Month: October 2019 (page 1 of 2)

Waning Is Letting Go

Libra 18° (October 14)

 

Okay so this is the last of the metaphysical mohegans day, and that seems fitting as it is indigenous peoples day. This is a reinvetion I can definitely get with. I am trying very hard to have a genuine experience (did you see the irony there?) but I’m not convinced it’s going to happen. The trick is to be okay when it doesn’t and to stay vigilant in some ultimate expectation of fruition and not giving up the ghost which will only cause myriad problems. The Glow Plan is simple: Drawing on the ten years of experience doing the festival and five years of the series, where we bottled the festival philosophy, the aim would be to raise money to create a “moveable festival” whereby we would partner with dozens of venues in small cities and towns, ultimately, throughout New England, enriching the cultural landscape while providing work for progressive, non-commercial artists. In effect Glow would institute a neo-vaudeville circuit of sorts in New England, all powered, non-profit through private and corporate sponsorship donations and grants. That really is the long and the short of it. I would thus like to find twenty companies who could give me fifty thousand each, as one million dollars would be needed to fund artists moving, in rotation, from one venue to the next along said circuit. I really think this doable. I am wondering if I shouldn’t … I never finished that sentence. So we have taken a little trip to the stores and bought some lovely things, sweetie. I really want to have stuffed clams on Friday with salad. Tonight is pizza night with salad. Tomorrow will be Salmon with tarragon and epinards. Wednesday and Thursday will be chicken based. I will have soup and such on Saturday and Sunday. I need to get the festival calendar. If I decide to show up with a check (to this party on the twenty-sixth) that will just be what happened. We chatted in the car about the Paris scenario. It seems so many renovations on apartments everywhere, and it’s also happened to Paris, is away from bath tubs. I don’t know girl. I think I might just decide to rent an apartment year-round there and make it work. I don’t need something this fancy. I need bold moves based on some solid intel.

Tomorrow our Haute Astrology books will go on sale and I will look for that promotion. I don’t know what to do regarding the tee shirts. I have put together the seeds of a press kit but there is no real follow through; I don’t think he understands that I am asking him to do work on it. Deliverables is something that not everyone is good at executing. I will do my two doctors calls today as well. The guys that work in the field for news agencies are always English and sort of clean-cut rugged. It’s such a type. I always feel so happy, say, on trips when we meet new people. And the bonding always happens so completely. And then it dissolves just as readily. It’s the way it goes I realize. We will stay up for a bit and play by the fire with our salad and pizza. I am coming out of whatever fog seems to have descended on me these last weeks, a result of feeling like everyone I’m dealing with it set on some lower speed than I am. I just want to get all the motors running, especially those that are creative and remuneative. It has been some time since I’ve worked with other people and I’m not that used to it I suppose. I really have no time for people’s laziness, bullshit or excuses. It’s just not something I can do. I have to be the bad cop too it seems in this equation. I got rid of that disease whose initials just happen to be V.D.. I will tomorrow change the narrative and get out of this personal ranting head and start talking about the various signs again. I’m actually thinking about all the books I want and need to write. But it really does hinge on hitting this new one out of the park. I feel a lot of pressure. Still I am up to the challenge I believe. I just need to get over this particular hump. I have to get over feelings of dread. That is probably my biggest demon to vanquish. I suppose it is a form of fear. I feel it as part of social anxiety. But mainly I feel as if I’m going to fail at things at which I previously succeed. I need to ritualize this I think in order to make a real difference. A fake it till you make it moment of sorts, but even more than that, really. Just choosing certain alchemy changing the physical landscape. This is always really important for anyone with any Virgo in them. I really am dealing with the Undeliverables on every level. But it will do me no good to be the voice of censure; I always get shot when I do that. The messenger once again putting his position out there. And so I will rise above and focus on my own happiness for the coming weeks. It can be an empowering time if I allow it. So Mote It Be.

