Capricorn 28° (January 19)

Wake, clean, pack, leave for Bethnal Green. The owner of the building comes over and he and his wife are contrite about the noise that came from above, but nobody makes any move to compensate us. We do have their direct connection though so we could rebook it but we won’t. We take an Uber to Town Hall and set ourselves up in the lounge. I’m getting all our ideas onto virtual paper. There is a wait for the room for a couple of hours, then when we finally do get in, we see we are in the back of the building which would be fine except we are atop the dumpsters and I’m concerned. We are shown a room in the front which doesn’t have a bath and so we opt for another room in the back that does, but one which is further the way along from what might be dumpster noise. It won’t prove to be brilliant but that won’t be our fault. What we don’t know is that a film crew is moving into the hotel on Monday and they will begin load in at an ungodly hour. Meanwhile we are just happy to unpack—they gave us a giant rolling rack so that we can hang up most of our clothes that require it. We have a reservation for one of the two restaurants but I’m concerned as the wait staff so far have not proven to be all that swift. Never mind, it’s low stakes. And what it might lack in service it makes up for in proximity.

We head out and first walk along the Roman and Globe roads, the latter being kind of a woo-woo enclave of a Buddhist center and metaphysical bookstores, just around the corner from a vegetarian restaurant. With that under our belt we decide to go further afield, up to Broadway market. We pass a pizza pop up along the way which turns out to be a bit of foreshadowing. Upon discover of the Broadway market, we had no idea it was such an oasis and we actually end up requiring a snack and so stop at Franco Manca for a delicious pie to share along with some olives and wine as a late snack. Then uh oh, S. isn’t feeling great. As we make our way back to the hotel she is feeling more and more ill—her stomach is the culprit. So by the time of our reservation she is taking to ed and I head down on my lonesome. I have carafe(s) of wine to accompany my sirloin with cabbage, and a side green salad, followed by a yang (which I realize is a cheese) something I’d never heard of. There is a slightly Asian bent to the restaurant and the crackers that come with the yang almost feel like a sort of wonton. There is an Asian boy eating on his own in plaid pajamas and the slippers provided in his room. He is photographing his food; then again so am I. I will show S. when she is in a place where she can actually look at food. I take my last bit of cheese and wonton and quince jam, in sandwich form wrapped in a napkin, upstairs with a full glass of wine and I finish it while I cue up Netflix. The next thing I know I’ve fallen asleep and wake before one o’clock, having slept maybe three hours in total. So I watch the final episode and a half of the Star Trek series which was only two seasons long.

I think head to bed, it’s around three, and already people are making noise out back. I will awake the next morning to a cacophony of sound and will ask to be shown another room in the front. I go and check it out and it is really quiet though smaller. S. can’t move rooms in any case so it is a moot point. She is truly ill and we will have to cancel plans we had with Neil and Debs. Stella will write to say that I could still join them but they won’t want that as I rightly suspect. I will spend the entire day tomorrow in the room. It is a warm and sunny day. I will write to Matt and say something funny. I will watch the UK Food Network and watch Jennifer Saunders in a celebrity bake off with Joanna Lumley, Lulu and Dame Edna after the lisping of Jaime Oliver. S. will sleep until two in the afternoon. I will still be writing this a day late in preparation for coming back, after a swim in the pool (hopefully), because tomorrow’s post, as I promised myself, must be in regard to the “text box” copy that I am preparing for our agent before she takes the book out for a second round of pitches. We are definitely seeing a production company on Wednesday which is bizarre because they are based in London but didn’t know that we were here when they reached out to us about some work together on a project. WE have been down this road before and would be happy to do something like this for sure. We shall see what we shall see. I suspect I will eat dinner again alone downstairs tonight which is fine, but not fantastic.

