Month: November 2019 (page 1 of 3)

No Thanks

Sagittarius 5° (November 27)

 

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving on which there is a war, apparently. This bozo has got to go. I truly don’t understand why it is we are so complacent. We must get on our feet, all of us, and take back the dignity of this democracy. Less time posting about the latest article written about you and more time focused on fueling the reconstruction. I’m down some lbs and have a fortnight next goal. I’m not going to eat hardly anything this holiday season—I can take one year off from clam dip, for starters. I do believe this intermittent fasting could be lasting. I don’t mind the way I feel. And for me, since I eat dinner so early and go to bed quite early as well, there really isn’t much waiting in the morning. And it is my opportunity to hydrate like mad. I have a list a mile long today and I client in under two hours. I have the next forty or so minutes at home alone so I am taking the opportunity to put up this Blague entry but also to get back into self-pep-talk mode. I was quite ill in the night but (as mentioned in my previous post) I am fortunate that colds and the like move quickly through me. I am getting some older person symptoms now which is just the way it goes; and though they cannot be eradicated they can be kept in check with a good yoga practice of this I am certain. I will figure all that out in the coming week or so. There is no reason to drive myself crazy. I just need to start. And I have low-stakes ability to do just that. S. has decided she’s not returning to the practice until Paris but that would be kind of risky for me I think. I have to get more under my belt than just fat. I will try to get into town early on Friday if folks aren’t driving in until later. There is an morning train that would get me in by 9 and then I could stroll through Fanueil Hall, something I haven’t done in years, and Government Center and then on to the South End.

I also do have the ability to purchase the rainboots I want online. And I could get a second pair of the suede ones I love. I have my deck sneakers I can wear for sure. I will likely pack them for my next trip on the boat. I don’t really need to take them now. I do need to get rid of a lot of my clothing however and I am gearing up to do just that. I have four weeks to rid myself of enough dreaded weight that I don’t have to go on a ridiculous shopping spree but can instead take with me things I already have in my possession. I have had many a trip where I have eaten my way through Europe and the U.K. and I just am not going to spend/waste money on that sort of thing this year. There is very little point in doing so. Would that this day would end with some information from our agent. It won’t me thinks. Today was a weird but very productive day. We had two clients on the docket and one got knocked off and the other one seemed way too busy to make it work. All is as it should be. We went down our collective to-do list like we’ve never truly done before and a lot got accomplished. I’m not fixing this car, I’ve decided. I will try to get it fixed next week and if it doesn’t happen I’m going to contact Lacey and see if we can get it done in the spring. Meanwhile I’ve been shopping around for a Mercedes wagon, vintage of course. I looked up Missy Crowe and John and I think they still exist in this area. It would be weird and wonderful to see them.

These are notes that have been on my desk for some time. Ready?: Monday meeting bring ten possible posts. Social media S+C and PR Consultancy booking Paris appoingments. Should I do a press release? Make this a news item? I think I might. Also can I feed half social media ideas to make it easier? Someone said they were five years an architect; then pattern making. I remember my question was: are the clothes architectural. Oh I know what this is about ironically. These are notes from a session with someone I was supposed to speak to today. How funny. S. and I both have Lilith in Scorpio. There is the Asteroid version  about rage, resentment and sexual manipulation. Lilith is Impressionable and objective; the Moon is subjective. We spoke to that NBC journalist she was into asrology but hadn’t read our book(s)? What’s up with that. She had an affinity for Lilith. I asked if she was an Aries (to which we assign the Lilith archetype. And she was. Of course.

 

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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Chills

Sagittarius 4° (November 26)

 

Today is Henry’s birthday so I’ll reach out and post an embarrassing children’s photo. Last night was one of lousy sleep. I woke up like every hour, coughing and/or wheezing. I have to get my act in gear today. As suspected the stupid car window people didn’t come in the, forgiving the pun, window they said they would. So waiting around for nothing all day. It is so annoying. I do want to hear from the agent but at the same time I have to let that expectation go. I’m giving myself certain antcipation agita and (I know from experience) it could end in tears. If there isn’t a book there isn’t a book. I have been waiting all day for the stupid window repair guy to not show up. Was supposed to be here from eight till noon and now it is past four o’clock in the afternoon. I’m really over it I must be honest. I woke up feeling pretty coldy which, knowing me, will pass, without my actually getting ill. But I do feel quite on the verge I must be honest. I know why of course—exposure to smoke always makes me feel this way. Even a very working fieplace can cause me to manifest a cough or worse. I’m so tired of the stressing and of not getting anywhere fast. Oh well, the window guy is finally here and the water is draining perfectly from my sunroof so that’s good news. He is going to replace my windshield (again) but leave the gasket and seal with some urethane. Isn’t this interesting?