 

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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Jonah

Libra 17° (October 13)

 

Okay so here I am. It took me until three today to sit down to write today’s entry. It was a quiet day. I got a goodly amount accomplished, not nearly as much as I would have liked, however surely enough. There is time in case I need to run out and get something else from the shops, meanwhile I think I can just let go and enjoy this tiny bit of buzz I’ve created. I don’t need things to make logical sense right now. It is strange that I don’t speak to my own best man. He never liked me and I never liked him. This is something I realized only yesterday. I always had placeholder people in my life when I was young. I was more aspirational about people in my soul; but I never always managed to attract them, though there were certain times when I did so. Every day must be a process of letting go. I don’t write parodies or plays or poems or even prose. I write this and non-fiction. That’s the truth of the matter. I can feel my muscles seizing up as I write this the relaxant backfiring as it can at first often do. I’m physically full I know that but it’s okay. I could quickly drive to the store and they would never know would they? Or would they? I think I hurt my knuckles without knowing it, probably in the fall. Either that or I have a sudden auto-immune disorder. What if I just stopped. Everything. Right now. What if this is the worst it will be? Tired of tension and of twitching. Tired of watching past roll by on a two dimensional screen. This is all part of it so stay vigilant. I am talking to me and not you so don’t sweat it. I need to come down off my thrown and leave myself alone. This errant overseer won’t show up. He never finishes anything he starts. He was already in the process of suring up the deck, now it is demolished, and the back door blocked, which I’m going to consider something of a fire hazard. It has been this way for too too long. I have been overly kind and patient. But I must be cautious not to use this as an excuse either. There is always the library which can be very quiet. Or some cafe that doesn’t exist. I will not only get through this I will hit it out of the park. That is waht I have to do. I will phone about my shoulder or they will phone me. Four months ago I said this: Starting July 1 you will be writing a Blague entry a day about a place you frequent.Winter is the time for doing such things. I will make last minute apologies for Halloween. I have to be deposed and I have to focus on health and healing. This is how I’m feeling. Finally. Wonderful Full Moon tonight to mark the occasion.

I just learned (nearly two months later) that a local guy I became friendly with these last couple of years died in his sleep of natural causes. He was only forty two and had a young son. The randomness of this is really too much to bear. We never know what’s going on in people’s lives but there you have it. I must pause and I must go on. I didn’t know you well, but I will nonetheless carry a little bit of you forward. It is very sad. But I cannot save or change the world. And as always the only way forward is with greatest focus on self. I’m doing it again. I’m becoming distracted for no good reason. I will simply try to work my own magic. I have closed yet another local door. That is a pattern. I don’t need to be this sad anymore. I must get on my proper footing as someone who is meant to send something to me today most recently said. I do not like being made to feel like I’m high maintenance because I have high expectations. I only want people to do what they want to do—I don’t want to make people comply. That is not my responsibility. But then I certainly don’t want to be made to feel like I’m somehow uptight because people supposedly interested in working with us don’t contact us for six months. That is the problem. Not my reaction to the problem. It’s not the problem for me to say we have to move on because we have a deadline. I mean, seriously? What I’ve noticed with people as they get older is that they become very much interested in self preservation, which has its good aspects. But one of the negatives ones becomes a sort of superiority that stems from the narcissism around self care. Like I’m thin and I jog a lot so I don’t really need the  approval of other people. Well maybe none of us need the approval of any of the rest of us. Or perhaps we all do. All I know is that self-reliance is where it has always been at. Even at high levels, or even in my personal life where I had never had any kind of assist but for in this past year, nothing works unless you personally work it. And I for one am truly excited about the prospect of making something major happen today. I must say I feel a bit on edge. Where is that script for stuff, anyway? I found a letter from my primary care and I opened it only to realize it was the script he forgot to send me home with; and then somehow I lost that. I have no idea where it went. I wouldn’t have thrown it away and anyway I’ve looked through the trash and don’t see it. So very odd.

Anyway we spent last night eating lightly and having some good fun in regard to reading new thought leaders that are floating our boat these days. Beginning to feel more like myself after a good deal of time not. I’m going to spend a couple of hours creating a little narrative about where I am in my current pforcess. I have some notebooks I can work from and I’m ready to hit the ground running on Wednesday, really, if I’m being honest, working on three pages a day those three days. Meaning the snapshot should really happen by the end of the day tomorrow. You have no idea what I’m talking about and frankly I don’t give much of a damn. A little but not much. In other words, it is, as they say, all good I just need to average a page a day and I’ll be in groovy shape. Enough of this as I now hae a soul to bare for the next forty minutes. I’ll post that experience next.