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Capricorn 27° (January 18)

Probably two hours of sleep. I am getting to the point of exhaustion. We came back from A.’s house and I fell around one but was up by four. I’m just sitting here writing until eight when S. rises. I have quite the day planned and am a bit daunted, even though it is all about and at my leisure: On A.’s recommendation, I have booked a two-hour Ayurvedic massage. I don’t know what to expect but I know the place I’m going is a barge on the other side of the Thames at Tower Bridge. It’s quite cold today but I head out across Bethnal Green Road down past the Shoreditch overground through Spital fields and White Chapel across the bridge along the river. I think I know where the place is so I just sort of loll about; then I think maybe I’m not in the right spot after all, which I wasn’t. So I kept looking and couldn’t find address until I realized a large truck (lorry) was blocking the entrance to the whatever-it-is-you-call-the-metal-thing-you-walk-down-to-the-boats-on-the-river. Suj met me at the locked gate and led me down the slippery gang ways (they’re called gang ways?) to a warren of low barges. I am mainly walking on wooden planks, after a while, covered in chicken wire to make the going less slippery. (What he will tell me later on my way out is that I’m actually walking atop barges, and that the gardens’ plantings on either side of me are rooftop gardens in effect. There is even a large tree growing from the roof of a barge.) We get to his barge, a one-hundred-year-plus-old Dutch number, painted a dark teal. It takes some doing getting onto it. And then we enter this incredibly barebones kitchen behind which is the massage studio, consisting of a very old practice table covered with a towel, and a simple wooden stool, facing a mirror atop a sofa. There is a tele from which is coming plinky plunky music while images of some monk or Rinpoche glowers reassuringly. There is a smell of incense but none currently burning. I have to take a pee which requires a bit of acrobatics to “go below.” One must travel vertically, backwards, as if by ladder.

The massage begins with me naked but for my underwear, seated in the stool, as Suj says he will start with head massage. I have never felt anything in my life like this, my entire nervous system is a-tingle. Feeling as exhausted as I do I have that much more drastic a reaction, I think, than I might otherwise. This goes on for over ten minutes and I’m getting slightly uncomfortable. I’m almost aware of the nerve patterning from my head all the way down my legs, and my left one feels its age-old damage, or at least that’s what I’m imagining. Finally, it is time to move to the massage table where Suj instructs me to lie face down. I slip off my underwear for the rest of it. There are familiar elements to the massage, the symmetry of doing to the right what one does to the left; and of course kneading the muscles, but there is an extra element of covering the same territory, warming it up for starters, and then massage the same areas, over and over again, for extended periods of time. On the left side of my back all goes swimmingly, while it is usually my trouble side; but on the right something isn’t releasing, and with this form of massage, which is repetitive, the resistance is being met over and over again, which is only making me sieze up more and more, like when you try to get into a cross legged position and your hips sieze up, only it is my shoulder complex and I can’t seem to lie flat; so I riase myself off the table a bit on my right side and I’m making noises designed to tell Suj to back off but he doesn’t. I’m feeling a bit panicky, now, but it is subsiding slowly. He remarks on how tense my right side is; ad will tell me how much better my left is. He is all intuition while having perfect technique. He’s now doing those long stroke moves, standing at my head, down my back and ass which he keeps opening up on his way back to starting position. Of course the reflex is to clench and maintain integrity, in all senses of the word, but the repetition forces me to let go and now I’m worrying that my anus is actually going to prolapse. I’m exaggerating slash kidding but not really. He then changes places and starts to do my legs but on this score he will dig so far into my groin, in the process, increasing blood flow, shall we say, to the point of now all I can feel is the worry that he’s going to say turn over while I have an all but raging boner. Oh fuck. It isn’t very relaxing when you’re fretting about showing your full extended manhood. The panic is back now with a vengeance. There might also be a little leakage. Holy Hardon, Batman.