I watched the rest of the Grégory documentary on NetFlix when I woke at four this morning because it had subtitles and wouldn’t bother anyone. Then I watched doc of Wynn Handman whom I had never heard of, but that is more a show of my ignorance than anything else. I got to feeling low about having given up on certain dreams; and the weird synchronicities I suffered like starting a poetry and performance night in 1992 or thereabouts at the Bell Caffe and not being able to reach Dael Oerlandersmith who showed up to perform when the project got scrapped. Of course she went on to do great things. I can’t even remember how it is I got the word out back in the day; but I do know that performers contacted me. I was always feeling bad about myself back in those days. (Have things changed all that much.) I have felt disposable as a friend, and seem to relive that trauma over and over. I try to think back on certain times when I felt really solid. I do  know that just prior to moving (back) to NYC (area) in 1987 I wasn’t really concerned with other people in any kind of major way. I was reading the Vedas and the Upanishads and Creative Visualization and was on quite the New Age trip which has now become Now Age. I suppose we can now draw a line from that in such a way that validates my current existence. Although watching that doc on Wynn Handman definitely triggered me and the fact that I didn’t stick on my acting path. I know it’s not too late and I do plan on doing something about it in the coming years (gods willing) and even tying it into something of a book idea. I think the last time I was on Broadway I was twenty nine. I think that makes sense. So maybe I will do something about that at my thirty year anniversary of paying dues to Actors Equity but never quite working as an actor. I don’t believe I took the “wrong” path because there was nobody giving me much support; and pretty much everyone I know who has made it as an actor is either an offspring or never had to work a day in their life on anything but. So that is the long and short of it and I’m certainly not going to feel bad. If Tony Goldwyn couldn’t make it as an actor in the business there would have been something very wrong with him—for instance.

I was trying to piece together my calendar today but frankly I’m just not feeling all that up to snuff. I have a bunch of coldy symptoms which (as they usually do) should pass through me fairly quickly. I must resist the urge to cushion my brain in any way and, the first line of dietary defense, is my instituting some intermittent fasting which is what I did naturally when I was younger. When I look back to my late teens, early twenties, I think that I was something of a manorexic without knowing it. I remember, living in Paris, in 1985, I would go for long stretches without eating and would just order regular old tea with lemon to fill up my stomach. I realize now that I was following some instinct to work against (what has turned out to be) a genetic disposition to be a total fatty. Look I haven’t given myself a lot of time, now, leading up to my departure, twenty-eight days from now. But that is four solid weeks so that is something. I just got lost in social media what a total joke it all is. How does one reclaim there life in this day and age. Everybody is so concerned with being more amazing than the next person. I cannot wait to get out of this emotional wasteland for awhile. I don’t know how much attention people truly need. I just want to focus on giving people guidance and solace and a little bit of laughter in this life. The same people online praising the same other people in this endless chimerac swirl of nothingness. I will hope in vain to hear back today on the subject of books and my night will go too late dealing with repair people. I will be nearly too ill to eat but will manage to get through and then get into bed early with my afflictions.

 

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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Over With

Sagittarius 3° (November 25)

 

So okay. Yesterday was pretty functional, as I caught up with all my writing and managed to make some major mental inroads, getting my brain around all that is to come. I have a few major marks to hit today like posting my grant and getting a handle on the mechanic. I did some housecleaning and went to the dump like a dutiful suburbanite and now I need to finish up yesterday’s work about the A.R.T. notes:

Molly Pope was our first ever performer in the series in 2016 and we should be looking at the same kind of appeal as Tori Scott offers to audiences. Molly is more a thinker than Tori and less the party girl archetype; in fact she gets pretty deep into her own struggles with mental health so there is always a profound aspect to a Molly show. This one is especially crafted and she has been working with various arts centers like the Kimmel Center in Philadelphia; and she has worked as an actress with the Atlantic Theater Company, The Eugene O’Neill Theater Center. She has won both the Bistro award and the MAC award for her cabaret work. I think it’s good that this show follows Migguel because I feel we can get a good return (same) crowd as Molly, too, is rather fetishized in NYC by a well-heeled crowd that will see her uptown at Feinsteins or downtown at Joe’s Pub. I’m wonder if, given proper lead time, if we couldn’t get Boston Magazine to do something on her as she has many glam looks and press photos. Also the Niche Media folks might be interested. This is probably the most showbiz show we are doing (on the surface) but Molly always brings an absurdist, intellectual slant to everything she creates.

I mean what I say but I have to start saying what I mean, maybe? I will let this whole thing ride with Cambridge and let them know sooner than later that I will be dehors!

I want to meet fabulous and creative people whilst in Paris. That is surely one of my goals. I am over feeling sneaky I must say. Tomorrow is the new moon and I’m looking very much forward to putting some new plans and mindsets into action. I must be patient with myself in the process. Man oh man I can’t tell you what is going on in my head right now. It’s one of those one step forward two step back days. I wrote to Peter Davis but haven’t heard back. I really need to simplify my existence here. We have yet to sit down and figure out what’s what. I can’t seem to make the kind of progress I want and need to make but I’m going to continue chipping away and do my best. I need a clear head for the next month or so. That would be a non-negotiable. I really don’t like the way I feel for starters and I need more pep in my step; and to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do. I know it all starts with my physical self and I am prepared to do what it takes on that score to make some quick fixes to my routine. Was thinking when I get to London too I can take a few classes. You know what, once again I’m just feeling like I’m losing the battle along with the plot. I hopped in the car and got some Chinon and I made a sort of chicken cashew that was pretty delish. I passed out pretty early and apparently was talking in my sleep about body language and how we used to be able to read it but no longer can.

