Month: January 2020 (page 1 of 4)

Novel Graphic

Aquarius 8° (January 29)

Paris, Day Six of Sixty: Book and Consultancy promotion day. Spent the morning writing and cooking. Had some incredible Greek yoghurt and strawberries and coffee. We will speak with A. and Guglia by Facetime or Skype today. Maybe we could reach out to press who will be attending shows and let them know that we are here and start talking about who the jewelry writers and editors are. I should ask Bryony and all other journailists in London too. That might be a great place to start. I’m pretty excited about the television thing but I’m so braced for disappointment so much of the tlime that it’s hard to gauge exactly what will happen. On the agenda to write today is the following

 

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Unfiltered

Aquarius 7° (January 28)

Paris, Day Five of Sixty: Spent morning in working and then the handyman came to fix the television and the broken window which was newly so due to the strong winds which were beautiful and rainy. I managed to find a valve for the dishwasher so we can check that off the list.We had a lunch of chicken, beets and potato leftovers. I took out the trash and did some shopping at Monop and at the vegetable people then came back and set up the kitchen a bit more. Galoule. I have been awake since three o’clock and can’t do much of anything. We decide to walk up to the third and have some biologique wine at Barav, where we end up having beaucoup and eating a cheese and charcuterie plate and some raviolis and crudities ending in another chocolate mousse and fromage blanc. We drank a bunch of reds but there was this white we tried that I will go back for tomorrow. We met some nice people at the restaurant, Isabelle from Belleville. I think she put her number in my phone.  I do have a great deal to write today, unfortunately I won’t get to it. On the agenda to write today is the following

 

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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Nouvelle Cuisine

Aquarius 6° (January 27)

http://cosmicblague.com/wp-admin/edit.phpParis, Day Four of Sixty: I feel edgy and dissatisfied. We are meeting Ellen today at two so I will set off for a long walk in the Les Halles direction stopping for a little something to tide me over—I went a bit too far, actually, and need to get myself back— and I’ll grab some rouleaux printemps on Rambuteau. We get some instructions from Ellen about the trash and so forth and she doesn’t know how to get the dishwasher to go either. That all goes fine. It was an edgy day and S. took herself to a sort of health food restaurant for lunch. My arm pain is acting up again. I cannot believe how lost in the moment I was. I end up checking out the Bains du Marais and having a tiny beer out on my own. I come back and we decide, though it is raining, that we will stroll all the way to the Café de la Nouvelle Mairie. I have clams and poireaux and saucisse. We have gateaux fromage blanc and mousse. On the agenda to write today is the following:

Something about any delusion of guys being in love with you. Or this can be added into the other bit. We can also talk about the shed and the lake and how Virgos tend to spend too much time in the former and not enough in the later. Because the sign of Virgo is all about habits and behavior people of the sign can be overly administrative in their lives, tinkering with themselves (as we mentioned regarding self help) or being to in service in their lives and works to the needs of others, playing the helper, the fixer, the assistant, the apprentice, defining themselves by how much they can organize and administer to the lives and careers of others (which more often than not leads to more Virgo resentment). Do less and be more.

We took a car home from the restaurant last evening. It looks like the Jimin work will come into play. I am now, a week later, filling in some gaps here. I’m not sure what to say but I know I need to get some things flowing. It is still the beginning of the year and I am going to accomplish some greatness, early on. I truly want to let go of all the pain and resentment. And the false friendships especially. I mentioned receiving a weird email from Stefan after years of not speaking. In the coming days I will write him back and say I think it was weird and solicitous. And I will find out in the process that he has become an astrologer and is working for a newspaper on the Cape. What is wrong with people? That is a rhetorical question. He cut and pasted into his email this old exchange between us from 2015 or some such where he references our working together. I really don’t want him in my forcefield. Then again I feel that way about a number of people these days. I am cleaning house on all levels and, I’m going to write myself through this and out the other side. I know what it is I want to do and I want to do it. First I want to focus on the pendants to the enth degree. The rest is just a matter of information. In some ways the excitement of the trip is causing me to fuck up a bit. On the other hand I learn as we encounter third parties that I am not the one who is really off. I thought the best way to articulate what went down with that freak would be to write to O.

