Month: September 2019 (page 1 of 4)

Visceral

Libra 6° (September 29)

 

After checking out we headed to Barneys so I could drop off my Margiela to get its label fixed once again. We had quite a bad lunch at Tender Greens. Law of diminishing returns. Traffic was slightly heavy but it was relaxing enough drive. The happenstance of the day is boring. So I’m trying to examine my viscera more here. It boggles the mind that certain folks with whom we are meant to be working beam in to send best wishes but totally ignore the fact that we are supposed to be collaborating on something. It puts us in a rather uncomfortable position but we have to move on as we are working on a tight deadline. And so we are moving on. It’s such a tricky thing working with friendly folk anyway. But business is business and we have to proceed, knowing that we tried. Enough said about that. I just wrote more then deleted it. So we are meant to go to Canada next week but it is supposed to be freezing weather already so it looks like we will have to postpone that trip. Besides I have doctors appointments this week and want to clear those hurdles first. I will have a clearer path now to getting my most important project complete this month. That has to be priority one for sure. We have so much opportunity to hit some major marks. But today all I want to do is get myself home and unpack and relax. I have been feeling so great embracing my childlike nature and I am actually looking forward to snapping back into that mode.

We stopped in Orleans to stock up for the next couple of days. I was online at the shop behind this guy who was maybe early forties or late thirties. He had a nice physique and one would guess his background as English or even Welsh, as he had certain traits that I have noticed in friends of mine with that heritage. He was think but peasanty with wide shoulders and short cropped very straight but thick hair. I forget the name of the kind of dog he reminds me of, something with a low center of gravity. He had thick hairy legs but this was the weird thing. He was wearing tan suede loafters and the back of his right shoe was bent down, his heel on it, while the left one wasn’t broken in that way, being worn as one would typically. The skin above his right heel was basically an open wound, like a large circle of skinned knee you might suffer as a kid after a very bad fall. It was so graphic that when my eyes first alighted on it I felt a wincing shock in my viscera. I mean it was quite the open wound, bloody red, skin completely eroded away. And he seemed completely ambivalent to it, though he obviously was wearing his shoe with bent back, like a mule, for that very reason. Then I noticed that his left heel had an exact nearly as bad wound too, hidden as it was, behind the intact back of his left loafter. The shoes were new and maybe they were the culprit in skinning the backs of his heel-meets-ankle—surely the shoes were bloodies inside. No socks, no bandaids. He was wearing wounds. So gross and so fascinating I couldn’t stop staring at them.

Returned home to discover there was a bit of hot water (we hadn’t had any just before leaving) so I thought, quick, I’ll take a shower while it’s warm enough only to discover there was no water pressure. Sometimes we can look at this place on the Cape as being charming but sometimes it just feels dysfunctional and I’m tempted to completely move on. Yet there is something charming about being here and the local characters can be straight out of Newhart. That’s an old reference. I wonder if you know what that means. I have the scared Sunday feeling tonight. Haven’t felt this in a while. It is a very autumn feeling though. That kind of dread you feel when you’re a kid and there is school tomorrow. I need already (once again) to repair. I’m too old for a blow out celebration, nor do I even want that sort of energy in my life anymore. It’s strange I know. We had such amazing messages on my birthday we really did. The kind of synchronicity that one really hopes for, and rarely receives. The main theme of which was Determination. And that is a very good word indeed. There is also a sense of things resulting in success of we just keep that D word going. I’m kind of freaked out by the notion of the triple E virus. There were road-sign warnings about it as you got near the Cape. That would be a very silly way to go.

 

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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So I Say It’s My Birthday

Libra 5° (September 28)

 

I don’t know what time of day I was born because my parents were completely unconscious of things like that when it came to me. My sister had a commemorative plate that outlined every detail that hung in her bedroom. Ironic being an astrologer I know that I can’t quite even do my own chart. Sometime in the morning was the best they good estimate. Whatever. My birth was also portended. I wrote an entire bit about that in my recent show. My mother’s sister shared my birthday and though they were estranged called my mother to say that she was going to have a boy on her birthday. All the best sages are presaged like this so I accept that. Last night was kind of weird. There is just something so off about the brothers grim. I never understand how people can be successful and also drains of negativity. It boggles the mind, but never mind. Some folks just aint that smart but that has never stopped them from getting rich. Sometimes I wish I were dumber than I am. Anyway…ptooo. Got that out of my system. I really want to focus on all that is good this day. I am so lucky to, well, be alive for starters. But I get to spend the this beautiful sunny Indian Summer day in Cambridge seeing not one but two theater presentations. I cannot wait!