Ultimately he does have me flip over and I simply say: “okay, do erections happen?”, to which he responds, “don’t worry.” Ironically, this makes me worry more because it crosses my mind that his reassuring words carry a meaning along the lines of: I will take care of that. Uh, oh. But, no, thankfully, he had no intention of it going there. And my front now receives just as much attention as my back did; and when it comes to the legs bit, he’s digging back into where my lower body attaches to my top; at one point I think he just took my dick and moved it over as if it were an errant branch he encountered while weeding a garden. The real transcendence begins with the torso massage and ending with the face massage, which includes this move where he makes an opening motion from my third eye out, like opening curtains, over and over again. I have to say for a moment there I saw the face of some blue god, I kid you not. Two hours later and I was completely altered. I hadn’t noticed that the rocking of the barge which was minimal to begin with had completely halted. It was low tide and we were wedged in the mud at a slant. It was tricky enough getting up after this intense massage without having a dizzy spell and passing out, but the entire boat was at a major slant. My Batman reference now seems very apt as that show was so often filmed on a diagonal. I dress as best I can and am walked out back through the warren of boats getting more history of the place. I retrace my way back through Spitalfields where I purchase a reassuring pricey swimsuit, on sale. And S. is still at the flat. She soon sets off to see another friend (I should get one of those at some point) and I will have a pint at the George and the Dragon and do a bit of shopping at the Grocery before returning back to make a pasta sauce and pack up, both of which goes quite successfully.

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Capricorn 26° (January 17)

I dreamed last night, or rather this morning, that I was in the desert. In Wonder Valley specifically. There was some kind of weird conference and someone threw their rotted cancer hands that they kept in the freezer or something at me and I had to leave. I know that this will make no sense. They were dried and green and horrible. I can’t explain any further. Someone from the art world was interested in working with us. I was aware of the fact that might know Jack and I thought, well, that could be an area of confusion or represent a certain rift. What else is new. All I know is that I am looking for repair and for truth. And I will wait until I am back stateside to deal with those evil little wads in publishing—I am the embodiment of justice this year, wielding a terrible swift sword. Sorry not sorry. I feel quite frustrated today. And like everything is flung everywhere. If I stick to my owners manual it might work out fine. Possible titles: Unwritten Stories. Written Off (Funny Trials and Tribulations in the Publishing Word). Mightier Than The Sword is another one perhaps. Something like that. And why not? I have to put my anger and frustration some place and let it channel fully through me. Anyway there is much to do today. We have a big afternoon and evening planned and I’m super psyched to get out and move around today. There has been much work and just sitting in and writing, dreaming and scheming and my old carcass needs to move around a bit.

So we set off for A.’s studio which is only about a twenty minute stroll up Bethnal Green Road then hanging a left toward Old Bethnal Green Road LOL. The studio was cute and worky and we went over some colors and stones and other details. We are still tweaking to get it right. Then the three of us headed toward Bethnal Green, past the Town Hall where we will move on Sunday, and then we headed up the Old Ford Road (I think it’s called toward and through Victoria Park which was quite beautiful. It is a part of town to which we haven never been; and it was a long stroll through the park along the canal. We ended up at a bar/café/pub/restaurant called Crate where we had some chill drinks and talked more about the collection and packaging and so forth. It was good to get a bit of a jump on all that. As I’m writing this I think I am watching a Harry Stiles video (is that who everyone is always talking about) and he is in the group of people, mainly men, naked from the waist up, writhing about with them. There has been some talk recently within the community that he is gay baiting or whatever. Honestly I just think he’s pansexual like so much of the younger population. Anyway, we got some good ideas on paper and I’ll need a follow-up on that score this week.

A. wanted to take us out so we just had to head upstairs in the same building to Silo which was an English version of Portlandia which I fully enjoyed. The only ingredient that made me go hmm was a “spruce sauce” because I would sear on my life that this was made from discarded Christmas trees found on the street. And I don’t actually say this lightly because the entire philosophy of the place is hinged on non-waste. So, I think my theory is correct. It was a set menu projected onto the wall, so you just get what they give you, with some vegetarian options that I didn’t opt for. The first course was a radish cannelloni. When it arrived I thought it was a mise bouche, it was so tiny. Of all the things in nature it recalled a clitoris, and you know how hard those can sometimes be to find, so that should give you some idea of the portion size. The tables had silos in them that contained cutlery and a wine cooler, the cork lids of which you raised with a giant magnet. They had the best beef dish I’ve ever tasted—it was “aged” to the consistency of pudding, that’s how tender. And a pumpkin ice cream that was served two ways. It was wonderful and ridiculous in equal measure. And they had some very good organic wine which places really all must now have. There is no alternative in this new world. I’m now watching Jamie Oliver on the Uks food network. He is kind of handsome again. I missed his lisp. We went over to A.’s flat just after and met her daughter who shares a name with S. I really like her husband and we talked about film and drank some orange wine. A. fell asleep and I realized she bloody well works too hard. I hope that she can begin to do less and be more.

