Sagittarius 25° (December 17)

We are writing today to address what has surfaced as a disturbing dynaic vis a vis Starsky and Cox’s relationship with Harper Collins. Our only goal here is to get to the truth and to find some kind of understanding and resolution. First I want to thank May C. specifically for the kind words regarding our latest book proposal. Because you had expressed interest some time ago in seeing our next proposal, we wanted to honor that request. (The proposal was also sent to Judith Curr who came to visit us a year ago when we were in town for an event, staying at the Lowell hotel, as she too expressed a desire to review it.) Meanwhile, it was Liz S. at Harper Design who was most keen for our proposal. Liz came to see us in November at the Marlton when we were in town and we spent over two and a half hours together discussing all the ins and outs of working together, and we really made what we thought was a valuable connection. Liz communicated that she would be making an offer and we were thrilled at the prospect of working with someone with whom our existing work seemed to so strongly resonate and to be able to write our next book under the Harper auspice so that, though not at the same imprint, both Sextrology and the new book would be under the same roof. But that was not to be.

In our meeting at the Marlton, Liz did bring up the fact that certain individuals at Harper had made negative comments about us and even provided some ancient emails to illustrate the point. One individual was not even at Harper when we published our book. Moreover, nobody to whom this email is being addressed was at Harper at the time we published Sextrology, including Jonathan Burnham who, it seems, forbad Liz to buy our new book. More than troubling, we found this sudden turn of events to be something needing to be addressed in all seriousness. It has been fifteen years since the publishing of Sextrology, which was a difficult process, and we have made every effort to work with our editors and publishers, as our book moved around from imprint to imprint over the years, to eradicate all existing obstacles to a happy and healthy working relationship, and to forge a collaborative professional bond to further the success of our book to our mutual benefit. This has not always been easy but we have striven to rise above all our prior difficulties.

Sextrology was purchased by Rob W. in 1998 and it was meant to be published under his eponymous imprint, as a hard cover. Soon after we signed our contract, Harper Collins bought Morrow and dissolved Rob’s imprint. Finding ourselves orphaned and left on the doorstep of what was then called Harper Resource, we were given to a first time young editor called Greg C. under the editorial direction of Megan N.. Our then agent, the extraordinary late Elaine M. was unhappy with this; and she spent a year trying to move the book to another publisher and we were in limbo. Perhaps word of this got out we don’t know. But Elaine was unsuccesful in her efforts and we stayed at Harper Resource where we were never really wanted and where we were treated rather carelessly. We had a design clause in our contract—this is why Sextrology looks as striking as it does—which seemed irksome the Harper Resource folks. After painstakingly hand-writing in edits to a first round draft, Greg C. “lost” half of our manuscript “at the gym.” And we had to re-do all that work. In an email not intended for, but accidentally sent to us, Megan wrote “don’t tell Stella and Quinn the book isn’t going to be hardcover,” just months before publication.

We had to advocate at least for a decent paper quality and a french flap to the trade paper back. We were told there would be a small run of hardcover, as compensation. That never happened. Megan and Kate S. were leaving for Penguin at that time and Kate had put together an inteire tour itenerary that included appearances at Book Soup and Booksmith in Los Angeles. Only, the whole thing was fabricated and none of the plane tickets had been purchased nor had the book stores even been contacted. Joe T. and Mary Ellen C. wrote us a check for us to create and conduct a replacement tour of appearances, which we put together ourselves. People basically laughed at us when we said we were going to launch at Barneys in multiple cities, Marc Jacobs, Louis Boston,Harvey Nichols, Selfridges and the like, given our fashion and fashion journalist backgrounds (Stella had worked for many famous designers and Quinn was a Styles write for the New York Times and we were co-executive editors of Wallpaper* magazine in London). With a stylish looking book, we made good on our promises, and Simon Doonan even designed the windows of Barneys in a Sextrology theme; while Starsky + Cox were the live window display at Marc Jacobs on Bleecker Street for two weeks. Everything we said we would do we did, amid broken promises from Harper Collins…..

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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Sagittarius 24° (December 16)

These are some musings for more social media posts:
As 2020 approaches, people aren’t as rejoicing as compared to other times when we turn a decade. Uncertainty and the overall pall of the political landscape seem to be sucking the usual optimism out of the experience. So we thought we’d wade in to illuminate some bright spots. Beginning with the Great Conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter on the Winter Solstice, at one degree of Aquarius, we re these two planets moving from the earth sign (of Capricorn) to this loftiest of air signs. Every decade begins with either a conjunction or an opposition of these two planets, while these mashups occur in the same element for over a century. That is to say that until the year 2160, we will have Jupiter-Saturn oppositions and conjuncts in air signs, exclusively.  Opposites in many ways—Saturn is containment, restriction and tradition, while Jupiter is expansion, growth and new order—their mashup in 2020—a year long associated with the full dawning of the Aquarian Age—will seek to find a middle path, forging fresh initiatives, while drawing on strength of the past. We will have Saturn to structure the bolder strokes Jupiter is want to make. And, in the Utopian sign of Aquarius, we are now trying to negotiate new visions for the future. Aquarius itself seeks to blend spirituality and science, and as Jupiter and Saturn square Aquarius’ ruler, Uranus, in the coming year, we will be seeking the institution of new societal constructs that will truly build on our most innovative human achievements to date. We already see the ideological struggle between the past and future already playing out every day before our eyes. And Uranus will continue to challenge and usher us into a more equitable, compassion, diverse and conscious “place.”

