precision and a sense of unfolding. The Irish got it right with there let the road rise to meet you concept. Life on life’s terms, letting it meet you half way. That’s the proverbial ticket.

I’m most proud of Taylor Mac for mounting an original Broadway show. That is just something so fantastic. I’m proud of all my friends doing any number of things like one-offs and podcasts and one-offs; but I’m most proud of this major work by a friend-artist. Taylor always goes big or goes home and I have never known him to go home. Ever. If you can believe it Taylor was in the first ever show we ever ever (did I say ever) did back in March of 2005. I had just been at the other Kripalu which we call Crapola. And when I got back I shook my Scarlett O’Hara to the heavens and said as gods are my witness I will never not be on a stage again. So I forced my way into the cabaret scene with our little Cosmic Cabaret show in Chelsea at a placed called Elmo. It was a great show. We in some ways did more with that show then we had with any since—it was a series of shows based on the signs—the first ever one being called The Rage of Aquarius. Kenny Mellman and Rachelle Garniez and Raquel Cion and the Cucumbers, John and Deena, were in it. And even Richard fucking Barone directed it. Anyway, in it began the storyline we didn’t follow through about me being “the runt quintuplet” found days later. Skulking in the corner of the womb. Anyway I did a search for this phrase on my computer just now and what came up, or fell out, was this whole big two-person play about us and being truklus and going to Camp Blavatsky, all of which was based on semi fictional stuff. This was before we met Matt Ray and focused exclusively on music.

 

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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He Appears

Aries 13° (April 3)

 

Well I cheated a bit yesterday by including an old to-do list in the Blague entry. But I had to remind myself of what is ahead these next few months. It is such a lot of work that I do non-profit, and I notice, this year, that my relationship to what’s in store has changed. That is to say that my actual brain chemistry seems altered, comparatively, in the face of the same task. I know that I am need of a total rehabilitation of spirit. I have been running, running, running and now I am doing so on empty. I know it won’t be easy this time around but it will be most crucial. Anyway I was thinking of the end of a certain summer, in my salad days spent at the Jersey shore. We had a large house in what now strikes me as a city by the sea, compared to the more rural setting in which I’ve lived these last twenty years (twenty years!) on Cape Cod. That very first day, sometimes post hurricane, the very first days of September, right before having to pack up and head north to school, the weather would one day shift. It would have been scorchingly hot for a fortnight and maybe with no more fanfare than a brief thunder storm, the wind would change direction. You might be sitting on a beach and see tiny tornadoes ripping through people’s “blankets”, a term used to describe the entire estate any one person or group thereof would bring to the beach. Little cyclones of dried seaweed and shreds of candy wrapper.

“It’s Billy weather,” my dear mother would say. I don’t know how she knew this because it was true. I also don’t know how she knew to say it, as if I had been alive for hundreds of years with a documented track record of my liking a sudden hint of autumn, a foreshadowing, in what might even still be late August. I would don a wool sweater, typically hunter green or navy blue, with glee, either over a red or blue or green pinstriped button color shirt or tee or sometimes directly against my allergic sunkissed skin. The scratchiness was a sacrfice to fashion or some preppy social construct. I think about that day. That day which probably only happened once and yet “Billy weather” would indicate a recurring pattern. It baffles me. Like it baffles me that, when going to study abroad in Grenoble, my mother gifted me a going away present of Joyce’s Ulysses she inscribed with the words “From one Irishman to another in France.” Did she read Ulysses? I doubt it. Did she know a lot about Joyce or just that he was Irish with a thing for France. I will never know. Why didn’t I ask?

These are the things that run through ones mind in the middle of a sleepless night. I think of Castor Wilde lying wide eyed nearby some centuries ago listening to the screams of the fisher cats and owl hoots in the night in a dark so dark and terrifying until the clock struck four allowing certian comfort to set in. I think about his cotton nightshirt, soaked at the collar, and the herbal scent he exudes. This is something he and I share. We seem to give off an air of eucalyptus for no known reason. He gives up hope on sleeping and flings himself afoot. He walks on air to avoid the creaking floor and witches stair down to the tiny square patch of landing at the front door flanked along its sides with thin columns of pained glass windows through its beveled whichness he spies a fawn nibbling on the wild strawberries in their patch of white and yellow blossoms. This is the place he is and always has been.