 

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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Two Long

Libra 16° (October 12)

 

Not a whole helluva lot left to do before I can get my pea brain around what really needs addressing. So I must go back to the man in the desert. We were staying with a once and no longer friend (too many of those which is the source of so much of my pain over the last half a decade) out in Wonder Valley near Twenty Nine Palms. The distances between everything there is at least twenty minutes. So we had left the house and gone to a local lunch spot half hour away and passed the book store we kept saying we would go into and it was probably the fifth time we passe him, a Jesus figure on a bicycle whom, we now realize, was making a bunch of trips to that book store carting a small stack a time, over the course of the entire week we were there. (I do want to go back by the way). I think about moving there but I don’t like scorpions, especially, nor do I like Mormons or other religious doorsteppers show up and ringing the bell. I could say I digress but really from where? I don’t actually have a departure point here other than the fact I just piced up a book that I think I got from that book store. We finally made it there and there were these major stacks, about drug-store-counter high, as we walked in and the lady at the till looked a bit put upon. That’s when we learned that “someone” had been dropping off all these books. We took a look and not only were there a slew of astrology books in the mix, some of which were out of print and we had been trying to find for eons, but all sorts of books on metaphysics and so forth. And it seemed Jesus on the bike had been the culprit unloading them all. We bougth the lot and had them sent back to Cape Cod. Now I don’t read much…let me rephrase that: I have spent a great many years, probably a decade at least, not reading much, which (I agree) now feels like a shame. I can feel that a switch has suddenly been flipped and now I must read. And anyway Game of Thrones is over and I’m not falling for a joke(s on me for watching all these years) again. So I pick up a book today, the first from that lot, and it turns out to be a Quest book published by the Theosophical society. But you will see that one of the only papers now left on my desk is a two-year old note to myself, prompting the writing of daily Blagues with ideas. And I wrote Theosophy, folllowed by Man In Desert, followed by Nemesis, the only idea for which I had scribbled down some note. I don’t know where I’m going with this either, so just bear with me. I know this much: I am feeling very tired indeed and have a goodly amount of work to accomplish and am determined to hit my mark. New paragraph:

That was a pretty long one, so perhaps I only need write one more today. Anyway, I made a homemade cherry tomato ketchup for turkey bacon sandwiches on gluten-free English muffinss. I used what was leftover as a marinade for chicken. I’m still so hungry today that I will again roast potatoes but we will serve with kale. Tomorrow we start doing things slightly more dietitic-like. So much of what has gone down since 2007, when we first dug into Provincetown, was pretty much over by, let’s say, 2014; and I have not had the kind of community I once enjoyed, pretty much, since that time. I try to understand why it is we are shut out of things others aren’t, but there truly is no rhyme or reason to it. People can be put off by us, I think, because we aren’t conformist and we don’t kiss ass and we call people out on their shit and all of the above. But it does sting a bit when people who do not know me make it a point to telegraph that they have been forewarned or something. I know it sounds like paranoia but it isn’t. And as I say it stings a bit, but it doesn’t really hurt, and also I’m used to it. (I don’t think there is any amount of coffee in Brazil that could keep me from falling asleep at the writing wheel right now.) What was I saying. Oh yeah. Well everything happens for a reason of that I am shittin’ sure. And though I do need to check my isolation I never feel more lonely than when I’m alienated in a crowd, which has often happened—a sort of active marginalization sets in where, because I’m not the loudest activist or attention getter in the room, or maybe just because I’m INFJ, it’s not so much that I lose the thread but feel that people lose mine. I definitely need a new scene of that I am certain. We are in some ways a natural fit for Provincetown, being very liberal, open minded and rather queer adjacent, but, like everything, things are becoming so polarized and I feel that, when push comes to shove, the Ptown peoples really want to revel in their queerness, and I can’t blame them for that. It just doesn’t naturally include us, socially. It’s almost as if I feel I make people self-conscious. That and the fact that I call out bullshit where, and from whomever, I find it. So I’m really not the kind of fellow with whom one can get away with murder. I do make an effort to be kind, don’t get me wrong—but, I don’t know, I think because Provincetown is such a warped variation on a high school theme, the really popular kids are either the super rich editorial gays or the down and out artistes (who are also super rich and just pretend they aren’t). I am going to paint my office red I’ve decided. Won’t be terribly easy but not so bad either. It turns out this paragraph might actually be as long as the previous one. And this is thus a natural end.

 

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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There Is Superstition

Libra 15° (October 11)

 