The classic Capricorn archetype is Rhea, the sister-wife of Cronus, (Roman: Saturn), namesake of the planet ruler of the sign. Rhea is an anagram of her “daughter” Hera, (Roman: Juno), who with her brother-husband, Zeus, (Greek: Jupiter), inherits the kingdom of heaven (Olympus) and the chiefdom of the gods. Fearing a prophecy he’d be overthrown, Cronus gobbled up five of his six kids, but when Rhea delivered her youngest, Zeus, she hid him away and swaddled up some stone for Saturn to swallow. In the form of a She-Goat (Amaltheia) Rhea nursed her child who grew up to fulfill the prophecy, with his newly regurgitated siblings by his side. And just as Capricorn man and women differently manifest the energy of their sign, if not being diametrically opposed, Cronus-Saturn is struck down, deposed and dissident, while Rhea rises up. Capricorn is the cardinal-earth sign, which translates to a mountain, and Rhea is an “ascending goddess” who takes to her mountain fortress (Mount Ida), her crown being turretted in shape to reflect the elevated spiritual stronghold she occupies. She is the mountain mother, the Matterhorn, the Grand (read: Great) Mother of the gods; but no shrinking violet is she. Sometimes called Cybele, from whom we get the term cymbals, (Roman: Ops, meaning plenty—optimism, optimal, opportunity, options), Rhea may have retired, but she created her own swinging retreat with rhythmic and rather loud revelry. When her grandson, the orgiastic Bacchus-Dionysus, youngest of the gods, comes on the scene, she bequeaths her entire estate to him, including her leapard-drawn chariot, and her entire retinue of party-goers (in leopard print), mainly women, who literally slay men, in ritual killings. There was always human and other sacrifices going on during this time of year. Rhea’s passing the torch to Dionysus is a mythic allegory of renunciation. Called Rhea-Cronus, it is where we get the word crone. Making peace with life’s ephemeral nature ironically allows Capricorn women to glimpse eternity and foster an enduring legacy.

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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Sagittarius 23° (December 15)

Ring-ring-a-ling. We’d like to propose a toast: Here’s to the lads and ladies who do unto others as they would have…well you get the idea. The Golden Rule is the simplest to live by, but it isn’t the easiest. Look to yourself this holiday season, check your intentions, and take responsibility for your actions and try to keep your side of the sidewalk shoveled. This most magical time of the year allows you to work some real sorcery all your own. Capricorn restraint (and whatever resolution you have planned) doesn’t mean denying yourself anything; it’s about freeing yourself from the unseen forces (a/k/a our conditioning) that make us do and think and say things that aren’t true expressions of who we are. This only makes us feel in conflict and divided. When in doubt, evoke that Rule, and ritualize the Yuletide as a time of certain atonement, that is to say at-one-ment.

Good Tidings! The annular solar eclipse happened overnight, and it is all about fresh starts and putting new plans in motion for the future. And here we are setting off on a new journey of our own. Good Tithings! It is Boxing Day and we have just landed in London where this holiday means something. It’s origin is hinged on putting together “Christmas boxes” for servants and vendors and other such workers on whom more posh folks habitually rely. So it is about expressing appreciation and giving back, things we can do today whereever we might be. Every year, S+C do a ritual tithe, where we provide our private-consultancy services to a few folks for free. To be honest it feels like the most selfish thing to do, because it inspires such a sense of warmth and well-being. So here we are: Taking appointments for the next month in London before settling into Paris, our European HQ, to see even more clients, so many of whom work in fashion and design.

Stella Starsky was born on this date, same birthday as Marlene Dietrich—no big stretch there. Capricorn women, more than any others, deserve the status designation: Iconic. Towering figures, even when tiny (Stella is quite tall), they embody the attributes of their Capricorn-ruled tenth house, that of respect, honor, authority, veneration and influence. Stella has a way of lifting up others, of empowering them, and expecting them to ascend to their best selves. As a Capricorn she embodies the power of Faith, in herself, those she loves, and in humanity as a whole. Like another famous Capricorn woman, when others go low, she goes higher and higher. Drawing on the archetype of the “ascending goddess”, the gorgeous Sea Goat is designed for the slow and steady climb toward self-realization. So Happy Birthday Stella Starsky! Other Capricorn beauties born this day: Lily Cole and Timothée Chalamet.