 

 

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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Blatant Stereotyping I

Sagittarius 2° (November 24)

 

I have a tickle in my throat. And my memory feels pretty dodgy. Trying to feel good and not guilty. I don’t know why I have this scared rabbit feeling today. I think I need to get out of the way of my own emotions and just let the pass or float through and over them. I always feel like I fucked things up. No surprise that would be my default feeling since it kind of is, due to its imposition on me. I mean the family lore was that everything got ruined when I showed up. I ruined my sister’s and father’s lives. Tomorrow will be a very fun, working day. I will prepare for the window guy etc. My sense is that no water is coming in that way but I could be wrong. Even there I feel guilty for having brought folk’s attention to it. This falls under the larger heading of certain grooves in behavior of which I feel ready to let go. All is the chasing of a feeling, but we know that money doesn’t bring said feeling about. Some of the richest people I know struggle with anxiety and depression. I think most would agree that it makes emotional matters worse not better. Eighteen days until the Kennedy shindig and I hope to at least rid myself of some lbs. off the top. I began intermittent fasting today. Let’s see what happens on that score shall we? I spent most of the day catching up on this, which has been very helpful to my mind set. And I’m ready to start slotting a lot of things into place. I mentioned having phone conference with ART folks the other day. Now I need to put together some minutes and say something along the lines of:

It was nice speaking with you last week and good to brainstorm on the coming shows for winter/spring 2020, especially in positioning approach to the artists, whose work all have their distinctive personalities, promotional hooks and demographics. You had mentioned wanting more information on the artists than appears on the FB event pages et al in any case. As is always helpful, I would love to get individual press releases for all the remaining four shows.

Kareem M. Lucas is distinguished as one of the great, new theatrical hopes coming out of New York.  He is an actor, playwright, poet, producer and director. Early in 2019 he performed the show he is doing at Oberon at the Cherry Lane’s Theater Mentor Program, which is an Obie-award-winning new play series. Kareem was mentored by Craig “muMs” Grant. He is also a 2019/20 Jerome Hill Artist Fellow recepient. And he was awarded a 2019/20 playwright residency at the New York Theater Workshop. So it’s all very happening for him right now; and we might think about contacting more of the theatrical trade publications as well as reaching out to African American community leaders, press and journalists who might champion his work which directly points to race and social justice. Also can we think about his giving some kind of talk for theater department at Harvard/ART (which is something which I feel could apply to all our artists who have in the past been poached by Tufts/Museum School et al. Though not a comedian per se, I do feel that this show would also be the beat of Nick Zaino and more muscular journalist and social media figures. I do think Kareem is destined to make a mark and from a curatorial perspective we are spot-on in presenting him; that said, we should enjoy some financial as well as artistic reward in so doing. I do think that some local NPR and college radio should be a distinct focus here. I will look further into ERS BUR and touch base with Jared Bowen on this. I do think too that we can get some think-pieces, here. I will reach out to Globe because they might be planning something to do with Black History month. We shouldn’t avoid the obvious and do some searches on Boston events to see if we can get some interested generated from any larger, more comprehensive celebrations/events happening at that time.

Penny Arcade, as discussed, can fill houses in New York City with lengthy runs. It does occur that the title of her show might be too NYC-sounding and not universal enough; but there is a Boston demographic who is especially into the downtown New York experience and we need some old-school characters—journalists and figures in the performance scenes, especially, in Somerville and Jamaica Plain who would be attracted to the authenticity of her experience as an underage teen from Bridgport CT who was swept up by a caravan of dragqueens who took her to live in Provincetown in the Summer of Love in the 1960s, where she secretly lived in Prescott Townsend’s house without him knowing, before landing in New York where she became part of Andy Warhol’s Factory. Being then a youngster among these painters, performers, filmmakers and activists, she is one of the only surviving figures from that seminal era and is the doyenne of downtown New York performance. We really should dig deep into the Queer community with this show. And (as I have done with some shows in the past) I especially want to reach out to the NYC community to activate them in contacting their Boston cronies and colleagues. Penny is a performer who has benifited greatly from Afterglow in that, prior to her involvement in 2011, she wasn’t in the same loop as the younger NYC performers who performed Joe’s Pub and other places. We surely had a hand in recontextualizing Penny and presenting her to a new generation of audience and artists who do hail her as the Queen of performance.

Migguel Anggelo will have the easiest time selling his show because, as mentioned, he seems to have a lot of promotional support behind him. His manager (and perhaps partner— I’ve never asked) David Stark is a super connected designer and event planner in NYC and part of the “gay mafia” based there. This would contribute to explaining a newcomer like Migguel getting the kind of press, and celebrity audience selfies, he enjoys. I will reach out as best I can to the “Boston/Ptown chapter” and see if I can get interest from some folks like Bryan Rafanelli, Daniel Mullins, John Ruggieri, Adam Cutone and other fancy pants. At the same time, I will dig into the LatinX community and culling of contacts I have done in the past in promoting Marga Gomez in the past.