 

 

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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Crash

Aquarius 5° (January 26)

Paris, Day Three of Sixty: Back to Rambuteau to get a roasted chicken. We had a late breakfast of yoghurt, almonds and berries. I realized that I had lost my computer files which makes no actual sense. It put me into a bit of a tail spin. S. had a Facetime scheduled with the family so I decided to go for a beer in the neighborhood to write by hand. I came back and had chicken and decided I wanted to go back out which was actually fine. I actually went to a couple of places and got lost talking to people and writing in my notebook and failed to text home and it wasn’t pretty when I got home. I never know what to do in these cases. Sometimes if I text it starts a whole thing; and sometimes when I don’t it can be even worse. I will definitely limit my solo excursions for the rest of the trip so to keep the peace because we have too many important things to accomplish on this trip, really, and it needs to be productive and fruitful in the extreme. On the agenda to write today is the following:

Some N’ology text boxes one of which would be about self help something like Shut down the self help. We know you and you go from this book to the next, searching for external answers. So guess what you’re going to start your own self-help guide based on your experience. The Sixth Astrological House of Virgo is associated with our habits and behaviors, health and healing, how we “work”, that is to say how we operate and function, and the ways in which we best “serve” ourselves, and by extension, our environment and humanity as a whole. This goes a long way toward explaining why it is that, of all the signs, Virgo is the most interested, if not obsessed, with Self Help on many levels, and Virgo women especially. (By contrast, Virgo men tend to be downright hypochontriachal.) The sign’s symbol Virgin holding that sheaf of grain might well be considering its gluten content and what effect it will have on her. It is just one of the many ways in which Virgo overthinks, analyzes and navel gazes in the extreme. In typical Virgo fashion, you have read more than enough books, attended more than your fair share of workshops and seminars, visited a plethora of whole plethora of healing practitioners, psychics and sages, to last you a lifetime. So we are shutting you down—you must take at least three months off from any form of self help other than your regular exercise and maintaining a healthy, balanced diet. And with all that time and energy we are prescribing something actionable, and perhaps challengingly so: You are going to take all your self-help experience to date and create your own mini (or maxi) self-help treatise, weaving together all the myriad modes you have explored over the years, either through study or practice.

Gray is the color associated with the sign of Virgo, a nod to the sign’s mutable-earth assignation, which translates to clay, in keeping with the archetypes of the sign who include the potter god, Hephaestus and the idealized Pandora, with her own ceramic jar or box, whom he sculpted from the stuff. You do possess the potential to mold yourself into being the best you you can be. But another interpretation of Virgo’s trademark color gray speaks to your propensity to get stuck in neutral, lost in the gray area of inertia. I could talk about grey being neutral, a state in which Virgo finds herself all too often, stasis being less an issue of indecision than it is simple fear of making the wrong move. The first order of business will be to see if we can isolate some action items in the process. For fear of being hurt or disappointed. You tend to beat a dead horse, complain, You can be pathologically wronged by others. There needs to be an inventory of the litanies, the complaints, the grousing and the grudges. You have to let it all go. So, your homework is to go just twenty-four hours without a complaint or even the slightest negative comment, particularly about other people or situations you find yourself in.  There is also something about grudges.

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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Just Walk A Way

Aquarius 4° (January 25)

 

Paris, Day Two of Sixty: We woke and had coffee and went out in search of Bikram and the health food store, both of which we found after a cul de sac of time and space in which we looked for the yoga studio but we were on the wrong road. We did some shopping on Rambuteau, including a couple of sandwiches which we will eat before going back out for more groceries and flowers for the week. We also discover the Caviste, which we now remember, was among our favorite wine shops. We had the appointment with a favorite client who is in Paris; then we set off for the left bank. We do a little shopping at Papier Plus and then it is nearly time for the singing mass at St. Gervais. This morning I had a dream about saving my grandmother from a burning building. We sit in the church on small benches for half an hour while the nuns settle into their spots and never move a muscle. The priests finally arrive. There is such a difference between them, the women are still and meditative and serene, in their blue robes and white hooded cloaks, and the men, all in black, are slightly more boisterous and jolly and read like school boys on retreat ever so slightly. The congregation is shuffling in and the spots are all but taken up. The music begins and everyone begins to sing but only gets a few seconds in before a young man appears at the pulpit and takes the microphone protesting the Catholic Church. S. is having none of it, as is her personality—she’s freaked and needs to get the ef out. We go and I can’t help thinking the congregation believes that we are somehow complicit with the protester.

