Capricorn 8° (December 30)

 

Up at five o’clock and in an Uber by six to get to Euston station to catch the train to Edinburgh. That was fine although one had the sense that the “first class” service wasn’t exactly up to its usual speed; still, each time I travel anywhere in Europe or in the U.K. I am reminded of just how disfunctional American life, and its so-called private and social services, truly is. Euston Station compared with the horrific Penn Station; Heathrow vs. JFK. Please. Did a bunch of writing and scheming and such and by the time we got to Edinburgh we were ready to get off the train. Only to have to get on another one in just over an hour’s time. It was rainy outside so just as well that we stayed inside Waverly; but the train from there up to Pitlochry was seriously unfun. I see where Jo might have got her idea for the mean trolley lady. We were starving and tried to get to the café car, or rather S. did; only the trolley lady was already heading our way and wouldn’t let her of any othe passengers get by, which made no sense because there were plenty of spaces/opportunities to let a person pass. S. and the other passengers gave up thinking that they would get to the café car once trolley crunt had passed. But troll-y, who wasn’t Scottish but some kind of eastern European with snail blood was determined to block anybody. Finally, finally, when the journey was nearly over she went passed and S. got to the café car, but by then it had run out of food. This was a bad sitcom episode. We bought some crisps and other sundries and grumbled it down. We got off at Pitlochry where the taxi awaited us and drove us about twenty minutes to Aberfeldy. The reception was one and same with the restaurant bar; we checked in and asked if the LLBs had yet to arrive. They just had. We got to our room and I saw a text beckoning us to come to them for a drink. We wore our coats thinking we would stop by and then go for the walk we planned to take. Well that didn’t happen. They poured me a gin tonic and I went down to get S. a wine. Our room seemed fine but the LLB’s had something more of a suite, so we inquired about moving but the hotel was fully committed. We drank and then decided not to wait for our seven forty five reservation, but to instead go down and have an early bird special which our advancing age now affords us.

The food was surprisingly good. Laurence orded an Argentinian Malbec much to my consternation. Not so fast. I explored oher options on he menu and decided to concede which turned out to be a wise thing because we ended up drinking several bottles of the stuff and (spoiler alert) walk up feeling fine the next day. I had a beef madras and S. had the bang bang chicken. We had some kind of starter which excapes me now writing this days on. After dinner the shenanigans really began. We sent back to the LLB suite and spent another four hours talking, laughing, recalling and bringing up showtunes to which we could sing along in turn. I had no idea that the LLB’s were wont to go there, so it was so fun and expressive and such a laugh. I went down for another bottle. We have video of singing numbers Evita, Ricky Horror, Cabaret, Hair and there were surely more that we didn’t catch on “film.” I am struck by how easy it is to be with these two. They have always been exactly this, which means to say that, at twenty, they were comparatively grand delusional (because we didn’t know what they knew: that they were going to fulfill the destiny of being household names, for starters). I truly love them. And I suppose it might be considered ironic, in the end, that they are in fact the most authentic, genuine people I know. They have a grandson now who is three and whom they love so much. They live on a sort of family compound out in the country and it sounds so wonderful. As the non-breeders in the troop, there are times when tales of family dynamics and so forth really do impart a kind of sadness—not too, too often thus far in life, still more and more as time goes on. But any pangs of jealousy aside (because it’s not really that, never that) it just sounds so grand and scruffy all at that same time to be living with two daughters and their partners and a grandchild (with more to come) and cats and dogs and chickens and whatever other kind of livestock they might have floating around them. And in the end, I think Laurence has emerged as the most menschlike of us all, despite his fame and flights of fancy. I do truly love these people I must say. Even more so now I know that we can fall into home karaoke at the drop of a jazz hand.

 

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 7° (December 29)

 

Got a late lazy today after faffing about. Went to Camden Passage and had late breakfast at Brother Marcus which was probably the most amazing morning meal I’ve even had in my life. Bought some salmon and spinach and potatoes and some wine for dinner we are making for Hen and Dot. Nerves are on adge it seems ut hopefully that will settle down in the coming weeks. Got ourselves packed for the journey tomorrow and feeling worlds more optimistic but I will be put through a physical ringer in the coming days with a pretty active social calendar characterized by late nights. It’s getting a bit weird, Andy. I want so much to have a relaxing time but also a kick-ass productive one. I am caught in this balance between past and future, left hanging out to dry by recent events, really, hoping for some kind of reprieve. I do not want to spend this year playing catch up to myself. My signal is too slow to hang on social media. I want to promote our products but I want to do so in a way that doesn’t seem tacky. I simply want to let folks know what we’ve got cooking, so much of what we do being calendar sensitive. I will learn from L who constantly, at dinner, referred to the gayness of a certain young person I know, that there was apparently an incident wherein or whereby my friend was self-abusing. Considering the source I’m not sure I can trust that this is true.