Well it was an incredible day really. We drove into town, couldn’t check in, so went for a stroll in the lovely weather, to Clover Food Lab, for a little snack of soup. We went to Felix to get S’s bag restitched and get some shoelaces for me. Walked back to hotel, but room was not ready still, so we went to see the first show of the day, Six, at the American Repertory Theater. What a great production and the songs were phenomenal, sung by each of the six wives of Henry the Eighth. Back to the hotel. They bumped us up and we had a two bedroom suite which will prove to be beneficial as I had a snorey night. We regrouped for a bit and then headed back out to have dinner at Alden & Harlow. We had delicious roated carrots with a sort of custard, large beans in an anchvy sauce, steak with green garlic pancakes, and an egg yolk ravioli, paired with a Chinon. We didn’t order dessert but the serveuse obvs overhead us say it was my birthday and brought us a scoop of vanilla ice cream with a candle in it. Before we knew it, it was time to head to Oberon to see show nmber two of the day, Black Light, with Jomama Jones, who really was fantastic. Wow. We were seated with these professors from Emerson which was really fun. She carried a ping pong ball with her from a Taylor Mac show she saw in Barcelona. Trevor was one of two back-up singers and the show was, in a word, church.

After the show we walked back to Longfellow where I had a Manhattan or two. And then we strolled home and there was this gorgeous tree that I had to hug. Back in the room all i know is that i woke up still wearing my trousers and scarf so I basically passed out. My home boys cancelled their trip to visit me for Oysterfest in October, which is fine. I will be deep into my book project this month and I can use every moment of me time to hit it out of the park which is what I intend to do. Besides, it will be nice to just stroll into town and take some pictures and have some fun that way. Otherwise I might just stay in the house and chill. That could be really fun.

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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We Are There Yet

Libra 4° (September 27)

 

I do understand the need for spiritual communion. I know that’s why people join cults and by that I mean subscribe to any organized religion, even the big three. As someone with no family of origin and no offspring one might think I’d be the perfect candidate. And though I often feel very alone in the world, which, I will admit, has driven me to anesthetize those feelings from time to time, in the main I use those so-called negative feelings to fuel my ambitions and projects, not least of which is championing other artists—I actually feel that’s where I put my parenting, if you will. Why am I bringing this up. Oh yeah: Still I do understand the need to enter into some kind of group dynamic where others are gathering around the same hearth of understanding. And I do miss, and intend to reexplore, my feelings on this score and how it is I might go about making connections that can sustain me. Maybe it would be a meditation scenario of some sort. In the meantime, and because I do need to rekindle my preferred means of exercise, the form of which also constitutes certain meditation, I will start there. And as we find our city and I can nurture other such aspects of self, I will find my way in that regard. I have one major project on my plate for the next four weeks and once I’ve sailed through that, I must say, everything should get easier. I harbor no false hope about what this autumn will entail. Mainly I want to remain healthy and have a good deal of fun. I have to start facing certain challenges without the aid of any crutches, something I also feel should be quite doable. But do I want some kind of community? I do. Do I see myself wearing a nametag and going to the UU, I do not. Can I imagine some kind of Buddhist scenario? Maybe. I was thinking of theosophy…then I went down a rabbit hole trying to remember the name of the great professor at B.U. who taught a course on Webern Schoenberg Kandinsky Mondrian and how they were all theosophists. That’s probably not quite my beat either. I need a little esoteric book shop. I am again thinking about the north shore. We will do a little research this year as things begin to materialize. All will unfold I can’t try to make it.

I got up at five today to get some work done but so far I’ve writeen this far and gone down some rabbit holes and I don’t think I’m really accomplishing much which is also ok I think because the best thing I can probably do for myself is get the hell off this spiral today and take a nice relaxing drive to Boston, well, Reading, where it is a little girl’s birthday and there will be a party and I might as well try to give over and enjoy it. I should be in bed by nine if I can possibly swing it and swing it I shall. I will get to the dump this morning and go talk to Mike the mechanic. Why are all mechanics actually called Mike? I still as yet have not heard back from half the fellows I invited up to the Cape for Oysterfest, but that might be just as well. I have my own ideas about that in any case. We shall see what we shall see. I do want to make an appointment with Boston University about my transcripts because it is really bothering me that it was they who basically ruined my grade point average. They had nothing set up. I’d like to make a case about that. I also very much want to thread back through our “world” and put all the pieces together and make a plea for Bostonia magazine. There are certain holes in my experience that I very much now want to see filled. I am very much looking forward to the collaboration with Tim. And to the proliferation of these new books in a major way. I want to go through each and every one of my friends. If I send one hundred notes per day for forty days that’s four thousand people. I don’t see why I can’t put something like that together. I would like to hear back from Joe’s Pub that is also leaving a bit of a hole in my experience; it’s me and my disability to achieve closure on things, of this I am aware.