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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Tip Of The Iceberg

Aries 12° (April 2)

 

I recently skinned my knee and elbow. My elbow especially was very bad indeed. And yet neither the knee or elbow of my trousers or jumper (I know but I felt like it) were affected…effected…damn I can never get straight that distinction. Of all the dueling words of that nature they are the most overlapping I find. I was looking for this grand to-do list I made about what has to happen when in planning the festival but I couldn’t find it so I have to keep writing. I was going to just paste it in. I might look again. Actually I found something which isn’t what I was looking for but it will have to suffice. It is years old and makes reference to the old venue but you know what it’s enough to get my brain in gear for what I have to do this coming season.

Afterglow Works

Contract Venue

Engage Artists—Contract Artists

Engage Hotel

Secure Ferry Sponsourship

Secure Graphic Artist

Hotel and Train on Hold

Design Logo new Colorway

Update Website

Ask Rick If He Wants To Sponsor Artists

Design Names Poster

Collect Artist Info and Separate into Tickets + Aftists

Collect Artist photographs including hi res for posters.

Create ticket list for Crown

Postcard new format 3.5 x 8.5

Projection Slide and Street Banner

11 x 17 Names Poster also designed for 2×3 foot

Who will be liquor sponsor for big posters?

Sponsor and VSB Logo

ALL THE WHILE FUNDRAISING

Create collateral for General Fundraising—Sponsorships—as well as Missionary Sponsorship and Sparkler—General, New, Returning, Missionary, Afterglow 100

Add the Oberon Series and the Boston Globe to these. Play up Joes. Series at Joes

Find the Yearly Roster and The Sponsorship Mailer

Make better use of Mad Mimi

Foster Mailing List

Create a Schedule for Promoting Artists.

Write a Press Release for the Festival/Roster

Postcards Everywhere

Book Train and Ferry/ Create

Create bi-weekly Newsletter

Get Tech Requirements from All Artists

Schedule Meeting For Tech Rehearsal

 

And still it’s not everything.

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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As You Were

Aries 11° (April 1)

 

I took two cars in to get inspected and our old girl needed all new brakes, basically. That will be a pretty penny. There is no rhyme or reason (feeling) to life these day; rather all seems rather random. And depressing I might add. Have learned that a close friend has been going through it; I had no idea. I am learning from experience that success isn’t necessarily a contributor to happiness. People are a mess and that is a result of some carefully tailored propaganda. We have to fight back, first and foremost, by not falling down deep holes. I write a few sentences and then I’m distracted today. I don’t think it’s just me. I’m finding that most people seem super scattered and incapable if any kind of commitment or follow through it is becoming a bit insane. People also seem more high maintenance than they used to. I think I blame social media for that. Everyone wants to be a star without doing the work, paying their dues. They want the perks and none of the process. The profit not the progress. And this has been a rapid change, I find in my line of work, over the past seven or so years. Oh, and everybody thinks they should have a podcast if not there own TV show.

Someone I know, and know personally, (we are actual friends) who has a very big job at the top of the food chain at a major media network contacted me in December saying they wanted to create content for me and I should (immediately—hurry up) put together a bio for their team. As I said that was December. So what you going to do? You can’t push people. Maybe they are feeling themselves (or their cocktails) when they reach out and touch others in that way. It doesn’t matter. No judgment. You still have to love people. At least that is my view. Then again I’m not as hard on people as I see them be on others (including myself). I am trying to move the needle which we call moving the spoon. Our ancient car which was supposed to come back today isn’t. I had such high hopes that my new mechanics wouldn’t work on Cape Cod time but alas. Today really feels like spring finally here—crocuses and daffodils are doing there thing. I made a minted pea soup that we ate over last couple of days, with tulips on the table. If that doesn’t make it feel like spring I don’t know what does. Lamb probably. But one really has to separate the animal from the meal in ones mind, which for some reason is easier to do than when it comes to veal. Though it shouldn’t be.

I’ve been doing a lot of casting this week which really wasn’t the plan but in the end turns out to be the right thing. Things are rolling along I’d say. But I would like to keep the drama to as minimum as possible. One more sentence or two and then I’m going to take a shower. I don’t not believe in just writing anything. I find it’s like putting down mulch or fertilizer. It mightn’t be the thing you want to see grow before your eyes but it does create an environment from which things can spring. I have lists upon lists to go through and I hope to get to some of them today. I am looking for the magic in the ordinary, always. I saw Heather Mattarazzo beamed in on Instagram. I wish I was better at social media. One can always hire someone but what does that say. I need to remind you I’m writing a bunch of these al at once. Let’s just say it is 4:31 in the morning and I now have four of these episodes to write à la meme temps. Nan wrote to say that I seem to be getting younger; I promptly pointed out that I don’t post recent pictures. I am concerned (as all telegenic narcissists are) that I’ve let my manner slip a bit but that is what April is for. Someone I know lost eleven lbs in thirteen weeks on Noom. I would try that but I don’t like the name.