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Capricorn 25° (January 16)

Today was a rather mellow day. We met up for breakfast at Allpress and I got a mixed something that I didn’t order but it was probably good to taste an avocado after so long. I stayed in and wrote pretty much all day and then S. headed to Covent Garden to meet a friend from her masters degree program and I went for a beer at the Brewdog and then grabbed a menu from the Fish and Chips shop. When S. returned, we strolled over put in our order and tooled around the hood a little more. We got an email from some TV people wanting to meet up with us—we shall see how that pans out. I hope so as it is the people who made Nurse Jackie and we loved that show, but of course. I should probably use the space below where I’m currently writing to do something double dutyish is the first thought but I am in process here so I’m just going to let it unfold. By Monday I’m really going to be back on more a cosmic track; but in the meantime I will simply see what occurs. Yesterday I was writing about all the different sort of “ownership models” I need to creat for myself regarding the businesses. And I do need also to do the same thing with the festival and all things festival-related.

Since hearing about the dissolution of the series at the existing location I think the plan will be to quickly step up operations so that I can still trade on the series until it ends (I will make no mention of it renewing I don’t think). I will immediately start touting the “moveable festival” concept and the creation of a circuit under the new auspice Glow and then I will fling these “letters” out to myriad venues around New England to keep them in place. I will include Oberon as one of my tour places to which I can pitch. But in the end it is a go-big-or-go-home situation. And when it comes to the festival proper, I will simply go down the list and send lovely notes to everybody, asking who would like to be involved. But I think I will work on my own piece and offer S. one as well. And I will think of who else might make a good fit with an eye on getting some zhush in the process. This is a good start to the conversation in any case. And I am now officially in dialogue with City Wintery which is great.

Still not sleeping all that much, which is fine. Feeling incredibly fortunate overall. Keep waking up in the middle of the night and watching Star Trek. Feeling a bit sad at the fact I don’t have much connection these days to the New York folk, but such is life. I will run down the line and say a little hello. Maybe as time gets closer the more selfish of the lot will give me a little video love. That would be cool. I’d like to talk to Bridget, Rizo and run right down the line. Why not? I am writing this a little in the future which is not unusual. Within just a few days from now, in Blague time, I will be fully aligned with the moment. Cole, Jay, Early. I have a good list from Time Out of folk that we could approach. DeCaro. But mainly I need focus very lightly on this and frontload my own brand and my own creative life. That is the goal especially of the next four or five days of Blague here. I am not quite to the point where I am ahead of the wave. Starting Monday I will indeed be working on some ideas for the book proposal topping-off. But after that we will be waxing purely creative on here and hopefully a bit funny. I need to write for a few hours and then get all caught up on the finances which are like a trail of disgrace as we travel through. The only way out (ever) is through; and I am determined to make that a reality today. Anyway that will have to suffice for today me thinks.

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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Capricorn 24° (January 15)

S is meeting Jo and Susanne tonight and I will eat the leftovers from heir soir, after I take a nice walk up to The Grocery to get some more of that incredible biodynamic wine. I stopped for a beer at the George and the Dragon which was peopled with nobody older than thirty-five, I kid you not. I felt extremely old and aware of the fact that younger people now almost look like a different species with their smooth skin and lustrous hair and beards. Was I ever that young and beautiful. I pretty much doubt it. I strolled home and put dinner together and tried to make something happen but I just ended up watching NetFlix. In the late afternoon I did meet up with Richard who wrote a piece on us a few years ago for British Vogue. It was really great to see him. I’m guessing he’s some fifteen years my junior. He has a six year old and one (it’s really to early to say) on the way (but he and now I said it anyway) and his whole life is still laid out before him. There must be some sense of that I can glean for myself but I haven’t really been able to “find” it, if you catch my drift. Apparently we are invited onto the boat in April. I have yet another bathing suit goal that I will likely not achieve. Oh well. Such is life. I keep have moments of clarity that dissolve into nothingness. I am again making a transition with this Blague, writing through certain things that need getting done. For starters, I am on quite a trip and I want to document the synchronicities thereof, ever a mission of this prospect and project.