As mentioned in a previous post, in antiquity this time of year was celebrated with the festival of Saturnalia. The planet ruler of Capricorn was named for Saturn (Greek: Cronus) the deposed chief god of the Golden Age (a paradise of time/space when there were no rules, no lies or crime, no disease and mortals, who lived for hundreds of years, mingled with the gods who then inhabited the earth). Capricorn men draw on the archetype of Saturn, being throwbacks to a more glittering time, encyclopedic in their knowledge of the past, often at a very young age, seeming worldly wise beyond their years. They also have a retiring, laid-back approach to life, being old-souls with a faded-glory aesthetic (not to mention some decadent proclivities); they can rock a cardigan, ascot, pair of loafers, vintage watch and signet pinky ring better than any ol’ boy on the planet. They are rather Saturnine (somber if not melancholic) and Saturnian (sardonic, slow to change, if not effete); and, as the old goat of the Zodiac, may be prone to certain satyriasis, named for the randy mythological satyrs who were forever chasing young nymphs. Hello J.D. Salinger, ef you R. Kelly—even Elvis had a child bride. Whatever savage beastliness lurks beneath the surface of the Capricorn man, to all appearances he is an elegant, soave and debonair fellow, as evidenced by the likes of Cary Grant, Denzel Washington, Jude Law, Morris Chestnut, David Bowie, Orlando Bloom, James Earl Jones, Kit Harrington, John Legend, Zayn Malik, Bradley Cooper and Eddie Redmayne.

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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Sagittarius 22° (December 14)

I have a bunch of medial posts to knock out and there are only so many hours in a day, so you will read the rough drafts here today.

The opposite astrological houses on the cosmic wheel, like the so-called opposite signs that rule them, are actually related, and their idealogical and energetic connections provide meaning and practicable magic. For instance, the sixth house is that of habits, behavior, while it’s opposite twelfth house is, among other things, about spirituality and our beliefs. The Zodiac seeks integration from the polarity of opposites, thus it advocates for our matching our behavior with our beliefs, particularly those about ourselves. Do you perceive a disconnect between the you you believe yourself to be and the habitual moves you make? Do your actions portray or bely your spiritual beliefs? What can you do to align yourself more on this score?

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Ah, Solstice. With the start of Capricorn, the days start getting longer, and, as we slowly celebrate the return of light, we make our new year’s resolutions. Capricorn advocates for keeping it real and doing what we can do in the present to have lasting effects. It is the sign of endurance, posterity and a certain slice of eternity. Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, “Old Father Time”, named for the Titan god of the mythic Golden Age, the “grandfather” of the gods who, with his wife, Rhea (her name means “ease”), are endlessly retiring. The sign and it’s timely resolutions are about retiring certain aspects of self which no longer serve as we mature and grow. On that magical old TV show “Bewitched” Samantha’s parents personify Saturn and Rhea. Even her mother’s name, Endora, portrays the enduring nature of this cosmic archetype. And just as you wouldn’t mess with her, or her errant hubby, you should think twice before crossing a mighty Capricorn witch or warlock.

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In ancient times, this week was celebrated as Saturnalia, festival of the god Saturn whose namesake planet rules this sign of Capricorn. Coincidence? We think not. The Saturs (English Satyrs) were goat gods and insatiable in their appetites; and Saturnalia was all about indulgence, feasting, intoxication and orgies. Some unlucky candidate was force fed then sacrificed in a ghastly scapegoat ritual, the ancients believing they were destroying the forces of darkness in killing off some innocent person. Thus the bonfires, the Yule log, and decorating with candles and with wreaths and boughs of holly, garlands and, of course, trees—bringing the outside inside was a topsy turvy way to recognize the the life force in the deadest, darkest time of year. Masters would wait on servants during festival, an aristocratic tradition in Britain and elsewhere that exists to this day. Reversal was seen as a necessary element to enact in celebration at this time of year. So you might ask yourself what needs switching up. And how, at this darkest time of year, you can spark new signs of liveliness in yourself that can manifest with the new year. And what can you rid yourself of and mindfully sacrifice without making any ritual killings that 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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Sagittarius 21° (December 13)