I do think some young people these days have more failure in launching. I also think that we are now seeing in the west what we saw in Asia, Japan especially, where young people have all but stopped having sex and seem quite asexual if anything. I really don’t know what (or who) to believe. But they seem so convinced of it all. I wonder if this isn’t why there is an undercurrent of negative energy floating around the family. And I will end up telling LLB in response about the incident with the two boys at the birthday party and we might all agree that, if there was any question about identity for my young friend, then he might feel ashamed and actually quite scred to be who he is. I will wake up tomorrow morning, in advance of this conversation, synchronistically, thinking a passing thought: That I should tell my young friend that if he wished to declare himself that he should know how much we love him. But I will end up thinking, after dinner tomorrow, that this might not be as true as I’d like to imagine.

Though I have written quite a lot I only have about two hours left of the train journey (I’m currently on) to record all that has transpired over the last, now, five days. Damn, I still have five days to fill in here. This is not an auspicious way to begin the new year perhaps. I need to fall into one of those incredible modes where the words just fall out of my fingers as if coming through one of those machines recording stock market results. Slow and steady but without interruption, perhaps. I am moving backward and forward through time here today and doing my level best not to just sound like I’m saying any old shit. I’m also on alert for being so revealing as to cause any kind of unkindness.

 

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 6° (December 28)

 

Stayed in this morning and watched a bunch of Lost in Space; I feel I should because Parker is in it. It isn’t that great and Bill Mumy is in it for a thankless minute. S. went out to get a pedicure and picked up some soup for lunch. Henry and Dorothy returned home pretty early. We got a little of this and that done. S. thought maybe she had lost her scarf. We went and bought a couple of bottles of champers because we are going out to dine tonight with A. and F. We will put out the rest of the cheese and so forth and head to Moro where, after those champers, we will polish off some red wine to boot. This is all fine and good because it is coming to a necessary close after the new year. I can’t remember a holiday season where we have partied so much. I am not complaining it’s been really fun but I’m sort of over it. But I liked F. and it was a very jolly time. I need to go through my last year’s calendar and get some of our very important information flowing. I want to get my ideas moving and rolling out and otherwise cut losses on that which isn’t working. But that’s what the first fortnight of the new year will be all about. I am in part accounting for what happened on this actual day but also writing from a a week on since it. So it is one of those times when I will be making salads from these entries over the next several days. Speaking of salad, there is coming a time very soon when I will live on nothing other than. When I see Laurence in the coming days he will sing the praises of Keto, which isn’t so much a stress for me to adopt, diet-wise. We shall see. There is something so inspiring about this time of year, whether or not you can participate fully or not in the power of renewal. You may have heard me speak about what we call “second semester” which refers back to our last year of undergrad when, upon returning to university to finish up that leg of schooling, we went into a sort of ascetic mode. It was very good for the soul (not to mention the skin and waistline) and this is very much the spirit in which I will meet this new decade. Anyway, there are some weirdnesses to work through and I’m determined to see that I do. Okay time to glance back at the last year:

Just chucked a whole bunch of receipts into my last year planner. I will catch up on my banking over the weekend before we head to Shoreditch. Purity is a renewable resource. That was a bit of something I found on an index card. I had written the words also: The Alchemist, get the lead out.Also Wave inroad. Not sure what that means. And: A few things we realize in the process of bridging more into personal developmet while still being recognizable to our readers. Also: Why is it that we are celebrated amonst our peers in journalism, in design, by the media, touted by our astrological peers, ever the more so and of course to our hundreds of thousands of readers, but from publishers we get no love/respect.It is a very good question. Mid January last year we were already meeting up with Tim B whom we had seen at the PAAM gala a couple months before. It got the ball rolling. Stil nothing ever came of the collaboration. We have options on that front and I’m going to remain completely open to what might occur. I shudder to think about having gone through with that. And yet I feel just as queasy considering what did roll out. I have to keep my attitude super positive and try to vibrate at as high a level as I might. I think it is very important for catching the right opportunities at this point. I very much fancy the idea of working on something the LLBs. Jackie, it turns out, has all the same weirdy things I have including the vertigo and the driving over bridges thing. I am thinking of this ecause I’m sitting here on the train with someone angled diagonally at me, holding a device, the corner of which is pointing in my direction. I have had this thing since childhood: I feel as if my eye is being pocked out by the object, even though it is held a good number of inches away from me. I knew someone when I was very small called Richard Rosen who got his eye poked out by the corner of a table. I think I might have been in the room when it happened. They are serving cold drinks on the train but I am trying to let the moment pass without having to have one. But it aint easy with this pokey thing happening.

 

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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