S. reveals that during the day a wifi connection came up for someone Amy Murray. Now, Amy, our dearly departed friend, was both the bestie of Su and Jo. And this is the first time since 1986 that they have sat and talked about her and all that went down. Then, I’m told, Su mentions where Amy is buried and it turns out it’s the same place Jo got married. So really, of all the friends, only Amy got to attend that wedding after all. I need to look up Esoterika bookstore. There is no such place. It must be Watkins or Treadwells or Atlantis. I will find out. I did fight out. It is Atlantis. I also found out that Amy wasn’t buried there but that the funeral services were there. And of course I already sent the text. Good golly. I always seem (to be persuaded) to put my foot in it. Anyway, I have a feeling there may be some family conflict with April but I certainly hope not.

There is still a pall, no getting around it. And, on the continued theme of getting my head on straight, I think what I might do is make a grid. Yes, a grid. Starting with Sextrology and working down to the most underserved projects. I do think retribution could come in the form of publishing lots of little books. We could definitely use some influencer energy from folks, that much is certain. I want a little shop somewhere people can find me but I don’t know where that is. I suppose it could be some place in Boston although it often feels like such an energy suck. I want to figure this out. Would that it could be Ptown but that isn’t quite right anymore, really. I’m having an existential crisis when it comes to my location of choice, that much is certain. Would I like to live in Maine? I mean sure. And people would have to find us, which wouldn’t be a bad thing. Especially if we rented a flat, for our trouble, in Paris and spent time in London with whomever. We shall see. These are all good questions to ask, even though I have no solid answers. I am going to let it go for now and see what occurs.

I need to make up a list of subjects, prompts, questions on which to expound. The new business alone would have the following: Business model and operations, this would include who does what, budgets, production flow chart documenting who does what and when, sales and the trunk show concept for people, packaging and branding is its own thing, website and shipping is another whole area that needs to be explored, press and promotion, the pendant program itself is a whole world in and of its own. That list alone goes on and on. Congruently we need to figure out what the Wheel side of things entails, including what the consultancy is all about, what we are thinking in terms of books, and the self-publishing universe which I think could be major. Wheel is already established as an online publishing entity, so it makes perfect sense to build on that. The other Wheel projects include events, product (like those with Tim), and other content creation.

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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Capricorn 23° (January 14)

I am playing catch up as best I can today. I will go to The Grocery and get all the fixins for dinner with E. and B. tonight. I will also head down Brick Lane where I will find some soy-based cup cakes. We will have a jolly night we four. S. bought some fresh tagliatelle and I am going to make a fauxlognese sauce for it. First, we will have a salad of grilled gem lettuce, fennel, artichoke and goat cheese. We have this lovely biodynamic red that is super terroir. I’m really loving it. I did manage to start to tackle catching up on finances and also on mapping out exactly what occurred when on this trip but it has been nothing but a blur. I still need to get back to the LLB’s about going to Venice; but nothing feels certain and I’m a bit upset about that. My own bed I’m lying in. I still can’t believe I can be such a menace to myself and others but there it is. No use trying to brush it off. Always better to accept the facts of these things.

The sense of entitlement that stems from these characters is so strong. One of them will have the social grace to follow up which is nice but there is a general lack of concern and a spoiled nature that is unfortunate but there you have it. It is Tuesday, which means it must be Belgium and somehow that makes a lot of sense. I’m finding the whole thing eye-opening in the extreme. I have to look up Hilton, Paddington. Check. And I have to list some action items on which I can riff in the coming days. My goal is that by the time we arrive in Paris I have sent Meg everything additional she might need. And maybe start to revisit and revise old ideas—why not!? There is no irony, going back to the other thing, about having it all. “She thought she could have it all” applies so much to that character. I really need to sit and get my head on straight this week. I’m not all over the place that is not strictly true but it is time to assess and get some further shite together.