So I have an hour before I have a bit here at home and head north. So I’m forced to finally sit down and reckon with what’s going on. En route to that I am having to weed through some accumulated papers; and as is my custom I might just type a few of them in verbatim. One: Sextrology wallpaper (which is weird because I wrote Ken Fulk yesterday in regard to astrological wallpaper he did with someone). “A system by which everything is ordered.” Survery Sextrology take the impersonal points and list them thusly, writing a more philosophical treatise. Two: Instagram Afterglow start with existing folks and take tons of pics and follow and post all shots of previous festivals and tag people (sounds like such an obvious thought, why I had to write this down I can only chalk up to mind racing in a thousand directions). Three: Calypso then October 7 (this means for Blague purposes I should go back to these dates for fodder for material for writing and for a possible one man show—little did I know I would be forced to write a one-man show, with music, in the course of five days in order to replace an irresponsible performer backing out last minute. I still need to bring this to pro-bono lawyer in Boston once I get a hot minute. All other papers went into the trash and now I have forty minutes to start reacquainting myself with the process at hand which is the most important thing on my plate now and for the next month. I can ill afford any more distractions and must instead go deep into the proverbial zone.

 

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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Changing Gears

Libra 3° (September 26)

 

So today is last full day here on Cape this week and we have carved out time in the afternoon to take our beach walk moving up one of our clients. We have the two guys we met at the Hovey joining us next week for first night of the Martha show, well we did. One of them beamed in today to say they’re not coming so that was annoying. People don’t understand how reserved seats work. I remember this was an issue when I bought John D. a birthday present of tickets to see a show at the Public Theater and then day of he cavalierly said he wasn’t coming. Just one of the many ways he was oh-so considerate of me. When it came to friends, back in the day, I could really pick ‘em. Anyway he’s irrelevant. Although I did have a brain wave to look inside his book on Amazon to see if he actually thanked Mary which I had hoped he had and he did so that is saying something. The gaslighters among us do get away with murder until they don’t. I always feel bad for the baddies because of the karmic pay back. Anyway we were once quite good friends but I was constantly cutting off corners of myself to accommodate that and it was my fault because I let him get away with murder. Funny how it has been now over five years since our friendship divorce. I’m all the better for it. I suppose I miss the person I thought he was not the actual person he truly was which, I have to admit, was someone who made people cry on a regular basis. Come to find out most people in fashion world think he’s a weirdo. He is and always has been. Somewhere on some kind of spectrum I suppose. That is why I guess he realted to Boo Radley so well. I wish Will and Grace was on tonight (a propos of nothing except that it’s Thursday) but it isn’t. I have made it a policy to stop contacting people with whom I have one-sided relationships, always being the one to reach out. Fucking bored of that shit. Anyway I have to write a press release:

 

October 8, 2019 Provincetown, MA:  “The duo behind Sextrology, a wildly popular astrology tome whose straight-forward attitude has been embraced by the chic set” (Vogue): Celestial wordsmiths and creatives Stella Starskyand Quinn Coxhave collaborated on a line of flagship astrological themed tee shirts with artist Tim Convery, whose bold, graphic Tim-Scapesprints and products, rendered in his original “Duct Tape” typeface, have made an indelible imprint on the design landscape. From his Provincetown Tim-Scapes store, established in 2010, Convery first effectively re-branded the town, its millions of visitors (and residents too) swathing themselves in his intrepid pictoral designs that incorporate his unique distillation of the PTOWN moniker, plastered on everything from tees to hoodies, totes to mugs, key chains to bumperstickers. Since, its inception Tim-Scapes has gone on to capture other towns and cities, mainly in artistic prints, a nod to vintage travel posters, and to publish books and create logos for charitable organizations to which Tim-Scapes donates a portion of sales from their related designs.

 

Provincetown friends, Starsky + Cox were there the indeption of Tim-Scapes, encouraging Convery to realize his signature vision. Collaboration, a decade-long point of discussion, was just a matter of time. And, softly this past summer, the Starsky + Cox X Tim-Scapespartnership was launched, first, with a line of twelve [kind of cotton?]unisex Zodiac tees, in five sizes, the fronts of which portray a team-effort, still trademark Tim-Scapes distillation of the signs’ names, [cream]on black, graphically punctuated by pictoral elements native to their symbology; and, on the backs, evocative key words, [in matte/shiny black type]that wearably “spell” Starsky + Cox’s own endowment of cosmic empowerment. And, in true Tim-Scapes fashion, Provincetown is populated with folks ubiquitously sporting what the trio have christined the Astro-Scapestees. Available exclusively at the Tim-Scapes store, 208 Commercial Street, Provincetown, or from the company’s online shop at TIM-SCAPES.COM, the tees are just the beginning of what is designed to be an ongoing Starsky + Cox X Tim-Scapes collaboration with additional apparel and accessories, as well as jewelry and home deisgn products also in the stars.