 

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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Here Comes The Flood

Sagittarius 1° (November 23)

 

Okay so I’m talking about Thursday morning in this Saturday slot which means I’m truly catching up to myself here. And Saturday will be the most uneventful day of this week because I’ll just end up watching the Crown all day (having awoken at 12:46 early Saturday morning and not getting back to sleep at all until Saturday evening) which is totally justified. I’m also fighting fear and loathing underneath it all which I won’t realize until tomorrow. But, right, let’s go back to Thursday and hopefully end this Blague entry completely up to date. Right so it’s still all about the hearings. And today is Holmes and Hill and it will feel amazing to hear them both advocating for truth while the day will end with Schiff’s gavel and then, already, all the weirdness will creep in. I had a morning meeting with ART and then we headed into Cambridge to Hi Rise where we met Machine Dazzle for a little brunch action and then to Mount Auburn where everything was kosher except I somehow, from lobby to car, lost the parking ticket that lets me out of the lot. But we got on our way and smooth sailed down Memorial Drive across the Mass Ave Bridge down Marlborough and over Clarendon to the cleaners before heading to the South End for a mini moveable feast we can bring home from Formaggio. We got cheese and pasta and all sorts of yummy things like barnyard grapes and we hit traffic getting onto 93 but worked the HOV lane and listened to the end of the hearings. We unpacked quickly with wine and then watched the Crown which I like way more than S. does. Of the two of us, I would be the more tolerant of the monarchy.

On Friday I did try the mechanics but he wasn’t in and I got caught up in other things; I was trying to remember what I’d call it. I mean I did my morning mystics and marketing and I was chatting on FB with this guy—how do you get some of the friends you do on social media?—he had been in the army and he made some comment on some comment of mine that I put on someone’s (can’t remember whose now) thread. I spoke too to the Safelite people and will call again tomorrow. I cleaned the entire house which really needed it; unpacked. and I got all my papers where they needed to be. And I was writing my Blague when my screen froze, which I’ve mentioned, but here I am back again to today and it is really happening. It was one of those laptop reboots when a hundred word documents open, collating one behind the other. But weirdly it wasn’t all different documents but my one same document in duplicate times a hundred. Anyway I thought I copied and pasted the correct “recovered” one but apparently not or otherwise I did and the laptop recovery didn’t happen. Whatever the case, it was one of the bummers of this day, but not one I discovered until rather late in the day. S. had gone to VW and WF and we were to have salmon for dinner. I find it so weird Venice is flooding so much just as we are planning to finally go there on our “honeymoon.” Good lord. Wow and we really haven’t known each other for so long—that should make it more unclearer. I’m not doing that bad right now really; I think I’m moving things along pretty well actually.

We have a chat with Meg on the books for today (Friday) as we receive one pass from a publisher and what should be an offer. We also have a client whom we see at our shared pleasure. It is nice to be able to give some time in this regard. And then we will sit by the fire and start slotting things into a schedule. I have been keeping a list of things at the end of this document I’m currently writing in—always two months worth of Blague together—that need to get slotted into my schedule; but when I go to look at the list I not only notice that it isn’t as complete as I had made it, but also that a few days Blagues have disappeared. This is the event to which I’ve alluded, which explains why all my tenses–past, present and future—have been swirling around these last several days’ entries. I am zeroing in on Bikram, and I will end up starting the documentary about him today. I did binge the entire Crown, in the end and thought it was fabulous in many ways but sort of alienating in others. I loved the episodes with the deaf nun Princess Alice. And I think Tobias Menzies brings in the best performance over all. Nina beamed in to prompt me to get in the VSB application and I notice that my grant money from MCC has hit my account which is a good thing since I spent a bloody fortune this past month. But that’s another thing I have to contend with. I will put together my list for ART and I have on the docket for tomorrow to think about what would have constituted minutes of that chat. I’m not a big fan of American but I know that community theaters must peddle in it. Oh right so we saw Machine Dazzle and he is being repped by people so I don’t know how to tell him that what we are offering isn’t a whole helluva lot. I’m curious to see what’s up with Morgan B. as well. I will go down the list and I will wish everybody well. I think the larger thought I was having was about lucrativity—actually the word is lucrativeness, if you can believe it. Maybe I should write a book called Lucr(e)ativity. Then again maybe I should just try to get this book deal that is currently on the table. Ha!

 

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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Command Save

Sagittarius 0° (November 22)

 

I totally forgot to say that Yvan wrote back the same day and I hope we shall see him in Paris. We don’t have much of a set-up there for serving meals—although I intend to change that! This is meant to be Friday’s post. I am writing it on Sunday, but the subject of what I’m writing begins on the previous Wednesday and, by the time it’s done, I hope at least to be caught up through Thursday. So I got those early morning Americanos downstairs and brought them up so we can pack. My stomach feels markedly better and I credit my martini instinct of last night. We descended for brekkie with A. and I had the weird board with whipped ricotta, hardboiled eggs and sweet potato and kale. Strange combination truly. Then I had a chicken sausage. I want to remain full today as we are hopping a train. A. had what she had yesterday plus some taters and she loved the present be brought here. Now remember the day before we had this full on discussion about the person who introduced us and how we empowered A. to stand up for her and vice versa really; and also how the person who works for that culprit in London confided that we are all blameless and that V.D. is insidious to say the least. And penny wise pound foolish, we would have been so happy to have given to and remained open to working with her; but to be shaken down by someone in this culture of shakedown is just that much more an affront and so not on. Yvan’s screenwriting partner was seated at a booth herself, no sign of him today. We went over a major timeline for the jewelry and it felt very forward moving on that score. So it was time to get on the road. We walked through the lounge and to the front door of the hotel and A. asked where the ladies was and we explained she should go back through the lounge the way she came. We hugged and elevatored to the room to grab our bangs and go. In those few minutes A. had written that V.D. was actually in the lounge! Can you believe this particular synchronicity? I mean, it’s been quite a week. And we had J.D. and now V.D. and we got loached by the editor and my stomach hurts and the whole thing is feeling very depressing suddenly but I’m going to sail through that feeling. We grabbed our bags and checked out and managed to avoid her which felt like an accomplishment in itself.