We head toward the river and S. tells me that she felt her grandmother move through her while she was sitting still on her stool at St. Gervais. Her grandmother changed her name to Genevieve and it turned out that the mass was all about St. Genevieve, the Patron Saint of Paris, whose feast day is January 3, and whose whole mission was about getting believers to believe. She led a prayer marathon which saved the city from siege by the Huns, she also worked out deals with the Germanic invaders. Her symbol is a candle, which we didn’t know as we strolled toward Boulevard St. Germaine to the Diptyque store to buy a candle. I told S. about my grandmother dream this morning from which I woke for the day. I went to see a psychic once who told me my grandmother had a message for me and it was to “go to church.” Just a few steps beyond the candle shop is our destination for dinner, Chez Rene. We were hesitant to go but so glad we did. We made a reservation for eight but arrived at seven, the only people yet in the place. By eight it was packed. S. had betteraves and mache salad and I had salade de chevre chaud and lambchops, with spinach and frites to share and a flan for dessert. We started with a gorgeous glass of champagne each then had some nice AOC vin, Bandol maybe, I don’t remember. We probably won’t go here again this trip so I’m glad we made the effort. As tradtionalese as it is, it is very good and simple and clean. My meal was just a bunch of lamb chops on a plate. So simple and lovely. I’m going to make some lamb in the kitchen here. I do intend on cooking a lot and making soups, especially, once the Bikram begins. I’m a bit nervous about going back and yet I super can’t wait.

We decided to stroll home and it was only about twenty minutes total, which is great. We passed a few little shops that are good to remember. Earlier we had scanned the neighborhood and noticed that Fer au Cheval is closed (they had a fire) and that there is an Eataly in the neighborhood (there it goes) and we picked a lousy (sale!) day to hit BHV but we needed some electronics. I bought a tiny Bluetooth speaker so we can listen to our own music and also I want to figure out continuous white noise. I do need to write to Neil to see if he is still planning a Paris visit. The sound of breaking glass is a particularly French sound. I also need to write to Laurie to ask about her friend’s resto. Tomorrow we will have lovely food from the Greeks. I might also think about making some lambchops just for fun. Oh and I have to research the Enfants Rouge market.

 

 

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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Arrivistes

 Aquarius 3° (January 24)

 

Paris, Day One of Sixty: We wake finish packing I pay the bill I swim for an hour we check out and I get a bunch of expenses taken off our bill and a free car to the train station. We aren’t allowed in the first class lounge even though we have first class tickets. Oh well. The class of service is good but there are two mole people sitting next to us. I shoot them looks but they’re too dense to pick up the clues. They are sexless gamers who seem to work for Sainsbury’s or something. Anyway the ride was quick and I had a chicken dish and some mousse and a few minis of red wine. We get to Gare du Nord and people are soliciting us for taxis before we even queue up in the official line, which is strange. Well, turns out there is a manifestation and most of the taxis lining up are refusing to take the majority of people in line anywhere. We convince a driver to do so and it takes ninety minutes and many tens of euros to get to the rue des Archives. We took on little walk on Rambuteau and grabbed some coffee for the morning and some wine and cheese and water and a baguette that we could snack on as we unpack. The rue Rambuteau has everything. A cheese shop, a fish shop, a butcher, great veg places, the perfect place to buy coffee. And so many traiteurs—a Greek one, an Italian one. And this one bakery that sells just savory foods with a second one that just sells sweets. We do so fully and are exhausted so we stay local and find Le Mangerie which was recommended to me by la fille de Normandie who works at The Grocery on Kingsland Road. It was terrible. Weird little tapas type things. We can’t figure out how to turn certain lights on and the television isn’t in working order either. We will send a note about these things and get them fixed.