 

Have a client in about ten minutes and then, as I said, I’m heading to the beach. The good thing is that tomorrow I really can get up at five and work for three hours before even running any errands and get everything squared away and when I get to the children’s birthday party I can work again. And again in the morning. We will get early check in and mainly I will just enjoy my day. I was just compelled to go to Facebook to look something up and now I’ve forgotten what it is. Typical. I really don’t have the sharpest mind anymore I fear. Oh I remember now…I was simply going to say happy birthday to someone. We went for another beautiful beach walk and I made a kale-potato soup, substituting turkey bacon for linguica which isn’t quite the same but preferable in these parts. I am looking forward to impeachment season I only hope the Democrats know how to continue to drive this baby home. We cannot have another nothingburger scenario as outlined by the evil Republicans. We need major evidence and then all the rest of them will come around. Meanwhile they are eating themselves anyway so I won’t worry too much that they haven’t got such surplus dishonor in their blood to bring them to their knees. It is time for a new day.

 

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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Perchance To Dream

Libra 2° (September 25)

I promised myself I would never fly coach again, not that premium economy is going to be that much  better. But for short flights to London, especially, it doesn’t make sense to overspend for the better class. I mean it is amazing but it simply isn’t worthy it. Better to pack some delicious food and have oneself ones own feast and get some work done; especially if one is traveling by day. Personally I like flying on Christmas or on Boxing Day. There is no need to stick around New England once family obligations are met. Again, for me especially. All this to say such topics come up on beach walks this time of year when there is hardly anyone on the beach but it still feels nearly like the full glare of summer. I’m starving. I’ve been eating very little these days admittedly. But it is all in service of my silhouette, my health and my confidence which steadily increases as my weight goes down. Also my anxiety. Although I may be more tetchy in the moment, I am far less nervy in the long run if I keep things extremely real. Getting my haircut so I’ll write some things that need writing by hand and record them here later. Case in point:

Hello I’ am Quinn Cox, founder and Artistic Director of Provincetown’s Afterglow Festival (which takes stage every September) and the creator and curator of this, the Afterglow @ Oberon series collaboration, here, with the American Repertory Theater.

The non-profit Afterglow Festival, now entering its 10th year, is dedicating to 1) Preserving Ptown’s birthright as the birth place of the modern American stage and as a century-old incubator for progressive theater and performance in myriad forms and 2) to thus carve out sactred stage space for progressive, innovative non-commercial performing artists (in an extremely gentrified town where even stage space is real estate and all but exclusively filled with Broadway stars or RuPaul’s drag race contestants demanding exhorbitant ticket prices) which can only happen via our not-for-profit efforts.

Soon after we started Afterglow we began producing some of our artists here, one night only, Justin Vivian Bond, Bridget Everett and others. And five years ago we decided to create a series here to bottle the Afterglow experience because, like Provincetown, Cambridge used to have a thriving rather avant-garde performance scene and truthfully, the consensus amoung our “family of artists” was that there was no existing home, no venue, and no audience in Boston Cambridge, like existed in other cities like NYC, Philadelphia, San Francisco, Los Angeles, New Orleans, Austin, and London of course.

So here we are. Tonight marks the opening night of the Fifth Annual Afterglow @ Oberon series. (Applause). And we indeed have found a home, thanks to the American Repertory Theater, and if you lovely people are any indication I think we have found an audience too. And we are very grateful to you. We have a great season ahead which is detailed on the flyers on your tables and placed at the entrace. Take them home put them under your favorite fridge magnet or on your vision board or what have you.

And we cannot be more pleased and proud to open our fifth season with a killer artist whom we have presented four times in Provincetown—maybe that’s where you first saw them— and who tonight is making their Afterglow @ Oberon debut. Without further ado, please put your hands together for “The Martha Graham Cracker Cabaret.”

Anway that’s what I will say not in so many words this coming week. I am also arranging schedule and had the idea to propose going to Provincetown in support of the tee-shirts and seeing if Tim maybe wants to do a mini event. I think it would be a good idea. Which brings me to my next project—I need to write a little press release about the tees that can go out widely, and then I can always tailor one to promote the them in local press. Speaking with our friend Raina yesterday she was recounting how people come into her restaurant wearing them—like couples, together—bragging about them. I think they can be a big hit for the new year, and they will be promoted on our own website too which is launching so I think the timing will be really great on that score as well. My sleep has been really weird. I think because I have absolutely zero in my system (do gummies count?) and I sleep deeply and dream vividly (and super sexually lately) but I wake up in the night, like wide awake, like I could drive across country awake, and then I’m fatigued in the day. But it’s all part of the process I think of coming down off a rather holiday-ish summer and then the full-on-ness of festival and such. Which reminds me, people who pledged haven’t yet given. Getting on 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.