Got to the train station with some time to spare. There was this Amish or I’m going to say even more strict sect Mennonite family that looked so super odd and inbred with the tiniest faces you’ve even seen and really small feet, all in black with bonnets and suitcases without wheels. Come to find out later when we get to Reading that there is quite a large community upstate, which I find terribly interesting. Our train was called at Standby and we did see some folks gathering in one area and it turned out they had information we didn’t have. Still we queued up in time not to be in a crush of people heading down to the train platform and we did find seats across the aisle from each other in the quiet car and I sat down and wrote a great deal of texts that would have made up the entries for November nineteen, twenty and twenty-one. And I have now caught up, by way of circular conversation to the day before the day of this date. Phew. So I was sitting next to this kind of dry, funny guy who wanted to connect, briefly, which was cool. We had some emails from our agent, also forwarding us a note from the would-be editor who came to the same conclusion we had. The person who was the problem at Harper didn’t even work there when we were publishing our book under that aegis. She also asked if she could approach a first pass list. There were two people on it from the old days and I said we were kind of spooked. She wrote right back to say that she already had enthusiastic verbal feedback that they did want to see our proposal. So things are starting to feel a little healed on the publishing front and perhaps we are not in some kind of pergatory after all.

We got to 128 and it was already very dark and raining and there would be traffic, but not as bad as I thought and so we listened to the hearings and headed to Reading to grab some La Stoppa and Pellegrino (and I was given a little fig dip for helping the staff with something). We got to N.’s and I think they might have been waiting for us a bit but it was super casual and we had some broccoli soup with cheese and salad and had a fairly calm talk. If anything I talked too much recapping what went down. I was talking about the effects of my new direction with medical treatment and the like. We are planning to see our doctors in Cambridge the next day which is one of the best places one can see doctors. In this way I feel very at home in this part of the world. I would have to be ill in New York City or need a hospital there. It really is most surely unglam. So Wednesday ends and we manage to sleep enough and thankfull I get another bath before leaving and I’m feeling very relaxed indeed. The debates were on but seem so beside the fact now. And tomorrow will be the final day of these hearings (for now).

 

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

 

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Poor Charlotte

Scorpio 29° (November 21)

 

Yesterday morning (Wednesday) I awoke and it was six forty-five when I went down to the lobby. I asked the desk, which turns out is being run by yet another clueless being this place seems to like to hire, if they were serving coffee in the lobby, he said not until seven, and then he went on this weird rant about the neighborhood, a salad of words that included Sixth Avenue and tourists and expectations and Starbucks. I said well what about the restaurant. He said no they (the staff) have all just come in and they’re setting up and a second salad of getting in their way and tourists and expectations. I shot him a look and proceeded to the restuarant where I found behind the bar the maitre d’ in her flannel shirt and boots asked her if I could get two Americanos. She said sure and I followed her to the expresso machine and told her what had happened the morning before because I knew she asked S. during lunch with A. I told her. And she told me that the hostess had said it was the anniversary of her losing a child I don’t know how many years ago. Which is still the most horrible thing in the world. But it’s like I said to Stella this is the perfect Curb Your Enthusiasm experience: Larry goes to breakfast he asks for a check the hostess brings it doesn’t respond to thank yous, needs to bring another check, more thank yous no responses; Larry finally says thank you for your charming service, the woman gets in his face and says my child just dies then comes back for lunch and she’s laughing it up with, sorry, other women of color and Larry finds out that the loss of her child didn’t just happen. It has the kind of tension of a Curb show because how far can Larry realy push his argument in the face of a loss of a child. It’s kinda perfect plot wise.

Okay so three things are happening. Number one I’m re-writing text that originally occupied this spot but which I lost due to a computer crash. That’s one. Two I had already been a “day behind” plot-wise in that what I was writing on this given days, and several previous, was about the day before. But thirdly, now, writing you from three days later than this date, I have fallen further behind such that I am now writing about what happened two days ago. So I just did that Curb Your Enthusiasm bit and added information that would be new to you—that the maitre d’ had reached out to S. and that the hostess was yukking it up with customers. But instead of going back into yesterday’s post, which was writing about the day before, I’m going to continue the story from when the hostess left the room, two days ago, and try to catch up on that day and also yesterday, and maybe take a couple days to do that, even, as this post becomes further and further fleshed out and beefed up.