Not to say all Aries are Buddhists, but their natural brand of spirituality is hinged on the upper-case Self as the highest form of power, while they tend to be pretty self-y in the bedroom as well. Taurus ache with a need for belonging, seeking and inviting rapture, both spiritual and sexual. Gemini desires communion and community, finding spirituality in the company of others, if not sleeping their way through the congregation. Cancer is all about being born again, real or metaphoric baptism being just another watersport, re-creation and recreation going hand in hand. Leo aspires to godhead—enough said. Virgo is all about the service, whether it be the ritual of a mass or sacred sexual rites, they are programmed to receive. Libra is a creature of divine order and beattitudes—if you don’t take their orders you can expect there will be attitude. Scorpio spirituality is profound and shrouded in mystery just as they are secretive and sphynxlike in sexual relationships. Sagittarius is shamanistic in their visions and expect extreme, exhaustive states of ecstacy in both their spiritual and sexual life. Capricorn takes the pulpit position, in full faith, delivering others from the depths to the heights, back and forth, back and forth. Aquarius is in an eternal state of revelation, forever having their minds blown and blowing others. And Pisces seeks dissolution, to become one with spirit and lose themselves in sexual experience.

Feeling goals/generators and drains/want what you have/i am the most beautiful one in the room/you are the celebrity/three-fold appreciation. Something about being all black or white. I dunno, I need to think about it. These are the things we can think about doing. I could use a little help on this score perhaps. Maybe I don’t do enough. Perhaps I juggle too much. I definitely do not have a routine. I could surely stand to settle in more. Maybe that needs to come first, I don’t know. Whatever happened with this court case for instance. Maybe we only need a certain amount down. Maybe I need to be more entrepreneurial. I know I could use a tipping point. There is no good reason why I don’t have better ownership. I wonder how tacky the people are that LLBs are visiting in Asia truly are. I know we can make this happen. It isn’t a fluke. We can soar now. That thing Su said to S., it’s such projection. She makes a living as a consultant and yet she is a complete mess. I like the way we are. We just really need to figger some shiz out. Peace out.

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Capricorn 22° (January 13)

I am still rather licking my wounds today. I won’t eat all day (again) but for two scrambled eggs with some mustard. It has been a very tough time all in all. We will come to some sort of temporary resolution and we will try our luck walking up to Columbia Road to Brawn without a reservation; and they will seat us at the bar which is fine. I’m having the Lonza starter and the Duck for a main. We share cheese and small carafes of Gamay. We both feel sad today which is little wonder.

The noise from the upstairs flat has been insupportable. It was loud from the first day we arrived, a cast of people coming and going, shouting in the hallways at all hours of the night, and by the weekend it was a massive party for days where it sounded as if dozens of peope were staying there. People were literally screaming at the top of their lungs for three nights straight and it sounded as if they were smashing furniture, which we found out was not hyperbole.

We realize this is not your fault. However we feel totally stressed out, shocked, tired and completely gyped having spent money to be in a place that was advertised as quiet as we are here to work on a busincess/creative project and to see friends and fa;mily. We have been stretched to the limit of exhaustion and feel that we should be compensated, as should you, for the negligence caused by the owner, Emilio, of the upstairs flat. Presently we do not feel good about signing the guest book nor would we be able to recommend this residence to future guests. We are braced for yet another weekend of who knows what craziness is in store for us.

There may be a light at the end of a tunnel. J.L. wrote to say she is looking for someone to work on a project. That could be me. I have to see. I really do have more monetary goals in mind than I ever have before. Everyone finds their level–it’s the way of the world. I have to admit who I am and who makes me happy. Celebrated or tolerated, that old chestnut. I think of the days spent with J. D. and I can’t believe I wasted so much of my precious time on someone so gaslighting, selfish and narcissistic. I can pick ‘em. I chalk this up to the fact that my sibling dynamic was lacking (an understatement) and thus I take things in sibling-like relationships that I should never take. There was a purpose that time served I will readily admit to that but it was a waste of time and energy, really, when it comes down to it. And that weird boyfriend of his always made my skin crawl—he and his whole venal, insidious family—bleck, he was the worst. I think