 

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

Libra 1° (September 24)

 

I’m going to talk myself through this review process after clearing all my surfaces and getting my office in minimal Libran shape. Today is the first full day of Libra. I was awakened this morning by dream cats. I was in one of those towns I’m often in in my dreams. Hills in the distance, along river or waterway. Only this time I was / we were going to be staying in a house I think was owned by JK but Dean Martin or George Hamilton or someone like that was renting and all these people were gathering to stay there for some kind of celebration. We were given our “usual room”, people were taking busses but I drove up in a beautiful car. There were maids. I remember that because one barged in to find out what we had done to the very complicated television. I simply wanted to turn the volume down. I think our sometime assistant and colleague Sally was there as a sort of major domo. Anyway, there were two doors to the room. It was almost like a pass through, typically, for the staff. We were on the ground floor along with all the living areas. (All of this mirrors aspects of the boat which is obviously an impetus for all this.) In the dream we were sleeping in twin beds and I felt a furry something under the covers with me on my right leg; then I felt at least one can circling and trying to settle around my head and face. I got there sense now there were at least two cats of one of them was menacing and in my face. I could actually feel their tooth on my lips, I think. I scattered them and saw two silouettes jumping of the bed. One of their cat tails was shaped like that of a lion, skinny and long, with a tuft at the end. The Leo symbol. Again this would make sense in terms of a JK reve. At that very moment I was awakened. So I was awakened by dream cats.

I looked it up and cats are about the anima, the feminine side of the man. It’s about vulnerability in general If they jump on you it might also mean that there is a need to pace oneself, that the dreamer is being pulled in many directions. Especially creatively. Well that might very well be true. I will start the big transition today which should be a lot of fun. I just need to make an outline and do some printing and map out this baby. I haven’t heard back from Joe’s Pub yet so I’m sure that is gnawing at me. Oh, gnawing at me! That is interesting given the dream. The cats were dual anyway. At first (one of them) cuddling up to me, a ball of fuzz, under the covers; but also, ultimately (one of them) in my face and threatening. This double-bill might actually express the way I feel about a would be book deal. It might also refer to how I’m feeling about my work as an impresario. I’m not going to interpret it any further. The fact is, now that we are in Libra I am turning my attention to design over the function of Virgo. Speaking of Virgo: I came upon a snippet written, in my hand, on a piece of paper. It said Virgo (whose color is gray, like clay) is afraid of gray areas. A relecutance to work on a process, the need of some sor, tehy don’t want to do on own, don’t r…process. Well that’s what it said. I’m not sure I know what it means either. All or nothing? Needing to be forced to change. Middle men?

Something I had to say today sot someone: This speaks to a broader point of been expressing. This will be your first time in Boston/Cambridge where you don’t have an automatic (benefit) audience but one we are building for you from scratch. This is one of the points of the mission of Afterglow and Afterglow at Oberon: To create a home for you in the area where one had not previously existed and to build an audience for you so that you can ultimately just hop a train, come to Boston, and have a full house. It is Afterglow not Oberon who does the heavy lifting in this area. If Oberon were the ones doing it they wouldn’t need the collaboration. The series grew out of these particular parameters in our partnership—Oberon didn’t have the bandwidth to work on press, audience build, promotion and such, but they wanted to be that “home” we envisioned. Which is why it has been so disheartening to see promotion coming from your camp that doesn’t even mention the Afterglow name. We take a very small percentage, which doesn’t even cover my travel to Boston for this, and work very hard to create a foothold in Boston for artists we bring in via our curation. We do it all for you. And that was the point of that. This was of course in reaction to the treatment we have been dealing with in the form of someone’s so-called manager (who is also in their band); which is so dumb.

Some things to do tomorrow: get photos to the Boston Globe, start working my way through the sample chapter, documenting my thoughts as I go.

 

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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So Here We Are

Libra 0° (September 22/23)

 

Libra 0° is actually the same as Virgo 30° and is actually more accurate way of approaching it, in a sense. Once Virgo hits 30° it is Libra 0° and we like to represent what we are doing in terms of these degrees, of which there are 365 or 6 this coming 2020; but there are only 360°, so when I say I write daily, which I do I sometimes combine some days together like above. I have been forgetting to do this for months, so I just did it a couple of days ago. And now, for awhile, the Sabian Symbol (2015 Blagues) will be one and the same as the degree of the day I’m writing on but slowly, overtime, I will enter into another period where the Sabian Symbol is one degree ahead. That is because my Blague looks at the day ahead, and the Sabian Symbol degree number speaks to the fullness of that degree leading to its culmination, that is to say the degree period prior to the number, 0-1 being the first degree. So, even when the degrees seem to differ between my Blague and the Sabian symbol number we are always speaking about the same daily frame of time. I’ve just been a little lazy as I’ve said, and I don’t want to skip a posting of the Sabian symbol, but next time I lump two days together the degrees will once again differ. Oh never mind you’re not reading this anyway so I don’t really know what I’m fretting over. Actually forget all I just said because it seems I am still a day ahead I don’t know how that happened but I’m just going with it.