I feel like I have bitten off more than I can chew. Last night ended with dinner with A. at Emile which was just a pop-up it turns out and will open with more permanent digs in Belgravia in March. Anyway we were talking about our real names and how Corbett comes from Corbet, b and v being one an the same, thus Corvet or Corveau. Anyway, it all translates to the raven which is the family crest. On my side Leone is lion which would be our family crest. We joked about how, when you put us together, you might come up with Corleone. A. asked what our family crest would be and S. said the funniest thing ever: The Other Shoe Dropping. I’m still laughing to myself about this it was hysterical. Days later I’ll still spontaneously crack up on the street such that people will think I’m psycho. I am feeling unreal waves of happiness. Like crazy happiness. I thought I was happy in London but nowhere near how I feel now. I forget how much I love Paris and how bright it makes me feel. I must remember this feeling. I am here for two months and it already feels like it won’t be long enough. I am fatter than I want to be and there is this amazing men’s shop we happen across called Plusque Parfait. I am determined to get this weight off by the time Spring rolls around when I can buy myself some beautiful things from the shop. I have a lot on my plate but I feel up to the task. We are getting a second room in the hotel in Venice. I can’t believe I’m finally going to Venice. The train ride is ten hours. We go from the Gare de L’Est? S. needs to send me my ticket so I have it on my phone. I will definitely stop eating like a giant pig for a couple days before we go. The beauty is we don’t have to think about anything. The LLBs will be the tour guides arranging everything. Even the second hotel room so that someone can get some sleep. I will take the crappier of the two rooms.

By Thursday I need to have my text boxes drafted so that I can tweak and send them over the weekend. We have decided that on our return from Milan that S. and I would go over the particulars. I am super happy that we decided to stay away. It has already been an incredible boon; and I am determined to sail this ship toward ultimate success. It is about getting out ahead of the curve and staying there. That has always been the trick; and now, with this offsite plan, I feel that I can really accomplish all that needs accomplishing. The pendant program itself is an entire world of business needing to be accomplished. We will be getting initial things from Guilia this week which is great. It really is hard to articulate this feeling and this need to put things into motion. Ideas dissolve like the landscape of a lucid dream every time I sit down to hammer things out. I have two and a half hours left today to make magic and put things into motion and to start my own factory roll out for the new year. It is still only January. There is no panic as everything will move forward and give me a break, people take vacations. Even when I go away on holidays I always bring my work with me. I have got to stop feeling guilty and afraid. I do what I do and if I can’t live with the consequences than I shouldn’t do it. It really is that simple. It’s time to grow up and in the process be kinder to myself on all levels which means not putting my body and mind through unnecessary stresses while at the same time forgiving myself for any overindulgences I do fall into.

 

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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Wheels and Deals

Aquarius 2° (January 23)

 

It is actually a few days beyond this date. I had written Blagues for these days but the original one of this file (word doc where I write these) plus another I had open completely disappeared from my desktop and they are not in the trash either. The files were open but had been previously named and saved and they are now nowhere to be found. It is such a massive bummer. Thankfully I had posted most of what I had already written, but for a day or two. The real loss, actually, are all the notes I had written to myself that I placed in that file. Oh well, I have to let this go and just keep writing. I have so much on my mind and so much to do now that I cannot let this set back, well, set me back.It was actually pretty quiet this morning and we were able to sleep in a bit. Neither of us feel like eating and we are meeting the journalist downstairs at eleven; so I decide, given the day ahead, that I will spend the morning packing and I nearly completely accomplish that feat. We then head down to speak with Elle, who freelances for the Guardian, but is wanting to write about us for a home magazine in her native New Zealand. Thus the focus on The Luminaries. She is a very pretty English rose type with a very sharp mind, if not a tendency to do all the talking, I strike this up to her being on the cusp of Aries, while she mainly reads as a Pisces. Actually she reads more like a Cancer, which is her rising sign. We cover some interesting subjects like:

Well, we met with journalist on interesting points like why astrology is becoming such a bit thing. I made th point that narcissism is part of it and how that is bi directional. Are the new generations more naturally narcissistic or had social media made them that way or both. Because astrology, being about the cult of self, would be fueled by that. S. put it out there that the ridalin generation which makes one hyper focused and obsessive might explain why there is a surge in the theory and practice. The more we think about what happened with Harper, the crazier it becomes. I will need Tuesday and Wednesday of next week to focus solely on what is required for the text copy. I am feeling on this day how much I want this television show thing to happen. Still I’m trying not to get my hopes to high up. The conversation in any case was very smart and on the level which we enjoy. How we are the fairy godparents of astrology et al. The interview was two hours, that is to say an hour too long. I was getting edgy to say the least. But don’t get me wrong, ellewas supercool, funny, kind and obviously a good journalist. Still I am antsy We leave her and head right out to Mary’s for a vegetarian lunch. I had a St. Germain stew of celeriac and leek and potatoes, maybe, with even more (fried stick style) potatoes atop. S had a tomato based curry something which looked and smelled a lot like what P. made last night. This is the first time that I feel old in Paris. Where am I writing this? I am sitting somewhere but I don’t know where, writing this down. Where could I be?  After lunch I took a quick swim but it was giving me indigestion. Soon, we dropped groceries at A’s studio then hopped the train at Bethnal Green, with a change at Liverpool Street, for Paddington. Beer is causing me inflammation. We exited the station and hunted for the Hilton. We will later learn, on the return, that the hotel is actually attached to the giant station on the other end. But we walked in a giant circle to get there to find Jackie and Eve already ensconced.

The minutes from that meeting as best as I can remember are: Jackie talks about our brand and book, which she has brought with her. She talks about our jewelry collection to be. We talk about whether it would be a collaboration with LLB or not. We are talking wallpaper and other products. Jackie brings back notion we discussed in Scotland which is hinged on doing product by element instead of by sign, so there are four things not twelve. We talk about Fornicetti. I mention other related areas that aren’t astrology per se. I talk about crystals and palms and tarot and botanicals. I explain how that in the U.S. these kinds of products like tarot cards are hugely popular in their own right. We speak of beach towels. I mention the collaboration with Tim. I mention stationery products. (There is no money in it apparently.) I guess Eve’s sign (and that her of her boyfriend) on the first go. Then Eve seems to perk up herself and thinks that maybe we collaborate with LLBs as a one off, but that the brand should really be about us. She will write in coming days that she read her chapter of our book—Jackie lent it to her so should would have a better idea of our world of thought. She will write to say she thinks there is definitely something in this. I need to monetize like mad this year. Saying yes to all projects big and small, hand over fist.

Dinner with Alice and S. which was mainly hinged on Astro-Scapes. It would go something like this. We had a designated meeting with Alice in regards to the Astro-Scapes jewelry. The consensus is we should go for it. We would put up the initial money for the creation of the collection. The collection would be silver. Alice and her team would take the logo designs and render them as jewelry pieces that would be affixed on chain. The model would be wholesale (unlike the way we are currently doing tees on a retail model); so the price at your shop would be exactly what it would be at, say, Nordstrum or Anthropology—we’d get double mark-up from what sells in your store or on our websites! We would split with you fifty-fifty less 6% each to Alice who will take a total 12% for creating the collection and overseeing the production et al. The production will likely happen in Turkey and once we have more info we can figure out the wheres and hows of shipping etc. What will also need doing is (as discussed) we will create a new, single document agreement between Wheel Atelier Inc. and Tim-Scapes that will encompass all of the Astro-Scapes product line (tees and other would-beproducts on one hand and jewelry on the other), using the existing document your guy created, and creating new language for jewelry (which may ultimately include more styles); and then we can give a draft of the new document to Marilyn to clean up. That would be the basic plan!