I wake up and realize I don’t have my phone. I do the find phone thing and it says it is in the building. We call over to the other suite and it’s there. I go fetch it. N. meets me at the door. This will just be foreshadowing. I left my eyeglasses at the party last night or in the cab. I am losing things. This is never a good sign but part of the chain of pain. Whenever I am truly upset I lose my mindfulness and this is when problems happen. S. and J. go to Bergdorf Goodman and I stay in and have my breakfast and slowly pack and take another bath. It is now time to go and we call a bellman and for our car. This is a great hotel and the service is amazing. I go to the front desk to get change to tip the bellman and valet. We jump in the car and I feel this sense of forgetting this. We head across town and, as if by magnetization, I end up taking the right streets to beeline to the Henry Hudson. I am dizzy and exhausted and cannot drive fast. It’s going to be a little nerve wracking. It takes about five hours plss to get back. We are in Reading for dinner time. I bring in a bag or two at the time. We stopped for some wine and just as we do N. texts to say we should get some beer for the father in law which we reluctantly do for a number of reasons that will soon make themselves evident. We are hanging in the kitchen and the FIL is already drinking a beer—it isn’t one we brought. We are talking about last evening. FIL now asks for wine. This causes some kind of kerfuffle that seems not to be originating at this time but a continuation of some sort of struggle that has happened already. N. is making homemade pretzels and she is visibly upset. Apparently there was a trip to the doctor resulting in the statement that FIL has alcohol induced dimentia and, what with being on anti-anxiety meds, means he is not meant to have more than a single beer or glass of wine. He asks me to pour him one. I’m at a loss as to what to do. I pour him a small glass. This results in more tension and the statement that this is the absolute last time that he will be able to drink in this house. N. is putting her foot down and one has the sense that it is for good reason. I am asked to show my pictures of Nancy Pelosi which results in a search of all my belongings and the realization that I don’t have my phone. I do a search and it shows it’s at the hotel still but it is listed as an old search and I can’t tell if this is from this morning. I call the hotel and tell them I was in suite 3910, they say they will look and call me back. They do and they haven’t found it. I call them back and say that I was only in the room and in the lobby and directly into my car. They ask if there is a picture on my phone, I say there is, they ask if it’s a lady, I say it is. They laugh because they found a phone at the front desk and failed to consider that was the phone I was calling about since I didn’t say I left it at the desk. The point is it is there and they are going to FedEx it back to me. Ironically I am going to buy a new phone on Sunday. Anyway I missed a lot of the drama but sat back down to dinner, soup and those homemade pretzels.

You can cut the tension with a knife. The FIL isn’t making sense. He has a strange coughing jag. He is making zero sense. The dementia is real. I am asked to walk them out. He almost falls a few times. He seems really messed up. It is declared that this will be an alcohol free home from now on. Good luck at Christmas time. As if it wasn’t hard enough to get through thirty-six hours with people who are not only not my relatives but, as my inlaws seem to have collected strays over the years, aren’t related to anybody. And then there are the Trump people who also have no ability to listen or to pause between sentence of enough brain cells to begin with. I’m sorry if that sounds mean but I’m sort of sick to death of wasting my time out of some sort of dumb obligation. I will attend Christmas but I don’t think I’ll participate per se. I will likely spend the time doing something like this. If there is now a mandate that decrees we can’t even drink a little wine to get through the horror than all bets are going to be off for me to give a crap.

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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Sagittarius 20° (December 12)

I woke up feeling pretty crappy. I’m not used to drinking cocktails and also I find that when I do so to drown any feelings of sadness or anxiety I get into a deeper hole that I then struggle to dig out of. S.  has morning appointments so I’m going to take some air and just walk around the neighborhood. I had some poached eggs on hash and it seems to have sat well. We are being texted that we are to have another lunch which is great. I should feel leveleled out by then. Which I do. We met at Georgette and I’m planning to pick up the tab. Quite a nice restaurant. I order some artichokes as my main meal. We talk about Lumos and filmmaking and it is all pretty fascinating. I am guzzling Badoit. We will go back and regroup and make ourselves pretty for the evening. S. decides to go back out as she needs to bring a cash tip to one of her people who serviced her this morning. I will take a bath and slowly put myself together. I am trying not to have a bad day but it is touch and go I must admit. Impeachment is happening and tonight we will see Nancy Pelosi. The phone rings and they say Juan Carlos is here. I say I don’t know who that is. They hang up. I’m in the bath and S. comes back and says she overheard the staff say that the hairdresser had yet to arrive. Uh oh. I realize that perhaps the call that Juan Carlos was here was actually meant for the suite across the hall. S. goes to tell them but here’s they are already on the phone with him, whom we assume, is here to do J.’s hair, but of course. I’m dressed too early but that’s okay. I think things look relatively decent on me. Our driver is meant to be downstairs and five thirty. It is quite cold out and I pop out and approach a couple of cars but neither driver is him. I go back inside and we call him who says he’s right outside. Okay well can’t you see me going around soliciting drivers? We finally get in and he asks where we are going. It is to the Hilton on Sixth. We go to the main entrance and check in and we are ushered to the VIP party which is great. There are interesting looking people yet nobody seems to be dressed all that well. Or rather they are all over the place, some in gowns and tuxes, some in cocktail apparel. There is a place to get photographed. We do so as a lark. We have something barely bearable to drink and lean on a table where this couple talks to us. He is the Tweezerman and she writes feminist fantasy literature. They have a 240 acre property in Rhinebeck and we are invited to visit. They say they like to skinny dip. I don’t think we are going. Then again maybe we can go for lunch in the winter when there won’t be temptations toward nudity. We can stay in Tivoli. It might make a nice trip. I’m still drinking to drown the sorrows of yesterday but I have to pace myself. We are called into dinner.