I am writing this on the twenty-second right now, so in the last throes of Virgo, which is great because the transition from one sign to the other is something I need to represent in my experience. The first thing I’m doing today is typing in the contents of a page of Rhodia notebook, word for word: It really shouldn’t have taken me all day to do this portion of the projects on my list but never mind. Because it did. I have decided to go back and Work through this Book and only leave in the important pages as hard copy. My character is writing almostly like my putting that note into the floorboards in Merrick Square. Actually the whole story could start with me in 1998 buying old 1805 house, the boy who moves into it tells stories that he can’t tell anyone about maybe, about magic and sexuality. I was suppose to say this may or may not be referring to recent stage foray I do not know. But as I read it again I know that it not the case. The story begins with a conceit, notes stuffed into the floor boards. The whole thing was hidden in the floor boards. That would need some working out to establish believablitiy or it can be something that is revealed later. Or not. As I have time, that this Blague is expanding too days, I’m going to get late-breakingly at some more boring but much easier work. But I’ll talk to you soon about that. Tonight will be a last hoorah of sorts, a farewell to summer.

Happy Fall everybody. Equinox and what not. Oh lord did I ever rock this zero degrees of Libra day. I don’t think I’ve been this productive in eons. I am completely caught up on all my post festival shenanigans and I can actually turn my attention now to Starsky + Cox work in a major way. And funny cuz I felt a wee bit hungover last night, not sure why. I guess the wine just hit me weirdly. At day’s start I thought uh-oh, I’m going to be staying in bed and yet somehow I rallied and plowed through every bit of work that was on my to-do list. I’m quite exhausted now though at day’s end and am looking forward to manging a wee salad and then getting into bed. Tomorrow will be the first full day of Fall after all and I’m looking forward to resuming my farmer’s hours and also reeling in the excesses between now and my birthday on Saturday. I also would like to resume the instagramming and such and being more juicy and connected. I think that will be important. I don’t need very much in the way of outfits for this coming weekend since we are really only going two nights. And it is meant to continue to be nice weather so I might still rock the linen. My main focus (once again, broken record, I know) is reducing. I did fairly well leading up to our time in Greece and Italy this summer, but starting there and continuing on through I really did blow up quite a bit. And I have to fool my doctor at my next physical and get the go-ahead for anesthesia for an -octopy. I did also make an appointment to get my shoulder checked while I’m up in Boston. On the 5th, a Friday, we go back to Reading and then on the 6th there is a wedding which just so happens to be on our way to Canada (how bizarre is that). I am quite looking forward to time away there too. So I have to be not so heavy at the Hovey. I also need to call those fellows about October 3 and see what they want to do.

 

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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Yesh

Virgo 29° (September 21)

 

Still feeling very sore but decided to try a little walk on the beach. The waves were crazy and the shark warnings were up. Nobody was swimming but nothing will keep surfers out of the water that is for sure. We worked out a great many things actually. I’m actually going to write up some beach minutes. Here goes: When if they get in touch, like last time, we will cite a timeline and having to move on to meet deadlines. We will also say that in your correspondence you were clear you would be in touch with us and come up with something to show and also attaching a price tag. (Not bringing up mixed messages of one saying one thing and the other saying the other. And so on. We decided that it is too soon for the Vermont folks. We also decided to greenlight Helene and Elisa. This sidelined into conversation about key stationery items in keeping with an antiquarian stationers/objets and booksellers/with a hint of alchemy shop being the backdrop, the art direction, of any kind of retail or, even, studio space. We talked about leather, paperweights and the kind of diaries only we can do. We are on the same page with this soft launch, where we get out all the kinks, and we might think about making a harder launch with 2020. The HA books promotion will happen when it happens. We will frontload the Paris Consultancy as an experiment this year, if only for shits and giggles, making all of the design worlds a potential pool of new clients, plus working the ango/americans in Paris angle. One very good reason to target design worlds, too, is because we will have already entered into it ourselves. With the pendants, first, probably.