 

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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That 20s Show

Aquarius 1° (January 22)

 

Today got off to a horrible start. We were awakened by the film crew just after four o’clock. It was insupportable. And of course this was the first day of holiday for the hotel manager with whom I’d already nurtured a relationship. Was a bummer. I called down to ask to speak to a manager and one wasn’t yet in. The crew had taken over. There was no reception, no morning breakfast room. Nobody answered the phone at room service. The desk said that breakfast was being set up somewhere on a different floor. I set out in search of answers and stumbled on two guys in suits one of whom said “morning sir, y’alright?” I said I’m looking for a manager and he pointed to the other guy who had pulled ahead and now spun on his heels. You’re the man I’m looking for said I. He said he hadn’t yet begun his day. That was lost on me. I started in on my noise complaint. He is about my height and, it might be a cultural thing—his name is Rachid and I’m assuming Algerian or some such—but he got right into my face. Not in a mean way, but he was definitely a close talker of the first kind and he wasn’t totally contrite, or so it seemed at the time. We went down to breakfast where they had set it up in this sort of ballroom sized hall, a buffet, but with pretty much all the same food one could order off the menu. We stockpiled some meats and cheese for A. who arrived about a half an hour later. We discussed packaging again for the most part as she wanted to prepare a brief for G. who will now be our new designer since the other folks have dragged their heels. Hard to believe that it is over nine months since we started a conversation with them; and it has been nearly four since I already said I think it might not be an auspicious arrangement. I have really felt held hostage by the situation, especially, as I was accused at the time of already having another person in place, which I didn’t, amid reassurances that everything could happen quickly. What I find especially irksome is that, though I care so (too) much about preserving our friendship, I feel the other bloke doesn’t give a flying fuck. Speaking of other blokes, what happened to Sebastian. Good question. Weird how people just flake off. Not to mention the recent exchange with Stefan the horrible. What a nutjob that jerk turned out to be. Next!

So I excused myself from breakfast a bit early as the subject turned to websites. I wanted to sneak in a swim, even a quick one, which I did. We then dressed and set off in a car to Soho for this meeting with the production company owned by C.M.. We got there a bit early so we strolled and popped into a magazine shop. Then we sent to the meeting, which was on Berwick Street, to which we were slightly early—they were just finishing up (eating). She herself was there which was astonishing, as were two associates, one being director of development. We were off and running. I won’t say much here about the content of the conversation because I probably really shouldn’t but there are a few takeaways we can discuss. First off, we were there because they are doing a show on theme of what we do for a living. C.M. is old school and a fan of Linda Goodman. It was her receptionist, who was out with a cold, apparently, who had a copy of Sextrology in her bag and told her bosses they should contact us. They would have looked us up and contacted our assistants, assuming we were in New York or L.A. or someplace domestic. Upon hearing from them, given who it is, we naturally assumed they were L.A. based. Turns out they are firmly, now, established in London. And, I’m sure murch to their surprise, we were also in London at the moment they wished to meet us. The next thing is the real kicker: The show idea they described is the exact show that we two had envisioned and talked about, some five years ago in Paris. But exactly the show. So the major takeaway is this: whatever happens at this point the fact is that the thoughtform of idea we put out there walking around Paris in 2025, excitedly describing the would-be show (that we could never make) to each other, managed to float through space and time and end up in the brain of one of the most successful and prolific producers of television there ever was. And we were brought in, seemingly on a whim, and while in the same city, all at the same time, an Uber away, to witness the next, and hopefully true, iteration of this very idea. So my lesson this week is in Faith. Faith that energy, like matter, can neither be created nor destroyed, and that our thought form of energy was indeed alive and it somehow made its way over the last five years through the ether. The meeting was an hour and we covered every bit of territory and we really liked each other and if nothing else I hope we made a friend.