First thing I’ll do today is get Brad what he needs. The second thing I’ll do is petty cash—mustn’t forget all the housekeeping tips—then, thirdly, I will check on the deadline for the VSB grant. And go down the list of the witches to make sure all is feeling copacetic for the Witch Camp performance in November. I did a helluva lot more than that yesterday, oops, I mean today, he he ha ha he. Shut up. I’m drinking my favorite ale right now the Devil’s Purse Kolsch. I’m a Kolsch kinda guy. If you’re ever wondering what beer to send me (in bulk) please make it that. I wonder if I’ll be surprised any second. I know what I have to do in the next five minutes. I have to make myself easy. Try not to get worried try not to turn…All I can or will do today (which is many days) is watch Joan Didion bio-doc, over and over and over again. It must be a french name. She has a French face. Simian. Which is a symptom mainly of being a Sagittarian—my old friend Elizabeth Marvel could easily play her, they look so much alike, E. being a Sadge too. Oh well am I surprised. AS I say I can only do the best I can. I have two kids in the can. Could you imagine me a father? It is naive now to think that, even if you have kids, they will go on. Our democracy is under siege and we will take to the streets in protest. I will set up my soap box. I will ask the question can I speak publicly. And this is how far I’ve gotten. They will be home soon. And I will interact. And I will try to do my best. And tomorrow will be different. The first George Bush was so handsome when he was younger and I hate the fact that I think so. Even Dick Cheney thinks he (himself) is handsome. That’s how he presents. We have to remember that these assholes were part of the reason we are now in all this mess. All the ties to Saudi Arabia. That second Bush, too, with the erosion of civil liberties. The so-called Patriot Act. Go eff yourself.

I had a good friend in high school whose name was Dick and never once did I hear anyone make a crack about it. Dick was an athlete, an intellect, he went on to be a college professor, the fact us he became/remained an academic speaking volumes on his being a) a Virgo; b) not as type A as he appeared; and c) unambitious and priveleged in equal measure. His surname, in German, translated to Bath House. I really had such affection for him. He will never know. I would love to see him, to tell him. That his friendship toward me was a savior. We had such fun. I really cherished him. That would never go over well, I guess. I’m almost at today. Clarke Gable isn’t on the screen. I will pretend to be asleep but it won’t work. I told you this was all I was going to do today. I am going to drive over the Golden Gate Bridge. It actually doesn’t look scary at all. I’m sure I can handle it. I can’t stop thinking about flannel shirts. I have to find myself some sort, gorgeous stuff to wear this Fall. I need to do a bit of shopping. Oh and we have that stupid thing to do on the thirtieth of this month. Oh well going to keep my spirits high and power through. Not that much to do really and plenty of time in which to do it. First things first, and second. I must realize that I don’t always want what I think I want. And I’m always left feeling worse. I think back to those days of youth, lying on the beach, when I would very much enjoy being left alone to space out completely, finding that sense of utter peace. Becoming one with the all. I owe it to myself to feel like that again. It will take some doing that’s for sure. It has been terrible weather which is fine and dandy. Nobody needs to go to a comedy festival in the rain. And yet it looks like it might have been fun. I am way too easily distracted. Are we there yet?

The answer is a resounding No. I am living in a construction zone, peace and quiet aren’t mine right now. I need sound noise cancelling headphones this week. I need to watch my diet and calories intake. I need to find increasing middle ground. I need to get this leg of the journey over with. I need to get what we need into works. It isn’t easy I’ll tell you that. But it is necessary and I can be more rested and dinner tonight can’t be simpler. I did make some delicious salmon cakes and as if that wasn’t enough I also breaded the cod and roasted potatoes. I have such a flavory appetite. And I never eat junk food so I shouldn’t feel too bad. I did enjoy having some chocolate after supper however. Salted dark chocolate from my friends local company. It is delicious. I haven’t to work very hard on coming down and not feeling so alienated. I’m not sure I know what’s wrong with me. My brain is just so freaking scrambled today. Now I want eggs—dammit. See what I mean? I can’t seem to keep a single thought in my brain. It’s not that big a deal but I think I need to unsoak myself every so slightly and I need to give my nerves a break as well. All came back from teh dr. okie-dokie, but I still have to scedule this MRI. I hope to hear back from that office tomorrow. I think it was 586 1906 but I could be wrong about that. Never mind I will call again and leave another message ans see what i will see.

 

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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Minutes To Go

Libra 15° (October 10)

 