Sometimes I want to cry because I cannot find a friend with whom I can be my total self. Someone to do things with, to talk to, to bare my soul. I have this of course in my primary relationship but, even so, you want to be able to share your feelings on your relationships with someone you’re not in one with. For me it goes further. I’ve always bonded more emotionally with friends than they have with me. This must be narcisissm: because I want to find someone just, or as much as possible, like me. It would be so nice. This is why, as a child, I was convinced I was a twin. That it either died or I consumed it or something. I used to play a joke on new friends that I was a twin and I would take them home and say I had to run upstairs, not letting on that we also had a back stair, and then I would quickly change my shirt and part my hair on the other side and I even had these fake black horn rimmed glasses with non-prescription lenses; so I could be very convincing in a flash. This of course was the actor in me.

I never “made it” as an actor in the traditional sense. I never auditioned and got parts. I had close brushes, weird close brushes with success. Like when Darren Starr wanted to personally cast me on a show of his and then it got cancelled the next day. Magical hours in between. Then there was the day I spent hours auditioning, and waiting and being called in and audition, rinse and repeat, for The Kentucky Cycle that was coming to Broadway. I don’t remember who I auditioned for exactly, someone with the last name Warner I remember, but they were obviously impressed by whatever I was doing and treated me like I was a star, and then I think that project fell through too. I already didn’t get the part but I don’t think the show every materialized. I really don’t know because I didn’t go to theater. First I couldn’t afford to and second I had other jobs, always more than one, that I was juggling to pay rent and off student loans and have some semblance of a life as a young married person in New York City in the earliest 1990s. I just looked the play up on Wiki and it did run for only thirty-three performances on Broadway and failed to win a single thing because it was the Angels in America year and Kushner swept it. And it wasn’t the last name Warner it was his first, Warner Shook. That’s who I auditioned for, of course, the actual director. I don’t even think I knew that at the time strangely. And what a great fucking name by the way.

 

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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Nooo

Virgo 28° (September 20)

 

I will have to cancel our client appointment as this day* as it shall entail me hanging laundry on the line while cooking and have a slat of the Marcel Breuer deck outside break under me feet so that I fall, left leg first, into the tiny space between the slats. One moment I’ll be standing upright the next moment I wont. I have quick reflexes and my brain will say to: do not let yourself sink and further; so I will immediately pressed my hands against the deck and up, as quickly as I can, so to unstuck my leg and wow, wow, wow. It is so badly wedged and it’s extremely red and painful. I text S. and Uncle J on the farm what happened and think screw it I better call 911. I could tell I am in shock because I couldn’t answer questions correctly on the phone. The EMT guys came and one took my info into a lap top, one knelt at my feet and took my vitals and one loomed over me. It was quite an ordeal. I mean it was like a mammogram for my leg but only with bones and muscles to squeeze. Quite painful actually. I will look forward to healing and also taking this as something of a reminder of just how fragile everything is. I need to plan the hours of this day so he goes. Lunch basically now then one to two I will finish writing, two to four I will do all finances, four to six I will get health stuff and other stuff together. Tomorrow morning when I wake therefor I go straight into reviewing the sample process and putting that all into some kind of perspective. Little by little that is.

Anyway, the visualization is that the tension that is up around my ears will lower if only slightly, incrimentally. I think it’s a good meditative start to some more serious practice that I should definitely get my brain around this coming year. This will be the last year where we are flying by the seats of our britches. But I’m looking forward to a serious change in scenery I must say. I still have three years left on my passport so that’s good. My goal with this trip is to actually get the sense of living somewhere. We will do the three months in Paris and then maybe tack on ten days at the end to that we return more like April 10. That isn’t such a bad plan really. It’s still winter on the Cape then anyway but at least we will have mapped out something real for ourselves and we could then store our bags with D+N or something and actually take a trip to Italy or thereabouts. Honestly I think heading off somewhere next year in September would be dreamy, closing the festival and just heading off immediately to Italy or Greece again or something. All depends on the work of course and the quality of income and where we are in our creative process. Meanwhile if we have to walk the beaches of Cape Cod that wouldnt’ be so bad either. I still can’t believe that Darren and Grissela showed up nearly an  hour later for dinner, their daughter letting it slip that they went for yet another drink and to look at the water, probably right down the road before showing up. That took nerve I must say.

One more paragraph to go today. The media has to stop feeding us stories like Meghan Markle being unrecognizable with her natural hair. The U.S. and U.K. are waling off a cliff holding hands and this is the sort of thing that gets spoken about—it trully is so weird. I’ve decided to start a list of things that might help us get on track with some social media images. I’m thinking of a trope that would be like That Time When…we were on the cover of the Scotsman Magazine, for instance. That Time When….we wrote horoscopes for Paris Vogue that type of thing. I know I’m almost one and the same with my schedule and that this is when I can get ahead of the curve and the true miracles can again to begin to happen. The day will be long. The raod may be likewise. I’m not in a rush anymore to get anywhere. People will have to live with themselves. That is the way of the world. If anybody gives me any more blowback the stress will be there own. I am walking proud and not letting anybody or thing get in the way of what will again be a rich and beautiful unfolding. By the time another December rolls around I suspect we will be in a very different place. I’m just going to keep going and keep contributing and keep working my stories and my angles every which way but loserville.