So we are talking about Tuesday here. And this post is Thursday’s. And I am writing this on Sunday. So I am staring at three empty Blague posts to do past this one today so to finish out Sunday. At the same time I am behind and still have to recreate some text I wrote and lost, but now I have more room in which to flow it (these empty Blagues I’ve yet to write) which is a good thing because there aren’t as many “events” to recount being that we returned home to write and do little else but banal activities. But where I left off was the hostess storming out of the room. And at that moment the pretty French woman from the elevator, who at pastries for breakfast yesterday, and whom I had seen in the lounge, later, with a swarthy guy speaking French, they both came in and sat in a small booth. S. recognized him as this movie-maker she loves and whom I also like. So on the way out I went over and said hi there just want to say we are big fans and he was very grateful and flattered and he asked what we did and we said mainly astrologers, that we met in France, and did a book which didn’t last with Flammarion and were on a French TV show where, when I froze, they sent in a cloun. S. had mentioned we met there and she studied at the Sorbonne et tout ca. I then said something about his being on our “dinner party list” you know, if you had a dinner party and could invite anybody who would it be. We always said he and Charlotte. Anyway now I don’t remember if that happened in the morning or in the afternoon. Because we did go upstairs for a bit. A. was coming at 10 but she was going to be on the phone from 930 downstairs. We were watching the hearings so it was fine.

Anyway we came back down and Yvan was still there and the conversation continued and he asked for a card and S. went to fetch one and I sat with A. who ordered a breakfast of smoked salmon and such. I had another coffee, still. S. came down and dropped a card and we had a great meeting and we really talked through the whole V.D. situation and we signed all our contracts and combed through some design questions that had popped into my brain in the night, which weren’t specious in the end. And A. had to get back to work and we decided, right, let’s go back to Pastis for lunch why not. I made a reservation. We had a lovely lunch, I the Nicoise, S. the chicken paillard salad. We then went and got a gifty for A. at Hermes, which turns out to be the place where I had photographed the metal awnings the day before which I just showed to A. this morning. How did we not realize it was Hermes—I guess they must have had metal gates lowered. Anyway we returned back in time for a phone chat with Meg?…oh no that’s not right. We already had the phone chat with Meg?—see this is what happens when you lose material and have to recreate it—my memory is no longer one hundred percent on this.  Whenever the call was it kind of doesn’t matter.

We had a client, whom it was great to see. I had a call with my osteo guy to discuss what’s going on in my neck. I was not surprised to hear. We are definitely coming back in a few weeks for this party. They are getting the parts together at the mechanics, I just need to contact them Friday (but I won’t make contact when I call in the morning and I won’t call back). Just like we returned to the scene of the lunch crime so are we going back to Claudette for dinner. We are creatures of habit and like to mitigate our surprises and my stomach is so bad today I have this weird instinct that I should have a vodka martini. We go to the resto. I have that martini. Then scallops and we get the Bandol again and a pot de creme (I think it’s been on someone’s mind since they saw it on the menu, too, at Pastis). We have the clean tajine discussion this night I think. There is a homeless woman outside to whom we give money but S. is freaked out and thinks she’s buying drugs with it and will overdose. We go back to the hotel and now tomorrow (Wednesday morning) is the day on which I began this actual post, writing it into the Thursday’s slot on a Sunday. And When I write tomorrow’s post I will begin again on that same day, now, two days later.

 

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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To The Curb

Scorpio 28° (November 20)

 

It really is quite a bummer but my screen froze on Friday, which is the twenty-second of November, and I had written but not posted today’s and nearly tomorrow’s. The entry for today was quite elaborate and I will never be able to replicate it. The sacrifices, though at first unwelcome, that we can might see as ritual sacrifice to the unseen gods who sometimes want exclusive access to our creative goods. I am reminded of the time I went to Florent on a hot day and sat there for hours. I had taken along every notebook in my possession and went through every page an annotated my body of work, earmarking this for a future novel or stage or screen play. Such are the losses. In Virgo we see loss and in Pisces, it’s so-called opposite sign, sacrifice. The loss may be physical, material but it’s sacrifice is spiritual. Indeed Virgo is about turning the physical or, more accurately, the actual, symbolized by its unique mutable-earth quality-element combination. I do believe I want to write this book when I come up with sentences like that. There is so much to say. What I can tell you about the loss of the material for this day it does feel great because of the skill that went into the previous version posted here before disappearing post a frozen laptop screen. He saves and quickly plugs in his laptop.Still, I can transmute that loss into a belief that I can herein create something that is as “good” if not better than what came before. Virgo is turning lemons into lemonade, lead into gold. And Libra is all goodness and light as we say but let’s think about the concept of good. We think of it as the opposite of bad or evil. There is the common good, which is a hallmark of Libra’s balanced and equitable nature.

Being the sole cardinal air sign, we are in the realm of ideas and social principles that connect us to others, Venus (union) on the astral plane. The Scales are the only inanimate symbol in the Zodiac (literally circle of animals). It is the exception and it strives to the exceptional. Cardinal-air translates to light and enlightenment. We are in the world of beautiful notions, high ideals, principles, ethics and aesthetics. The phrase fairest of them all, so physically resonant in the sign of Taurus, also ruled by Venus (on the earth plane), in Libra, points to justice, karma, and all such goodness; but it also expresses astral Venus’ starry notions of beauty and goodness in the abstract. Art is considered beautiful, but moreover good, when enough people agree it is, when there is some kind of silent and sweeping vote one way or another. Now none of this factored into what actually occured on the cay in question. And I’d like to get on with that train of thought. Happy though to have expressed these thoughts. They will go in my book notes.