We find our table and are immediately greeted by a man who turns out to be a Sir. He is with Lumos and he is very sweet and seated next to S. the seats next to me remain empty for a bit and I actually switch my plate with the one next to me as mine is missing a sauce. It is a burrata of sorts and I’m starving now as I only had an artichoke at lunch and it is now getting late. There are bottles of wine on the table. Nothing is great shakes nor would it be. There are Kennedys everywhere. When they introduce J. it is every Kennedy kid on the planet who is brought up on stage. Joe Kennedy, who will be senator, first introduces a video about her. J. is third up after Wendy Abrams and Glenn Tullman, both of whom have done extraordinary things. After J. it’s time to honor the Speaker who gets the most applause of the night as is right. Adam Schiff is here. Ari Melber is here. Katie Couric. It is an elitist Dem gathering of the first order. One of our clients, an actress, is here and we hang for a hot minute. These things are very odd in that, unless I was invited as a guest, I would never be in this room. The table next to us is all young teens and they are talking right through everything, tempting me to tell them to shut it, which I cannot do. Who the hell am I. Nobody. We get to shake hands with the Speaker and her husband which is pretty exciting in and of itself. The security forces are in full swing. J & N are leaving directly after Nancy speaks. We will meet our own car.

We get back tot he hotel and have a little champagne and watch the UK election results. Boris Johnson has a resounding, sweeping win. This is very sad. Brexit is soon to be. Also there will likely be a reunification of Ireland in our lifetime as well as an independent Scotland. These are historic times. I’m eating a ton of cold friench fries, I am drinking glasses of champagne. I know we stayin the suite until an ungodly hour of three a.m. and the next day all I think is what did I talk about that whole time. I can barely remember which is not a good sign. I hate that feeling of not really knowning. I pretty much pass out—you can’t call it falling asleep; and I only have a few hours of unconciousness. I am in the throes of angst and sadness underneath the surface and I am aware that the wine, which would have helped in the short term, was going to back fire on me in the waking hour that comes too soon. This will prove to be correct.

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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Sagittarius 19° (December 11)

So we went out for a little sushi last night which was nice and got enough sleep I suppose. It snowed overnight so I had to go down and scrape off the car and we set out at a pretty decent hour. There was no traffic and it was a bit like driving inside a snow globe. We were meant to meet Alice at this tea today but we got a request to have lunch in J+N’s suite so we had to redirect. Got to the Pierre around noon and of course our suite was incredible. Life seems to offer wonderful things and terrible things all in the same day. We didn’t realize exactly what was lying in wait to ambush us this day but it would be devestating and the effects would last for days on end. Whenever we get broadsided like this I lose my ability to keep this Blague going. I have to say I’m at the end of my tether with this specific thing. I will have to address this whole thing at some point and I will figure out a way to do this I suppose. But then what happens is that I risk the relationship with the agent. I really feel that I’ve worked so hard on our relationships with the new folks at our publisher but something is dogging us. I am hiding the lead a little bit here perhaps but the fact is this day ends on quite a sour note (and then a little bit of silver lining). We quickly unpacked and then made our way over for lunch. We had brought a little bit of chocolate as a gift and were handed presents upon arriving that blew ours out of the water. Such is the way of things. We had a lovely lunch (Caesar salad for me) and then went and got ready to meet A. Just as we did S. said there is an email and it isn’t good news. Which it wasn’t. It seems the editor who kept us for two and a half hours wasn’t going to be offering us anything at all. We were so hoping everything would have been flushed out but instead things were rotten in Denmark. Macmillan: F,S+G, Picador, Thomas Dunne. S+S: Howard, Scribner, Touchstone. Anyway, we went to meet A. and the Lowes and talked about how we can do these things on our own. I’m still going in and out of depressive feelings. I would like to get to the bottom of why it is this is still happening, when, in fact, it is so, so long ago. I suppose we must also come to grips with the fact that this might not be our direction. Still I will explore every route possible and that can include small press, electronic only and other entrepreneurial paths for the writing. I was tempted to cance going to dinner but we decided to follow through on plans to go to Café Lux. And there we got a little bit of a sign.