Today I’m slightly more productive but only because we decided to keep it somewhat real. Watched the end of the entire series of Unbelievable and I have to say it was fairly ok. I am zeroing in on my work and on my feelings. Today is not today. Today is two days hence. And for the third night in a row I have awoken at two-thirty in the morning. This is not good, and once again I feel I need to take a bit of a mental health day, where I will finish the so-called busy work, I will make some headway on tee shirts. I will write a check and put it in an envelope and mail it. I will map out my schedule. I will put through laundry. And I will read and read and re-read all my notes. I need to get off the merry go round which actually has stopped. I will figure out all this doctor stuff. It’s just boring and nothing more. I don’t know how I feel about Griffin Dunne, but I do know I love Vanessa Redgrave. I see people, drunk, presenting live missives on social media and all I can think is that they are operating in a blackout. I will watch the Joan Didion documentary several times over and over. The evenings have been ending badly and I can’t even tell you now which one is which. I think tonight will be particularly maleficent but I’m not really clear on that either. I know I’m nearly ready. It’s now six thirty and I’ve been up for four hours. I don’t mind being this shagged out. I will find a way, without fail to sleep in the day. I only hope I won’t have someone under my window playing a radio. I’m panicked at the thought of it actually. I must find various ways to stave off that sort of aggravation. The true recovery begins today. I’m not good to anybody being this tired. The timing really couldn’t be worse for this doucebag and hi evil deck that injured me so severely. I think I’m finally getting angray about it. I need to make sure that all is okay. I need to also mention to the doc that I have a terrible ache now that it wakes me up. I will get myself the rehabilitation i deserve. My bones feel a bit creakier than they should but that is just a matter of being too sedentary these past months.

I have a good eighteen to twenty days to make a wow, here. And even then it will be handed off and looked at and polished to perfection or else what would be the point in submitting it. Those evil fuckers at the William Morris Agency. They will pay. Well, really, they already have haven’t they? Because they have to be agents. Anyway it’s weird to watch a show and know a whole bunch of actors on it. I really just need to get some major thoughts down today. I do not have to reinvent the wheel. I’m going to do what I need to do for myself today and then I can be available to others. I actually couldn’t remember the name of the agent who represented us for years at William Morris—I spent an hour trying to let the name come to me. It isn’t so much a matter of my memory. It is hinged upon the fact, not only that the trauma of the experience drives her from my brain, but because she was so vacuuous a being in the end, a nervously blinking adding machine, making money for the WME factory. Today I am doing this entry, the one for tomorrow and the one for the day after. That is my job. Then I will have met myself, if you know what I mean by that. If you have spent anytime reading me on here you would know that.

Oh I see what’s going on here. We are living in illusion or is it allusion. We only have a few minutes to make some magic here so we better get cracking. The places your mind will go. Oh, Amy, I had your back. It’s so sad how sad things can be. Her mother died and obviously she got to a place where she had more free money and it turned her a bit into an asshole, but she was always a different kind of one anyway. I loved Anne. I tried a thousand times with Amy. And then she ended up turning on me anyway. I want to record this somewhere. Otherwise it would be so unfair to myself. The trouble with angels. Virgo woman is not my favorite character. Maybe I’ll do another sign first. I’ll do Sagittarius first and then Virgo, or some such. Virgo fucking depresses me. The Radiance. The Rhythm. The Beat. The Best. The Spark. The Pilot. The Pure. It is very possible I need to do a quick disappearing disguise act (how Virgo) because soon I will not be alone and I need to be asleep frankly. I know what I need. I need to meet people in real time. And I need to take myself out for a few days. I need to swim and spa. I think that might be what I do? With my time? When I’m alone spree for a spa? Is this really me. No. It most definitely is not. I am listening to commercial, terrestrial radio playing hits from the seventies, with some early eighties sprinkled in. Oh em gee the early eighties. I was at the coming of age age and it feels so wonderful to remember the feeling which makes me feel really happy to know that I was happy then when my mind would have convinced me I was unhappy then I guess I wasn’t. I loved being alive at that time of life. I loved going off to college, reading my catalogue, something that became a later theme,

 

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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Titled

Libra 15° (October 9)

 

Well needless to say today wasn’t a great day. All I could do, really, was watch Dick Van Dyke all morning and afternoon. The evening will culminate in a nice salmon dinner and some back and forth on all the emotion. There is actually a lot going on. I don’t understand people saying be straight with me. I shudder to think things only take three weeks. I would have imagined they require a helluva lot more than that. I don’t think I quite understood the process here. It really shouldn’t matter as all will come right round in the end. But why is it I always end up feeling like the bad guy when I’m not. Maybe I just don’t know how to properly relate to people in the way others can. That is entirely possible after all. I going to inhale one more time and then take this baby home for another twenty minutes. Holy merde is this baby actually going to wait until tomorrow. I think that’s okay. There is one more place that is now off limits. I am happy I had a weirdly manifesting French day, though. I went to the mechanics only to discover that everyone there spoke French; and then after a few oysters at Macs, on my way home, I questionably stopped at this other place, where I sat down next to a French baker and chatted. I really like him. I started following him on Instagram. He’s Adidas obsessed. I will have to send him that Adrien Below song. I wonder if Adrian Wills…Willis?..is still alive. When I was still nineteen I think or I dunno maybe twenty—I remember almost exactly what I was wearing, I can tell you that. I took the train myself to Florence and stayed at a pensione that doubled as a cat house. I thought I would go off and meet someone Italian. Instead I took up with the English bloke who was older and funny. And when I went to London with S. and friends that Christmas he took me to the Black Cab or was it Cat, I really can’t remember. He was a very nice fellow, tall and blond. And I was just a kid and he was trying to mentor me in gay philosophy I think although my mind would not quite go there. Such is the way of things.