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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Capricorn 21° (January 12)

S. came back from her night away. I couldn’t bring myself to eat a single bite and won’t have anything until we go to P + M for dinner where I will drink sparkling water and eat a single helping. We are surprised when Rose and James arrive because we were expect Dolce e Gabana to enter the sitting room instead. We are listening to jazz on the turntable and folks are drinking beer and wine. I feel shaky and not just metaphorically. Rose likes Boris Johnson and I am shocked. She was among the originals who came to LLB’s party where I worked in the Marais, in Paris, at Dizzy Place, not the Dizzy Place or Dizzy’s Place but Dizzy Place in 1986. The LLB’s are threatening to recreate that evening to some degree. If so I will go in drag. S. had a bag at P + M’s which she fetched and then forgot. I am also to blame for this which is actually reasonable. We are spending a lot of money. But I am trying not to focus too much on that right now. Everything is changing and I must learn to let it. I am a total asshole of this I am certain. I also know that not everything is my fault. That said I can do better. Way better. I’m looking forward to the change finally, which is weird given the fact I’m so bereft on this day. Something has broken but I think it was meant to do so. I need to focus on some action items. The apartment situation is really loud and I will address that in a letter. I’m sad and lonely but I must forge on. There are real friends now to be found and we will figure all that out. We have a meeting next week about product with the LLBs and I very much look forward to that, even though it is at an inconvenient time. Meetings must be taken. And now some more thoughts on things astrological;

As mentioned in a recent post the classic female “water bearer” was Hebe, cupbearer to the gods, who poured out their divine nectar. The daughter of Zeus and Hera, Hebe means youth; which is a word often synonymous with the future, as in the tuneful “I believe the children are our future.” The real future, along with science fiction, fall under the rulership of the Aquarian eleventh astrological house. Zeus, who went every which way, replaced Hebe—thanks Dad—with a beautiful boy he fell for called Ganymede. The eleventh house also rules homosexuality. Ganymede means gladness, joyor gaiety. In Arthurian legend, we find the figure of Galahad who achieves the quest for the holy grail. He is the son of Elaine who is the grail-bearer, the dispenser of joy and wisdom. In Tolkien’s work, the character of Galadriel is likewise the guardian of a water vessel from which is revealed all possibilities for the future, good news or bad. The goddesses of the dawn and rainbow, Eos and Iris, respectively, are both messenger deities who brought the good news and are both, too, depicted eternally holding pitchers.

The weird thing is when I pasted todays posting onto the online site the date 1986 popped up for no real reason. It is so terribly strange since that is the year when we met all the friends who are now impacting our life. Things I can write about: I can already be putting together text blocks per estate. I can already be articulating the pendant program and pinpointing the elements needed to do this or that. I have to figure out how and why to keep A. in the picture. The healing isn’t coming easy this time. This time the pain is real real real.

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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Capricorn 20° (January 11)

S. wants to meet for lunch to talk about what’s going on. It is a very good question but not one I’m apparently ready to answer. I am in a mood and it isn’t a good one. Things will fall apart but I will have no idea just how much. It’s just one of those things on the one hand and yet it really must mark a turning point. My plaid bag and blue scarf will be the casualties. I need to call Emile to see if the latter might be there. I know the former has been scattered to the four winds. Why this bothers me more than any other aspect of this day is behind me because it is basically a plastic bag and there are elements of my actual life in peril and yet I must endow the small things, I suppose, with the big because the big are just too big to cope with? Something like that.

The planetary ruler of Aquarius is Uranus, the original sky god of the Universe. Just as Sagittarius is ruled by king Jupiter, followed by Capricorn, which is ruled by his father Saturn, so too do we go back a generation, in turn, to his father Uranus, as we move forward into the sign of Aquarius. Uranus is the personification of the stars, the heavens, just as the fixed-air sign of Aquarius is represented by the star—the Star card in the Tarot depicts the Waterbearer. To the ancients, the stars were divine beings, in the form of constellations, and so it follows that the grand daddy of the gods comprised that vast starry Universe of all his progeny. The motto of Aquarius is “I Know,” and the Universe represents omniscience. It is from it that we receive glimpses in the form of revelation, when we are worthy or ready or both. The lofty stars paradoxically provided knowledge of earthly placement, in the here and now, especially for seafarers. In this way the stars were the bearers of souls over the water. When mythical Uranus was deposed, cast down by his son, Saturn, he fertilized the sea, from whence Venus, goddess of love emerged. We can remember that, even in times of deepest disappointment or dis-aster (meaning the dissipation of the stars) the result can be a resurgence love, especially the self sort, in our lives