We were at the host station when this man approached and asked S. if her earrings were Ted Muehling, which they were. He is an opera singer at the Met but he is also a goldsmith and a jeweler with a home base in Stonington, Maine. That would be super on target as you know. Anyway we will meet him when wecome back in the Spring, which is going to entail a tour of New England, anyway, exploring all the options. I am going to put my attention into the investment operations and put on my big-boy pants and pull up the old bootstraps. Had some lambchops and frites and some so-so Priorat and tried to word notes to M.T. but I couldn’t come up with anything even remotely salient. I definitely want to catch up on all that needs doing. And yet here I am having to recover and somehow field the feelings that will come and go and come and go. Everything in life is so up and down on this score. It would be nice to get to a place where we don’t have to be in such a state of flux, but I do believe that is up to me. And we need to relax, regroup, and recalibrate so to meet the chanllenges before us. I decided I am not calling or writing J&L. If they want to drive us from Edinburgh that will be great and we can split the cost of the rental no problem. But I am really a bit in need of taking the proper status. The view from the thirty-ninth floor is spectacular at least thought it bothers me that I cannot ever fully enjoy the fantastic things in life. I feel, too, that I might be hitting a bit of a wall with what I’ve considered fun enhancement in the past. I honestly do feel at my very best when simply relaxed and meeting life on life’s terms. I will need to find a way to address the toxicity still lurking in that particular well. I think I have to give myself the gift of being finished with today’s entry.

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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Sagittarius 18° (December 10)

Happily we will get off the sea spiral today and make our way to Cambridge for the evening. I woke at four thirty and went upstairs to my new private Bikram studio. Why didn’t I do this sooner? Someone whom I’ve referred to as D.D. surfaced via my so-called meditation (it isn’t not one); and I may reach out and make another positive statement in that direction. Then again I may not. And two hours later had some breakfast, watched a little news (all bad), got packed and hit the road. After two stops on Newbury Street I dorpped S. in Cambridge and set off for Mount Auburn for yet another meet up with my doctor. I know that sound ominous but actually it’s all very good. I have been an adult this year and have been addressing certain issues, none of them too terribly serious, and am well on top of all that is happening in my world of health. Whenever I am alone I can totally Zen myself places through a series of side streets. Thus I popped out right in front of the hospital. I was early and thought I’d e in and out but I deceded to indulge some of my more hypochondriacal thoughts, which only resulted in my being prescribed more stuff. I’ve arrived half an hour early back on Broadway to pick up S.. My hunger is out of control, and even though we are eating lunch in just about twenty minutes, I had to have a little piece of gluten-free vegan cake and some tea known as honeybush, whatever that is. It’s mainly younger guys sitting around working on their laptops; I’ve lost the ability to judge whether someone is college age of thirty five. I suppose that comes from getting to the advanced age at which I currently find myself. I’m not thrilled with the way I look naked in the mirror doing my home Bikram practice. I know this is the most un p.c. to say but my chest resembles that of an f2m person. I would get hate mail for saying that if I had a readership—thankfully I do not. Anyway this place is called Barisma and it’s super Cambridge in a scruffy cool way. It has a very straight vibe which I suppose shouldn’t surprise me. I suppose I have been living in and around Provincetown too long. And by way of the West Village, so there is that. I was thinking I would knowck some emails off my list but this place doesn’t have wifi. Nor do they give receipts. It’s that kind of place. There is a child’s table with an actual child sitting at it. I was going to at least research stome steampunk looks but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen now either, which is fine. We will head from here to Whole Foods to get a little bite. There is a very bearded guy with a man bun outside walking dogs. He might be a dog walker or he might just be a guy. It’s kind of hard to tell. Back in the day people around the age of people working here would be working at fancy lunch places where Harvard professors and other ladies who lunch would shell out a lot of money for house salads and chicken paillard. How anyone could make money working behind a counter serving coffee is beyond me. I left a dollar tip on six dollars only because it saddened me that the tip jar was empty. Plaes in Cambridge always have plants in the window. It is nearly time to go.

After a little bite the plan is to do a little thrift shopping at the Garment District. Some of the folks in coffee shop staff are leaving and they wear clear framed glasses and have noise-canceling headphones. i’m going to keep my eyes open to the possiblity that everyone around here wears noise-cancelling headphones. People everywhere probably wear noise canceling headphones. It’s probably a thing. The tea I’m drinking has no caffeine. I asked what is honeybush and the girl behind tha counter said it’s a (insert word I didn’t understnad, something like roijin). This assumed I had some knowledge of tea which I do not. This place has a bulletin board and no character whatsoever. It’s distinct lack of character or the remotest statement through decor is kind of freaking me out. The generation that populates the staff and customer base seem not to have much personality. I think they may be millenials. Their hair doesn’t look partciularly clean. Although there is a sense that people do their own highlights, at home. I’m looking forward to having some real food tonight for dinner. The plan is sushi whichcould be good. I will finish this (today’s) boring Blague later this afternoon. It is a grey day which isn’t adding much to the flavor of the moment. There is something about Cambridge, anyway, that suggests the early nineteen eighties. It makes me slighty nervous. It’s like Boston radio stations. They seem to be frozen, for the most part, back to the time I went to school here. I’m glad I went to school in this town though. Had I gone to school in New York I might be dead or ill.