I am going to take five more minutes to write this next paragraph. You have to understand what desperate measures I seem needing to make. I want to go back to Boston soon and spend some time with S. in Back Bay tootsing around. Maybe I’ll add an extra night. I really do want to have some good clean fun in the tiny city. I am almost tempted to walk to the North End. I’m just in that kind of mood if you know what I mean. I think I will spend the next month being super good to myself so that I can be superbad in Boston. It is one of my favorite cities and to be honest I’d often sooner tool around there then NYC, which will never cease being my home. But so many homes really. We will be in Paris for three months and get things majorly cooking. My sense is that work with the sister might have prevented some inroads from being made. I don’t want anybody to be disappointed. I want to think people’s hearts are in things. I’m glad to hear people are still feeling motivated. I’m sure the cautioning was correct. I think timing, being what it is, takes on different forms. I think that maybe we are ending up doing the right thing after all. It’s heard to know what the experience might be. Just a page or two no great brief or anything. Phase one, two and three. That kind of works for me. We can skip the news if we so choose. Should we just watch Chris Hayes and Rachel. Is that a better plan. I wish I knew. I’m still on two days ago, which isn’t all that bad really. I mean, I could use yesterday and today and, ultimately, tomorrow to start the ball rolling. It wouldn’t be that tragic. Or I could start everything two days hence and finish all I have to do.

 

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Basta

Libra 15° (October 8)

 

By any other name: S. had to do some errands in the town of P. and I stayed home to wait for deliveres and to deal with the work being done in the basement. It was a fairly wet day off and on. The kind of day only a cape kid could get into. I haven’t been sleeping well and sort of fell in the early morning, waking up cranking and abruptly. The reentry is feeling harder than expected and try as I might to get my thoughts down on paper, I am once again a bit stymied. I will be cranky and not good company and take my bike into town for some necessary oysters. I really needn’t hoard the money I’m sitting on and must use it to pay some fees and so forth for the coming year. We also have these costume events coming up so it will be good to get some of that work done as well. Some light keeps going on and off. Okay so we really should move this thing along. I still have quite a nice time ahead planned. Let us turn it out and up and make it good and right. I will set up shop in Boston this year. I still have a few bucks to play with. I could get my own office somewhere even, nice and cosy. Say Allston or some such I don’t mind being out there to be honest. Well yes I do. I prefer to be in Brookline and that is fairly easy to finesse. Cambridge too of course but it really doesn’t matter much where. I am keeping my funds in the back and I am feuling them; then when I have it all together I will set myself up as some kind of creative monster.

As if I’m supposed to understand how this works. All I know is that in fifty minutes from now I will have finished up all that I am wanting to say, take a shower, and be slicing zucchini. This stream of consciousness period in the Blague must be driving people bonkers; and perhaps I don’t give folks anything much to hang onto. If they are coming to this fresh today they have no guide as to what this seeming rant is all about. But that can be okay too, don’t you think. I do. There will come a time when all shall be revealed. What people shouldn’t do is search for their names on here that can be dangerous. But wow what a great device for me going back over things. And well, who cares, Edith? I wonder if Edith and Mary have ever seen The Women. I would love to have an entertainment center in my house with recliners of sorts. Imagine inventing an untacky recliner. Well the Courbusier chaise longue aint bad. Will I be too old to be sexy in Paris. Is there still hope for me. We shall see! We shall see!Those just might be the lines from a musical about a middle-aged flaneur. With a little bit of drageur thrown in for good measure, why not? It’s all your fault Jessica. If you weren’t doing some Weineropera there wouldn’t have been a chain of musical director’s chairs. We had director’s chairs growing up. They were such a thing. I don’t totally hate them but they are not my faves either. I was never really down with the wicker wonders that hung from the ceiling next to plants in macrame holders. That was never my scene. I didn’t like the seventies very much as I was living them. They didn’t fit my body type at all. I was a Danny in a Keith Partridge world.