We head out in a happy daze and work our way, en route to Liberty, to the Soho Hotel where we hope to have a drink and a snack, but they are not serving food, so we use the loo and leave. Because of our stay there a year ago November I remember how to work our way down Carnaby Street but we don’t get that far when S. spots Brindisa, where we stop for a few plates of tapas and a carafe of red wine. Really delicious. Then we head to Liberty and breeze through the jewelry section and see A.’s collection there of course. Post that, frustration ensues: We want to find the Atlantis bookshop on Museum Street but our Map apps are fucking with us and we end up in the landscape of hell which is Oxford Street and vow never again to do this. Jo raved about Atlantis so we had to go; but what we realize is that, whereas this type of shop might be unique in London, it is a pale comparison to any number of shops on this theme which we have encountered over the years in New York and Boston and Los Angeles. I had looked up the shop online and it typically yielded stories about how this shop has been in one family for generations, picturing mum and daughts. Well, when we got there, there they were mum and daughts and grand daughts. The shop gave me a weird vibe I have to say. These kinds of shops either feel good or weird, and this was a weird feel. I couldn’t wait to get out. We were close to Theobalds at that point and thus a very direct stroll up it to Rosebury Avenue and Exmouth Market, where I was just yesterday.

We stopped by our fave wine shop in the area for something to bring to Pascale and Matt’s. We then circled back to Exmouth and installed ourselves at Caravan for a tea and wine (guess who had which). And then it was time for dinner with the fam as Hen and Dot were there and there was a seventh space set at the table. Call Caroline for dinner, Pascale shouted at her children and we were like who is Caroline. Well, apparently Mary has a German friend from school in Eindhoven who has been living at Myddelton Square but we had no idea. She was very sweet. And Pascale made one of her signature delicious plant-based meals. S. and I had a little red, P. had a little white, M. is drinking non-alcoholic beer (m’ok); they asked if I had left a sports jacket in their bedroom cupboard. I was convinced I hadn’t, but yes it was mine—I totally forgot I brought this blazer with me, which I would have planned to wear at the end of a trip ending in major weight loss. I told Matt to try it on—he did—and it fit him perfectly. It is now his. It really felt like old times tonight and I just loved being able to have a family meal and be with people whom you know and who know you.

 

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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Unfinished Beeswax

Aquarius 0° (January 21)

 

It is a choice to be stressed. As the world burns. We will get up very early and go down for a greasy breakfast. I am chugging orange juice. In anticipation of some alone time, I try to get some work done, which isn’t easy, because someone keeps talking to me. It’s fine. I got to go for a lovely swim yesterday but I won’t get there today. I will make up for it tomorrow that is for sure. I hope I shall be the only one down there. Let us hope. I will take an Uber with a giant bag to Pascale’s—to my surprise she will be home. It will be a quick hello as I have a haircut appointment. It will be funny in that the cutter, Greg, and I had a little bit of a run in when I was last over in June. I think it was June. The haircut went quickly. They have to perform haircuts in half-hour intervals which is weird. We even argued over what time I arrived. He is a Virgo contrarian. I met Jeremy Goldstein at Sadlers Wells. I wanted to take a picture of the two of us but forgot. We went to the Harlequin for a drink and had a grand time. He is broke. I gave him some tube money. S. and I headed over to Luca which was very corporate. The food was great but the environment sterile. One didn’t sink into the chairs but sort of balanced atop, both literally and figuratively. I did try my Italian on the waiter as best I could. You might have noticed I’ve switched from future perfect to past tense, and may be teetering and toggling between them all. I had a sort of crab crostini and a nice bit of nouvelle cuisine sized lamb bites. The wine was good and we had tiramisu. They are filming a movie here called Operation Mincemeat with Colin Firth and Kelly MacDonald. I do have a lot on my mind besides that, make no mistake. We are attempting to hit all our marks and we should have some success in doing so (I think). I’m looking forward to coming back to London for that final week in March. I need to make sure I get Jahid’s email so to work at the details. It will be crucial that we come back. I’m hoping that six weeks of yoga will put me in good stead. We have to work out all the D+M situation because we don’t want to leave that too too long. I have much to accomplish in these coming weeks, and I want to reach out to more resources than the winery. I think we have to let a few clients go and make room for those who are more conscientious. As we get busier it becomes more important.