Bought a shirt and a tie and don’t think they are great or right; S. bought a kilt ironically. It’s the real deal, made in Scotland, with the buckle and the giant safety pin and the whole schpiel. I will regroup next week and see what’s what. After checking into the hotel we went to Burdick for spicey hot chocolate and bought some candies for our hosts at the Pierre. We came back to regroup. We have a corner room at the Commander and it overlooks the parking lot with our car. It’s supposed to snow tonight. I keep wondering what’s what with the agent. I should already be getting my brain around this not working out. Life is a series of beds. This is something we used to say back in the day. I will save my depressing rant for tomorrow.

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

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Sagittarius 17° (December 9)

12/12: The Full Moon in Gemini, today, also known as the Cold Moon, is the last Full Moon of the year and, indeed, the decade. The Full Gemini Moon urges us to focus on the “small picture”—all information at hand and situations right under our nose needing notice. Attention to detail is of utmost importance—connecting necessary dots, tying off loose ends, and clearing up disinformation, especially with siblings and intimate friends. Communication is queen, now, and we do well to clarify our principles and positions. Ruled by planet Mercury, named for the winged messenger and trickster god, Gemini governs our thought patterns as well as our nervous systems, faulty thinking giving rise to would-be anxiety. We are now cosmically assisted in getting our noggins out of the gutter of negative grooves and embodying the Gemini superpower of positive thinking. If our thoughts really do have wings, then we must be most mindful of what we now let fly. Chiron, “the wounded healer” is also going direct today, 12/12—twelve being a number of completion and cosmic order—helping to usher in a new epoch of well-being and individual resolve.

12/13: Thought to have once been a planet that was pummelled by asteroids and thus “disabled” the celestial body known as Chiron signifies the healing that grows out of pain, loss, suffering and all forms of disenfranchisement. Think of the French word blesser, meaning “to wound”—it is, paradoxically, from which the term blessing is derived. Chiron now direct in the sign of Aries inspires each and every one of us to make lemonade out of the particular lemons life has has handed us. Moreover, we are urged to be that much more appreciative, humble, functional and compassionate in the process, seeing our own vulnerabilities, and the hits and hard knocks we’ve endured, as catalysts for personal healing and evolution. On this first full day of Chiron’s forward movement since July, we have extra celestial power to release resentment, disappointment, regret, grudges and self-pity and to put our noses to grindstone in making the best of every situation. Who says Friday the 13th isn’t your lucky day?

In many ways the astrological signs provide a check and balance on the excesses of those that come before it. Case in point: The reserved energy of Capricorn can be a necessary correction to the more abandoned aspects of Sagittarius. Where Jupiter (Sadge’s ruler) is expansion, Saturn (Cap’s ruler) is restriction. Capri-corn means goat horn, specifically the cornucopeia, horn of plenty, suggesting a container of said bounty. In a disco analogy: Where Sagittarius screams “more, more, more,” Capricorn suggests that “enough is enough is enough,” (Donna Summer was a Capricorn). Capricorn quality over Sagittarius quantity: containment determines purity and superiority, just as a nature reserve preserves the environment, or a reservoir safeguards a water supply. Sagittarius folk are expansive, gregarious, adventurous and generous, but they can be overly risky or abandoned. Capricorn people are self-contained, reserved, private and respectful, though they may be all too cautious, exclusive, guarded and superior. We all embody the range of energies associated with our signs; it is our challenge to accentuate the shining aspects and keep the shadier sides in check.

As has been one of the themes of our live holiday shows, we don’t subscribe to the notion that Jesus is a Capricorn but rather a Pisces. There are a number of explanations—two months were added to the calendar since his time; also it made certain sense to move the advent of his birth to coincide with the existing celebration of the pagan festival of Yule, the Winter Solstice. The only thing is: Yule isn’t the happiest of holidays. It’s when the young Oak King vanquishes the old Holly King. In ancient Greece it was associated with Saturnalia, named for the old, vanquished king of the gods, Saturn, who rules the sign of Capricorn, that begins on the solstice. It is also associated with the old goat god Baal, and involved the ritual of loading up an old goat with people’s old real and metaphoric burdens—the proverbial scapegoat—and sending it off from the village; it’s where we get the notion of New Year’s resolutions—out with the old, in with the new. If anything, in a Judeo-Christian line of thinking, Capricorn is the sign of Moses, who climbed a mountain and returned with commandments, Saturnian rules and restrictions, “shalt-nots”; Moses also told his flock to make a temple of goat hair, probably because it is duraable, enduring, like the energy of Capricorn. Nope, Jesus isn’t a Capricorn. He’s a Pisces, the Jesus fish, and many a Pisces man—George Harrison, Jack Kerouac, James Taylor, Kurt Cobain, Lou Reed, Roger Daltry, Victor Garber—have followed in his archetypal footsteps.