The New Moon in Aquarius initiates a period of emotional freedom and detachment. We can and should let go of ties that bind too tightly, along with possessiveness and jealousy—a ritual releasing on that theme can be quite powerful (we suggest lighting a purple candle). Alternatively, the New Aquarian Moon cosmically assists us in making emotional commitments to ideologies and causes and to the large groups and organizations that champion them. It is a powerful moment to divest emotion to people in general, if not humanity as a whole, along with the animal and plant populations. One powerful Aquarian archetype is (the sister-wife of Uranus, the namesake of the sign’s planetary ruler): Gaia, who is the divine embodiment of the Earth itself. Environmental issues do indeed effect us all. On a lighter note, it’s a great time to network on a global scale and to send your ideas and projects out into the ether. Aquarius is symbolized by wavelengths—the sign is air, remember, not water—so it’s time to infiltrate the Zeitgeist.

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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Capricorn 19° (January 10)

It’s a bit of a tetchy morning and I will wait too long to eat, taking myself to Cecconi for some chicken paillard before we have a client session for ninety minutes to two hours. Then Alice will come over and we will look at some more designs and make our notes; she says she had a lousy day, I forget why exactly. Anyway, we decide to go to the Grocery for some wine and cheese which is not very much like us, especially as we have a dinner date with Susanne. Something about the dinner at Emile triggers me and I’m not sure why but I get very emotional without explanation. I’m still wondering what that was all about. I think I’m feeling sadness surrounding not having children as I have such real affection for her boy. I know it is something like that. Plus the passing of time and all the unfulfilled promises. And of course all the rejection I feel I’ve been experiencing beginning at the end of last year, which is carrying over through to now. It is a Full Moon. It is a Pluto conjunct Saturn thing. It is all of it. And I suppose the cosmos is working my nerves harder than even usual. I want to make some drastic changes in my life that much is for certain. But where to begin. We shall see.

The transition from Capricorn to Aquarius is, in simple terms, a shift from the old guard to the avant guard. Capricorn is steeped in culture, tradition and social mores that are worth preserving for all time; while Aquarius is about breaking out of outmoded structures, innovation, and the shock of the new. Though opposite energies in many ways, they work in tandem to keep the past and the future in synch. Capricorn is the cardinal-earth sign whose symbol is the mountain, and Aquarius is the fixed-air sign, that translates to the stars or heavens. In most mythologies, the throne of the gods sits atop some mountain, a terrestrial seat from whence divine powers of the universe are received. Capricorn urges us to the pinnacle of earthy beingness, as it is from the vantage point of our most elevated selves that we glimpse truest cosmic revelation, and receive the manna that Aquarius represents.

The time corresponding to Aquarius is that of deepest winter. Whereas Capricorn began at solstice and involved seasonal revelry then resolutions made, Aquarius is about what revelations have come to bear, as a result, and what sense of renewal we might feel, thus far, in driest January. The o.g. waterbearer to the Olympian gods was Hebe, goddess of youth, who poured out the nectar that kept the gods juicy and eternally juvenated. At this time, we aren’t now so concerned with who we’ve been, and any changes needing making; now we arethe change, and we already have a renewed sense of ourselves and what the future of this year might bring. As we see the days getting longer, we feel on the dawn of a new era. Like Hebe, the goddess of the dawn, Eos, and the goddess of the rainbow, Iris, are all “descending goddesses” who had a special love for mortals, to whom they would descend in hopes of raising them up. So, just as we might be high on our positively altered states, we should remember to bring the good news of our own personal revelations to others, so they might likewise feel as lovingly renewed as we do.

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

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