I think Amy Schumer’s new comedy special is fantastic. I find Tig Nogaro (sp.?) completely unfunny. I might try my hand at all this myself in the coming year. I mean isn’t that supposed to be what this is all leading up to? I will first need to make certain sacrifices. I’m ready to do that. I don’t have any family of my own in either chronological direction; and I find the New England contingent to be conditional at best, save for my parents-in-law who are truly divine beings, in spite of their Yankee eccentricities or indeed due to them. I’ve always wanted to write the phrase or indeed due to them.

 

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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Guess What It Can

 

Aries 10° (March 31)

 

The ride from JVB’s in Athens back to the Cape was strangely short and smooth. Thruway to Mass Pike down 495 and over the bridge. We stopped for very few groceries and some flowers and otherwise hightailed it back to catch up on our stories. I made a simple anchovy onion parsley sauce for some lentil pasta, which isn’t the greatest, though it isn’t a guilt trip. And we watched what we call Schitts, Will and Toodles, Rupie Dupie and Bill Maaaah. Still, being the type-A characters we are: We unpacked fully and pretty much cleaned the house in the process. I feel a wreck from all the moving around and really need to catch up on a number of things I’ve let lag, like this bitch called my Blague.

The world is so fucked up that I think I have been succombing to a form (or more) of depression myself. As I sit here I am hearing reports about Alaska dealing with changes unseen for thousands of years. I don’t know why people (Republicans) don’t understand that they are making themselves and their own children and grandchildren extinct. I cannot believe theat there are so many stupid, venal people on this part of the planet, specifically. The problem is taking it all in and punishing oneself by trying to escape what’s happening. That is only them winning all the more. We can’t let them win that is the main point. And why should I make myself sick trying to anesthetize their bullshit?

I am excited to throw myself into my projects. It has been Spring for over ten days and it’s still bloody freezing out. I really am so fortunate to live where I do, don’t get me wrong; so no complaints. The more time I spend with other people the more I realize how sane and functional I am. Until I’m not. Which is often. I simply can’t watch the news anymore. Which is probably what the hard right wants. They have the guns. I can’t believe this is America. I don’t think I can live here anymore if things don’t dramatically turn. Why are we talking about Joe Biden kissing people on the forehead when the president so-called is a rapist. We are being run by a terrorist mob. All those last fifty years thinking it could never happen here.

 

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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Daytripping

Aries 9° (March 30)

 

So as it turns out, came a text from the other room, we will indeed see Parker today which will be so nice. We have this funny way of meeting up with her. Honestly I thought I would see her again on lower Fifth as I did last time but apparently she no longer lives in the city but here we will see her after all which is a little cosmic blaguey.

 

The town is super cute and right on the river and the air is filled with ions. We met the roomate this morning who is very young and cute. All I could think was I hope I didn’t snore and keep him awake. We were basically sleeping in the same room. Tonight in fact, without the towel draped on the door and jammed into the jam, it will remain ajar and it truly will feel we are in the same room. I guess everyone drinks and drives upstate because everyone seems to come home around 1:30 from a town fifteen minutes away in a car after being at a bar-lounge. One more reason to love a walking town.

 

We had a little breakie, not much and all took showers and then headed to a sort of flea makret in Coxsackie (I think that’s the town). Viv bought some stuff we did not. Then we headed to Hudson for lunch and to meet Parker who greeted us with hugs on the corner and promptly guided us to her car where she had lamps for Viv. Only V. didn’t want any of her lamps even though Parker tried sweetening the deal by saying, not without irony, that they had belonged to Ryan Adams. She forgot her wallet so had to drive back to Ghent to get it—also she had to feed Gracie the dog. We had a lovely lunch at The Maker—chickpea smash sandwich—then did a bit of shoppage. I bought nothing but S. got some a gorgeous ring and perfume.

 

I read a few pages of Parker’s book that was lying around in the morning and was pretty hooked. At The Carousel, where S. P. and V. all found things to buy, the shopguy asked us did you read Parker’s book. I said I just started. He said I told her it was tedious. You did what now? That wasn’t nice. We also went to Marine P.’s shop. Her baby dady who was represented by a naive painting looked super familiar. I have to find out who he might be. We tried to think about dinner but it made people cranky so we went back to the house and just sort of chilled. As someone who makes dinner at home most every day of the year I couldn’t manage the thought of finding food let alone cooking it so it was decided, and not by me, actually, that we would take us al out to the little hotel on the corner at the river in Athens. I wish I knew its name. It was delicous in fact and we had a lot of fun and laughed our snoots off.

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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