 

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That’s The Way It Goes

Libra 14° (October 7)

 

Awoke to a discrepancy in accounting for my series collaboration. Will be a lot of back and forth today as we sort through the disinformation, while driving back to the Cape. Boring stuff. Just want to eat pasta and get into bed early. Did Valery happen yesterday or today. Terry Kates takes the cake. Beach. So the

Absolutely no problem and sorry for being repetitive, but I wanted to include everyone you and Sophie had included originally on this thread.

I’m still a bit unclear myself about the bit about “it only coming into play when the guarantee has been broken” (I will re-read the contracts to try and get my brain around that).

From my recollection, the contract template doesn’t actually pre-date you. I thought we worked out details of contract(s) anew, after Ari left ART/Oberon—do I not have this right??

Do you also recall our going back and forth (February 2016) on agreement points in negotiating what was to be year three of the series plus the one-off summerfest??

Perhaps wording got changed in section 4 at that time and I missed that point—while ART/Oberon accounting was still used to splits being on the gross?? To be honest I can’t deconstruct the logic in this.

I do know that we have been telling artists when they ask (as they typically do)  if travel and accommodation comes off the top and we have always said “no, that this is an expense ART/Oberon kindly assumes” because that has been the case since day one, whether it was a mistake on ART’s part or not. Again, I can’t really deconstruct that bit either. All I can say is that this marks the first time I saw a change in the accounting, though I understand from your emails that Sophie was actually taking her cues rightly from the wording in the contract which we have all somehow overlooked.

I wish I could diagnose this situation. And I do of course understand that it is the same for you: that the cuts don’t always equal the investment of money. But the point is that investment takes other forms. Afterglow benefits from its association with ART/Oberon, which helps to legitimize our wee operation. And hopefully Afterglow has benefited ART/Oberon in terms of the brand of programming and the build of (new) audience that has increasingly come to see these artists at, as I say in my curtain speech, the home of Oberon in Boston/Cambridge we’ve established for them.

Artists are unused to getting less than 40% and part of the dialogue in helping them over that thinking-hump has always been two-fold. 1) That Afterglow takes its 20% to help offset time/energy that goes into creating audience and securing press and promoting (actually, as I say, it rarely ever even covers my coming to town for a show-night, such losses being totally expected and money making never being part of the reality for Afterglow); and 2) that ART/Oberon also travels and accommodates you (the artist) without it coming off the top. This has always been the pitch. And you will find it time and again in our shared correspondence with our artists.

So, not to make this another long-winded email: I suppose our contracts have always said one thing while our correspondence to the artists have always said another???? Kudos to Sophie for actually bringing this all to light where none of us have seen this discrepancy before. I appreciate your keeping things the way they are. I have always been as mindful as I can to get the audience numbers to the 100 person mark where you guys have said is the point at which you typically (at least) break even box-office-wise. Given the nature of our programming we are always going to mix in a few shows that don’t hit that mark, but hopefully compensate with shows like MGC or Lady Bunny, the more commercial and confectionary acts, that do.

As with most things, communication remains key and we should continue to verbalize our thoughts and concerns in an effort to improve the series on every level. As the little guy in the equation, Afterglow will never be financially remunerated for the work—there are no paychecks we have to write to anyone on our end, unlike with your team, which I totally understand and appreciate. Our only goal is not to lose more than we have to in the process of co-producing with you, and to make sure that ART/Oberon actually loses nothing, cash-wise. And that we all gain audience, press attention, a little acclaim, and artistic fulfillment in the process!

 

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The Professor and Mary Ann

Libra 13° (October 6)

 

Well the aim is to write a blue streak for the next hour and really never stop. This will put me a day later into schedule wise but thems are just the breaks. Break it up break it up break it up reak down. The duo behind Sextrology a wildly popular astrology tome whose straight-forward attitude has been embraced by the chic set. It’s a Vogue quote I believe. stuff to Tim today. I didn’t need my pills or passport just a curtain speech an overall acceptance. Things can run shorter when they are more poetic. There is impetus to write about Theosophy, the Man in the Desert. Tarot. Sabian Symbol. Numerology Laura Scopes. Haute Astrology in print form. Aries Man most cut and dry, Aries woman most cut and run. The realists. Change comes slowly. The Tokien movie. The real Anne Lester is an Aries Diarest. Shibden Hall intimate detals she wrote in code, a combination of algebra and [tk] Greek, deciphered in 1930k. Friend of the lovers the Ladies of Llag[tk].