I should talk to Brian about representing me at shows in February and March. Also about Edinburgh. Can we do a small run of tee-shirts for Valentine’s Day. “Seeing Red”. I did reach out to John and David but have heard zilch back so I think I’ll let that go. I am trying to isolate some ideas, still, for these, text boxes but I’m not doing that great a job of it. I’m hoping this is what the Eurostar will bring me. There is so much to juggle in any case and I need to get the consultancy moving. I also think there is a way to bring everything into focus by way of this Blague. And still to alight on all the synchronicities. No matter what happens we have to recognize that magic. For instance the Madelbach people contacting us, thinking we are in New York, but we are in London where they just so happen to be based. We will see them tomorrow. Pascale has invited us to dinner and we shall accept. It will be nice to just hang out with family; at this point I’m hoping it will be just us.

 

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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Eleanor Catton

Capricorn 29° (January 20)

 

I could talk about grey being neutral, a state in which Virgo finds herself all too often, stasis being less an issue of indecision than it is of making the wrong move. The first order of business will be to see if we can isolate some action items in the process. Shut down the self help. We know you and you go from this book to the next, searching for external answers. So guess what you’re going to start your own self-help guide based on your experience. This could be a good approach. This day Monday is all about transition. I stayed in as S. was super ill then went by the little spa and there were definitely guys checking in ahead of me for the final three hours of the evening. There was this one dancer boy. I said something like, hey have you been here before and he did this sort of skeptical half turn like you talking to me? And I was like yes. Have you been here before is it nice, fun, do you like it. And he was like uh huh. So shady. I realized it may perhaps be a bit gay up in this place at the end of men’s day, which it turned out to be. So said the nice lady who was helping people at the desk. She was good natured and gave me an eyeroll after dancer boy sashayed away. I got all the info. The staff seems to be all women. I don’t think that if there is gay stuff going on in there that it would be too overt. That was my read. They have a ton of treatments so I’ll go the next time we pass through this way. Another idea is: You are the appropriator of the Zodiac. So we want to turn this from a liability into an asset. Own the fact that you are open to influence and see it as a positive aspect of your superpower, but do be conscious of giving credit where credit is due, not just for others, but for yourself. You may be surprised by, and wake-up to, the fact that you rather unconsciously borrow from others all the time. You don’t even know you’re doing it.

I went to The Camel on the Globe Road and the boy at the bar near me lives on a barge in Hackney Wick. It’s fun to have conversations with strangers, ones you can’t strike up in places that’s for sure. And yet it is quiet in this world in the only way it can be in a giant city like this one with so many nooks and crannies. Unlike New York where the only place to go is up. Anyway I had a couple of beers and just hung out and chatted with folks for awhile which was a good break after being in the suite all day. I came back and S. is still feeling poorly so she is going to sit out dinner once again. I went down and spent a small fortune overindulging. I was chatting with other folks and ended up being down there many hours which did not go over well as you can imagine. We have booked our trains to Venice which is cool. Richard Godwin will write to say he knows a journalist who wants to interview us. She is from New Zealand and mentioned The Luminaries. This is sending us down a bit of a rabbit hole. We have never read the book which is characterized by one of us as being asleep at the wheel. There is something magical that happens when you go away. We have this television production company interested in our work and it makes me realize that this New Zealand interest might actually dovetail with the conversation this week with the Madelbach folks. I need to read the twelve-step idea for information on what might make for these text boxes I’m writing.

This week is going to fly by of that I am well aware. Dane Martha Keckler Erin. The City Wintery wrote to say they have a gig open, but they need to find someone who might be able to fill the room to capacity. I don’t really know who that could be. I could reach out to a few more folks to see but I did give a shout to Martha. I have a lot on my mind but I’m feeling rather stilted in terms of the writing. I need to be more lake than shed as we say in our family. I had some steak tartare and a green salad and I ordered the pasta but sent it back because it tasted like water. I got the fish instead. And then the cheese and little cookies. I am a bit overwhelmed with dread about what that bill will come to. I made a booking for the hotel and it comes to a hundred pounds more a night than what I’m paying now. I will need to find other digs I think unless they can make this place work out. I’m rambling but that’s the way that goes. I really wanted to have a little more fun this week but it wasn’t meant to be. It is a busy time and I have to make sure I look and feel my best for all these meetings. I really should have read The Luminaries.

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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