Okay so it’s Wednesday the twentieth but the look of the heading date above. But you see I am in a pattern at that time of writing about the day previous. So here it is Wednesday but I will recap, once again, what happened on Tuesday. We went down for breakfast. I believe I had the oatmeal because my stomach (which does recover I would have been happy to know) is in complete agony really—I don’t want to feel that way again. I try to pay but as usual there isn’t a server in sight at this place lately. The dour hostess is passing by I say can I have our check. She continues her frowning and just turns, goes to the service station, snaps somethings around, and comes back with a check in a leather folder and slaps it down without saying anything turns and goes. We say thank you she says nothing. S. notices she didn’t bring the kind of check you can sign to you room. So I say excuse me—she’s at the register—could you bring us a check we can sign to her room. Increased frowning of disapproval, a palpable rolling of eyes attitude, more snapping around, then she slaps down the second check that much more pointedly without a word. We again say thank you and she says nothing so I call her back by saying thank you very much for your charming service; she then comes back, gets in my face, leaning in and says: my child just died and I’m trying not to cry. At this dramatic shift I reach out to touch her arm, she violently pulls away and storms away out of the room.

 

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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A Clean Tajine

Scorpio 27° (November 19)

 

Alors…I think I slept well enough and awoke (again I’m on a tear where my posts are talking about yesterday) and took a bath and I thought fuck it let’s go shopping. So we had a little breakfast (with that honey incident) and headed out. We weaved through the West Village and came upon new Reinstein Ross store and saw these incredible metal awnings (which turned out to be at the Hermes shop which we didn’t realize for some reason at the moment) and then we made a rezzie at Pastis for noon and continued strolling up through Chelsea and ended up getting to Comme des Garcons at ten fifty-nine, a minute before they opened. We were basically in there for the next hour and I ended up buying this crazy ass duster that will be very steampunk for the party as well as two pair of trousers that are in a very similar material to the CdG coat I already own. The duster and a few things that S. ended up buying (which of course look fantastic on her) were all about to go on sale at forty percent off while my trouser were full priced; and in the end all of it would be shipped to us to save the tax and the discount worthy stuff held and ran through the till once Friday (sale day) arrived in any case. We still have more to get but it looks like we are interpreting the Steampunk theme of this party as “steampunk inspired pieces that you might see on a modern catwalk;” and why the fuck not, really! We did get lost in that store and rang Pastis to say we were going to be a wee bit late and they held a corner table for us which was nice and I had half a roasted chicken and S. had the salade Nicoise. My stomach is being really troublesome by this point but I’m not letting it slow me down, really. And it is a busy day ahead because we are to meet our potential new publisher/editor at two (with our agent in tow) and then we have a client at five and won’t finish until close to eight o’clock, so I am pacing myself to say the least. We got back rather in the nick of time to freshen up before descending back to the lobby where we sort of just stood there beofre this women with ashe blonde hair, looked like, said “I think you are whom I waiting for” or some such with a really nervous laugh that nearly bordered on the Arnold Horschack variety. We knew she was a Virgo but she challenged us immediately asking did you know I was a Virgo when you wrote your sample chapter. We sort of said we did and didn’t and kind of blamed our picking that sign on Meg and kind of tried to change the subject which we would do more than a few times in the course of the conversation that was to ensue. We surely didn’t know that we would end up spending nearly three hours with her all told. Good thing.

Things went smoothly enough despite the nervous laughter and the fact that she does an impersonation of one of her dogs, the girl one—she has two cocker spaniels, a male and female, both with first and middle names—in a weird, exaggerated baby voice that absolutely inspired redirects of questions to try and snap her out of these canine interpretations in performance. And she really was lovely and there were synchronicities such as the fact she summers in Wellfleet where we live and that alone inspired a million directions in conversation and she seemed really engaged and interested just as she was rather self-interested but never in too narcisissitc a way; if anything she might be self-deprecating. She has a big personality which can be a very fine thing and one had the sense that as far as eggs might go, she would be a good one. And she seemed no bullshit and very honest albeit to a fault perhaps. I mean it was TMI but I love people that are humans. And Virgos are all too human. I actually have a friend who is a Virgo who owns a shop called All Too Human. Reminds me I should reach out to her as it’s been awhile since we’ve had any contact. We did an event at that shop last year and it went really well. I’m going to see if she will do a repeat of last year’s event. Anyway the other shoe dropped when our potential Virgo editor said that she wanted to get feedback from other departments and there was resistance from some folks in their foreign rights department who dredged up some old emails from…what?…fifteen years ago. The fact is that during our process of writing Sextrology back in the day, our editor “lost” a quarter of our manuscript at the gym, our editorial director accidentally sent us an email, a month prior to publication, meant for someone in-house saying “don’t tell Stella and Quinn there book isn’t going to be hardback” which it was meant to be. Our marketing director created a whole book tour before she was meant to leave her post and we found out that she had actually fabricated the entire tour and none of the stores on the list had even heard of us. We found a rogue Argentinian version of the book for sale online when we had no deal with Argentina which means Harper wasn’t minding the store. In other words we have a laundry list of complaints against Harper that we have forgiven and then we find that there is someone there holding a grudge against us for advocating for ourselves. We were first time authors orphaned by our original publisher whose imprint was dissolved when Harper bought Morrow just after we signed our contract. Harper inheritied our book and we didn’t know anyone we were going to be working with at Harper Resource which no longer even exists and they treated us like absolute garbage the entire time and now here we are listening to th TMI lady telling us that there is bad blood still? To be fair she was very nice about it and pushed back against these accusations. And today we realize that the person who said this stuff about us didn’t even work there at the time we were publishing our book with them. Anyway….