 

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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Cancel Cancel

Virgo 27° (September 18/19)

 

Over the course of these days I will have to deal with a major crunt. I always knew he would be a crunt and he turned out to be one. It is one of those instances where you have a wonderful rapport with someone you’ve presented half a dozen times. And then they have someone else, a manager or bandmate, tatke over; anyway I’m not letting this trigger me at all I’m seek to death of all of that why-me bullshit and I’m not afraid to fight in the face of those. I was trying to think of the last asshole which wasn’t too long ago actually and I just remembered it was the guru guy who was being super annoying and then includes the whole team at the Art House on an email that had nothing to do with them. What an asshole. But today’s new asshole that I’ve been ripped. Well since this post is encompassing two days, I will say that his personality swung so hard from one end of the polar spectrum to the other overnight it wasn’t real. But I blame the main person to for sicking this sicko on people. This sudden quarrel was over nothing first of all (it was straight out of Alexander Pope’s The Rape of the Lock in terms of importance) but it also was just a misunderstanding that opened the door to this vitriole. Fuck you bitch. And this dude is a bitch let me tell you. Because he’s been overdemanding, withholding, paranoid, accusatory, time-wasting and the like to everybody—not just me—this is never personal—these kind of people taking up negative attention because they don’t feel self-valuing enough to forgo any attention whatsoever. Blech. I’m so sick of these pompous fucking people. So anyway, how are you? You know. I just dealt with this with an artist who dropped out on a contract last minute. And we still have to put those legal wheels in motion? It’s such a waste of time and people need to fuck the fuck off.

Anyway, more things happened this week than didn’t. And even with all the setbacks I really do amazine myself at my ability to clear the decks. I have to say I feel really, really sad about cancelling our Christmas show. It surely kills me, yet I know it is the right thing to do this year. I have to put together steampunk costumes for a party this year as it is. Googling steampunk yields horrid results; searching for elegant steampunk makes one feel more at ease wearing the style but ups the ante price wise especially. I was looking at one site which combines some cheesey elements with more hifalutin ones. Not elegant per say but there might be elenets to glean. I’d like to go to the costume shop on my way into town maybe and grab a bite somewhere in Cambridge or Somerville if that’s doable. Or just go straight from there to Thai in Reading. It will be a pizza party on Friday night and nobody needs that. As the smoke clears so does my anxiety lessen and I’ve been doing visualizations on this score. Should Virgo admit like Elizabeth I that she really wants to remain the virgin—single, autonomous and unsullied by any others’ needs except those to which she chooses to cater—despite all her protestations/lamentations on being alone or lonely. Because she does seem very much married to some phantom notion that relationships elude her. In mythology, a Virgin goddess is really one who doesn’t want to play a secondary sex role to males—Artemis, Hestia, Athena are not spinsters by default. Anyway we are soon to leave this sign and I am soon to embark on the writing of a chapter focused on this creature of the zodiac.

Some random thoughts running through my mind: The amping of Sextrology, the successful and fruitful launch of the Haute Astrology books, plus a interesting roll out of auric and other ideas that are already drafted and yes to the bbod. This isn’t for you to know. It is me thinking on my feet. What I cannot do today is get lost in any kind of real-estate porn. I will try to go for a walk on the beach, or even a swim, say, at five o’clock because there may be tidal pools. Only two appointments this week so, I must face it, that I’m only going to be able to structure the chapter of the course of the next two weeks. Then I will take a break. The anxiety is real. I will go to the hovey and have a grand old time. Then I will work for another ten days 21-30 and then the thing will be completely handed in and all the rest will be tweaking. Then the other areas of focus will be these tees. We could do a Halloween event and a serious launching of the tee shirts. Then I will focus on a combined collection/consultancy/event directon, working very closely with the website to make changes to that as I go. There really is so much more to say in the spirit of gaining autonomy and such. The outreach on all of that should lead to finding the Ladies of Pendantes, if you will. I don’t know. I really want to spread my wings with the metaphysics as it is. I’d love to meet with M. Stang if possible when next I’m down that way I have to work very hard on keeping my nerves super stable I know that much, as there is much to do in not very much time to do it. My computer needs to be addressed. Actually I need to buy one. I could do that on Sunday on our way back home, that is a possibility. I also need to keep a running list for the Gary, which is now a euphemism for whomever we use to make this happen. It’s all such a hodge-podge anyway, all of it all of the time. But with the festival behind me and canceling the show, again painful, I do feel a whole lotta less stress.

 

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!
Copyright 2019 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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