And I do (me like) getting things done. No sad sister am I. I never talk or even really think about her. It is one of the great sadnesses of my life. Not that I miss my sister but that I have a sister I don’t miss. I can’t. From the moment I remember she was there pretty much hating on me, the slightest shows of affection being so rare an expression. There was something, was it in the Dick Van Dyke show, where there is a line about laughing at others tragedies. It is an interesting Google and something I might like to bring into my own creative conversation. My room is so easily tidied these days it’s not real. I must also look for the Migguel check. Alchemical Change. A two week tv-show makeover 14 episodes. Haven’t gotten as far as I thought I would by the same token I might be furhter along. It’s feeling good to be back in my office. I must fluff the bed. I think I might want to write this book after all. It might take another month but who is to care. I won’t be doing the Halloween thing now it looks like.

I do love Provincetown in the winter quite possibly the best. The only people there are people who want to be there and there are enough of them until after the New Year. It’s kind of the best time, too, emotionally. It’s when a community feeling is built. I kind of hate Halloween, I must say. And I don’t mind having a bad time around it. That is to say the fact that I have a deposition around that time can feel creepy or it can feel empowering. I like to get into the whole witchy spirit of the thing. The Witch and the Warlock. The Warlock & The Witch. Anyway, I was saying or you were whoever you are. Watching the DVD show is very triggering. It’s heteronormative promise, it’s American promise, it’s Norman Rockwell charm, it’s Edna Furber subtext, it’s embracing of commercialism, moralism, chauvinism, wholesome sexuality and Everyman implausability.

It doesn’t matter much what I’m saying, I will be in the pocket because then I’ll be reading and reacting and writing that down here. That is the glory of that. I do take great pleasure in being functional; and I think the missing link here is easy to fix. Once you are done with this proposal and you’re back into grant land, you’re going to have a bunch of conversations and you’re going to go for corporate money, because you are indeed instituting the Glow Festival, for which you wish to find partners. Creating that neo Vaudevile circuit you done plum talk about. This sounds like a huge undertaking, and it actually has to be. You can write those astrology books in your sleep boy; and by the time anybody gets around to understanding what the what, you’ve already written, what?, four years of books? Like you can’t recycle the front matter, starting from the beginning? I think you can. And Anna Jarota and all the rest. Here on Gilligan’s Isle.

 

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More Than This

Libra 12° (October 5)

 

Today was okay but it too could have been a bit better. We headed to Reading after a slow check out and everyone (but me) were slated to go to a wedding in New Hampshire where only S. and I (of all the family members) would have been placed at a table with strangers. As brother-in-law also did not go, S. was able to take his seat and actually sit with her own family. Good grief. Well the entire week was dismantled really because the original plan was to go to Canada and stop at this New Hampshire wedding, that of her cousin’s son, on the way. Well I’m surely not being looked on favorably but I’m not in a mind to care about that. I will look after the dog and nurse myself back to health a bit. And anyway I have this to write which is really really fun. I did end up doing some chatting with friends but that was about it. I think Mike is kind of pissed off that Dave said he wasn’t coming as a result of Tony cancelling. Hey, what can I say other than maybe Dave is right, which I did. Steve wasn’t making any appearances on the email thread so que sera sera. I’m certainly not going to beg people to come. The dog is very cute she never really left my side and when I went to bed she came with me. Adorable. I took a bunch of pictures. Also of the rabbit mace under the sink. Do they really kill rabbits in their yard. It’s not like they grow a plethora of vegetables or anything that would warrant killing bunnies. Oh I dunno what’s wrong with people but things are. They definitely are. I watched some bad movie on television I can’t actually remember. I’m not here to be literary today in case you haven’t noticed, I’m just here to speed things along.

There’s not much more to say today. I wish there had been. There nearly was. But I need to go back to break neck speed. This will be the month of Sundays where every night features a Blue Moon. This will be The Eight Days and Nights of William Willing. This will be the time when all the magic circles back, when all the lights are burning, when all shall be forgiven. This is when the magic can begin. I will put it to the test. I won’t have a single respite. I will power through and all will be long magical twelve hour days. It will simply be the time it happened. Then there will be anothe eight days to tweak the fuck out of it. This is when all shall be revealed. When the power will be in full force en route to the day the veil will be the thinnest. I’m just going to have to power through and do what I do. Joey Arias’ archives are now at the Harvard Library. I wish I knew what that meant. What sorts of things would he have given them (and what would he have received in return)? It all seems a crazy thing does it not? There isn’t all that much to do really. We just need to keep on plugging away. And that can be it’s own reward really. I found myself some soup and ate it. I am feeling uneasy, at odds. I tried, lord knows I tried to affect some happy outcome but all attemps were aborted. That’s okay.

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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