After the meeting with her I had loach which is a word an old friend used to describe the feeling one has when other people are talking about you behind their back. And we had a new client who was this lovely, fluid fellow with a beautiful spirit and that sort of helped counteract the yuckiness that I was left with. To be honest I left the meeting feeling I don’t even care if we do a book or not at this point. I have so many other things going on in my life and I have forgiven so many others over the course of my existence and if they don’t want to forgive me that’s fine by me. I really don’t give a flying fig to be honest. I love the elements of my professional life that I have ultimate control over and I don’t need any validation or permission or anything from any outside sources. I was so happy to spend nearly three hours with this client because it is always in giving to others (paid clients though they may be) I always feel better myself and that I am contributing something to the world. After the appointment we decided to just walk around the corner and have a reassuringly pricey dinner at Claudette which, like many places in New York City, is really just a fancy diner, this one on a French Morrocan theme. I had lamb tagine (which wasn’t a tagine at all but just a shank on a plate (apparently they do that when they run out of the exotic crockery.

 

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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Lower Left

Scorpio 26° (November 18)

 

We rose none too early, around eight, and headed down for breakfast as we have a new client coming around 10. He was quite a character—I think I mentioned we have all male clients this trip, which is a bit unusual. My stomach is acting really weirdly. Two nights before we left the Cape, I felt a weird pulling sensation in my lower left abdomen and I awoke today feeling much discomfort down there—it is in fact quite sensitive, even, to the touch. Great. So our interesting new client left S. had an appointment out and I decided to go downstairs and try and get a little more food in me as we await Alice’s arrival. Ribbolita is one of the themes of the week it seems so I just went ahead and ordered it; but with every slightest bite I can feel my stomach cramping. A search for distress in lower left abdomen brings up, first, diverticulosis. So maybe that’s what this is but it is not fun. Needless to say I didn’t sleep very well last night. Still I will fake feeling pretty okay. As would be expected we had a lovely time with Alice (when do we not?) and we continued to comb through questions and thoughts and feels. What was extraordinary was: She brought full renderings of the designs with her, with variations on numerous pieces and themes thereof, and even little models of some of the items, such as the more botanical bits, which gave me a weird, elated, feeling of butterflies all the way down to my hoo-ha.

The more that needs doing, of course, the more we have to do; but unlike with so many things, working on this all three of us together is a combination of pure joy and productivity in equal measure, for sure. And then it was time for dinner so we shuffled our jet- and otherwise-lagged selves over to L’Artusi for an early bite. We had a reservation for when they first opened and the place was already a crush of folks who likewise booked and others who were just showing up in hopes. It’s a pretty big place with lots of seating so everyone got in and it still wasn’t full. We went for it on the quality of a wine and ordered and shared three salads (though I only tried two) and S. got the bucatini, i got the carbonara and the Taurus got the steak. We were pretty shagged out by seven and A. came back with us to hotel to collect her things and then went on her merry way. I was convinced upon hitting the hay that my plans to be out and about the next day were fairly shot à cause de mon estomach.

There is much on my mind in any case and I know it will be kind of a hard scramble to get everything accomplished in time before setting off on this Euro journey. I’m still a bit creeped out by the Derian thing; to boot JCM hasn’t been in communication with me either, and it’s the same with the other J. D.; to be honest I reallyh am fine about it. These sorts of things used to hurt my feelings so much; but as my self-esteem has grown over the years I can honestly say it is their effing loss. At this point in the journey I’m not yet aware of how spooked I’m going to get; nor am I aware that this sensation will be short lived and that on the other side of it will be an amazing feeling of elation and liberation. All I know at this juncture is that I feel like physical crap, and, as in times like this, as if I’m never going to get back to normal, let alone feeling even remotely sexy again. But that will start to life I’m grateful to say. Somewhere in all of this I wrote to some old friends in London and Paris to see if they might be around when I am. It really would be quite something to get to see them on one end or other of the journey there. I just don’t think I need to be as abandoned (abandoning of myself moving forward as I have been of myself in the past). Still, of course, I understand why it is it might have been the case. There has to be some middle ground in all this. I shouldn’t have to completely leave the building always when I’m feeling stressed or in a bood. What’s the point of overshooting the mark so much you can’t even recall the good stuff in the situation. It would be so nice to be just a little bit less wound up. I mean I feel pretty great without all the adrenaline constantly surging through my body. I do think it is causing some side effects and that the tummy stuff might be related. But the fact I don’t give a crap about the usual stuff that bothers me is half of the equation moving forward. Oh to be in Paris and to have time and experience to myself as well as the shared ones with S. and to make my own writing schedule and to move from one moment to the next. Isn’t that what it’s all about. I dare say it is.

 

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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