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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Sagittarius 16° (December 8)

People must do their jobs and I must let them. I’m also not at all interested in the self-promotion that happens in this world. We all need to promote our business(es) and that I can respect. But this look-at-me culture in which we live is a depressing prospect even at its best. I watch all of season three of Maisel and the show has gotten better, funnier and more poignant. I am asking myself these days, though, whether I actually need television in my life at all; or most of technology for that matter. I’m looking very much forward to the change of scenery and the anonymity that it might bring. I sent another message to the Hotel Flora in Venice to see what’s what. I was thinking, too, once we figure out getting into Myddleton Square, that we could contact local Air BnB places and be able to stroll over and check out places in person before renting willy nilly. I’m a bit all over the place and today will be a day where I actually check myriad things off myriad lists. I’m not quite sure I know what they are but I trust that, over the course of the next few hours, that the list shall reveal itself. I don’t know why I feel like crying a bit today. There is no real reason except for the fact that I seem to be not blocking my emotions in any way shape or form. I suppose I’m feeling a bit more than usual. Not sure if that’s true but whatever the reason it is a bit upsetting and at the same time strangely life affirming. I do seem also to be losing some blub, however it is making it obvious where the general thickening is. I can’t help but imagining supersized organs taking up way too much space in my body, but I’ve alway been a little overactive in that department. I have to be all over the place today—it really is the only way to cope. In the morning hours, hopefully by 11am I will have sent travel suggestions to my friends and worked my way into my astrological work on the plate today. S. announced that the word of the day (I think from Dictionary dot com) was Ology. Of course it was. Maybe that’s why I feel like crying. Again people have to do their job. And I will have to do mine. And so, amid procrastinative peeks at real estate and resturant menues, at ten-thirty this morning, just two minutes away, I will hunker down—safe in the knowledge I have already had my breakfast, prepared lunch and dinner, made a grand to-do list, whitened my teeth and sorted out some packing choices for my week in NYC.

There is something funny I have learned about life. I wrote that sentence earlier and never finished it. That figures doesn’t it. Well I didn’t overachieve today, or this weekend, really, at all. But I did get a little something done. And the teeth whitening is underway! Weird how I can be intimidated by doing something so simple. Tomorrow I shall attempt to get into a little yoga by around ten AM. I get up at five pretty much every day so it shouldn’t be too much of a stretch. I will watch yet another series finale. I have a list of things to do. And there are still seventeen days left until I hop on a plane and get the ef out of here. Half that time I will be away, so I really have to watch my behavior over these next two weeks otherwisse I just might meet with an epic fail. Everything on the actual blackboard behind my head must go into a new document of the same name. I’m not really sure what happened yesterday working with Gary who is this guy who also works for people like the Edge (yay?) and Kanye West (yikes?); anyway he is a computer whiz and is helping me set up my new laptop without dragging over a bunch of old crap. At leas that’s what he said. I don’t think anybody has a clue as to what is going to happen to all the stuff we’ve created and stored on backups, hard-drives, other devices. Where will all this stuff go when we die? I guess: who cares, right? there doesn’t seem to be much of a legacy when it comes to it so I don’t think I should worry myself all that much, one wy or another. I want things to take. I’m not some born-rich guy nor am I some scrappy kid who had to make a mint. I’m just myself and I’ve plodded along as best I can, expressing myself as an actor, a writer, a journalist, an impressario, a producer, a performer (yeah I did that too); I’ve done a lot of things I suppose and could do a lot more. I didn’t give up on dreams like others have. I just wrote a killer proposal for a new book and if the people who were supposedly waiting with baited breath for it don’t bite in the end than I suppose I will have dodged a bullet. Any meeting that takes longer than forty-five minutes will typically not result in anything; never mind a two and a half hour meeting, being held hostage, by someone who speaks in babytalk.

I am rounding the corner. I am coming up on meeting myself in the hot room. I am not where I want to be (quote unquote) size wise, but I’m feeling happy and healthy and determined to keep that energy going. Not to say I will deny myself the usual pleasures but having done so for awhile now (as an experiment) I am noticing the ways in which one doesn’t immediately snap back as one once did and how I’ve been laboring under the delusion that I would. So I have some work cut out for myself. But it isn’t so insurmountable as all that. And I will look on the bright side that the first layer of excess has been lopped off and I’m now free to focus on a very managable (and largely unnoticeable, or, at least, easily hideable) “situation.” I’m sad about the losses; but I get said watching some animal show on “Nature” where one of a pack of wild dogs gets hit by a Land Rover and causes all the other dogs to sniff around it making sad noises before moving on with their lives. We are all wild dogs. Just this week a number of Provincetown people left us and, though none of them was anyone I knew very well, there is still this sense of predator death lying in wait for all of us. The only thing to combat these great inevitabilities is to do good work and to do good works.

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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