Pisces 19° (March 9)

Paris, Day Forty Six of Sixty. And Day Eighteen of Bikram. Nearly two thirds the way through! Anyway I wanted to get right back to where I was on Saturday, sitting with Stella, at the Café du Marche, which has these red tables. We shared some red wine and sparkling water, in a red bottle, and she was wearing a poppy red shirt. I was seeing red in the best way. No Saturday has been this pure a Saturday in distant memory. Remember Saturdays? I don’t think I’ve felt like this since the early 1990s and I’m not so sure I didn’t have preoccupations then that would have prevented the purity of emotion on this day. We had done our exercise, we had eaten caviar omelets, we had walked three or four miles through Paris and now we were seated, in the late afternoon sipping wine and water and ordering some soup and frites and fried nuggets of fresh cod. As mentioned, the people watching was epic. Everybody was an Arbus who lived in the neighborhood, wearing clothes from forty years ago, and walking their dogs, grabbing last minute alimentaries from the market, some in slippers. We had p’tit cafés and set back out and strolled to Avenue Bosquet and down toward the river. There was this sort of designer hock shop with an Hermes section. We didn’t go in but it was duly noted. It felt a bit warmer out. We turned right onto rue de L’U and strolled the greige world of old and new buildings that characterizes this bit of the quartier. There is the Erik Satie center and some consulat that are modern and respectively (and sometimes at once) very cool and an eye sore. We zigged to the quai and zagged past the American Church and strolled across the pont des Invalides, noticing how flooded the Seine was—two boys were trying to ride their bikes through it—later on the TV news we would see an emission about it warning people about getting washed away by the current—hope they were ok—I suppose we might have heard if not (then again we don’t really watch or read the news).

It was more than just warmer we decided. It was suddenly the return of the chaleur of Spring, for real. There was no more chill in the air. As we crossed the river coming upon the Petit and Grand Palais, and through gardens that were connecting this last bit of the Champs Élyssées to the Tuilleries, it suddenly dawned on us, in a field of flowers and blossoming trees, that we had indeed turned that corner. We crossed the Place de la Concorde and diagnaled toward the carousel in the twightlight to take some pictures and out of the garden, crossed Rivoli, up Castiglioni, making a right onto St. Honore. It had been apparent how empty everywhere is. It was Saturday night and there were hardly any people or cars and even strolling on this narrow, usually crowded rue, it was sparse of humans and the prevailing sound was that conversational birds who seemed to be saying good night and celebrating this sense of returning Spring all at once. We had an easy time slipping through the gallery at Palais Royale and through Place des Victoires down Etienne Marcel. We thought maybe we’d go up toe Bretagne and Barav, so we did another diagonal northeast along Tiquetonne, but it actually parallels Etienne Marcel and empties out on Turbigo just where it meets Sebastapol. Here though, between that large road and rue Beaubourg, we did a little exploring—rue du Bourg Abbé, across Saint-Martin, then Montmorency over to Temple and down to get some wine and water and crackers at the fromage lady. And so we had a picnic: celery and radish and taziki and cheeses and fruit, a delicious organic Sancerre and a usual red. It was pretty heavenly. We fell asleep watching Grace and Frankie which is the worst TV show but the best sleep aid. And after being awakened by outside noise and upstairs creaking, I fell into bed and slept until seven thirty, enough time to slowly get ready for a nine o’clock Bikram with Martine, the smiling torturer, in a very difficult class. After that we grabbed some fish and a few veggies and came home and had (second day in a row) caviar omelets with chive and crème fraiche and a green salad, and I continue to get my soup moving. I wrote through a great many thoughts here while making a fresh spinach soup. And by that time I was ready for a nice little stroll. To be clear Martine’s yoga class was yesterday. Not to be confused with the one taught today by Marine.

I woke up today feeling as if all this exercise is working on me deeply, not just physically but emotionally as well. Last night ended on a tetchy note with a day-long conversation about the failing internet being too much for me to continue. I made a lovely salmon with avocado and roasted tomato and salad, a spinach soup that we will eat today, and a pear compote that I put on yoghurt this morning. We did a bunch of shopping for supplies, water mainly, which we are drinking by the gallons as the hot yoga continues. I keep saying to myself that I will take it easy in class but I never do. I had this urge to look up Gertrude Stein and found that the Salon is on rue de Fleurus. We will have to have a Gertrude Stein day. Tonight we have a rezzie at Le Mazemay on rue de Montmorency, after a California client and chat with potential publisher Hachette. I still cannot believe that Anna has not been in touch with us. Or Jackie for that matter. Something is truly amiss here. Anyway not my problem. I’m going to be doing a great bit of self promo as time unfolds and I’m going to let all the answers come in today. I’ve initiated a plan to go by Merci as I have yet to go there. We will do so after a lunch of soup. Which we did. We didn’t buy anything but we had a citron tart and some coffee and then went to Maison Plisson for some vinegar, oat milk and wine. You know, the three major food groups. It is the Supermoon today and things feel very odd outside. I’m going to stop here and tell you more tomorrow.

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

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox

Pisces 18° (March 8)

Paris, Day Forty Five of Sixty. And Day Seventeen of Bikram. Time is really flying. Anyway I’ll get more into my feelings in just a bit. But let me finish telling you what I was telling you where I left off yesterday…

So here we were yesterday at the Café du Marche and the parade of Arbus characters never stopped. I had long ago articulated my feelings on her work and how she managed to capture something so extraordinary, which was the ordinary becoming the grotesque. Her work happened at a time when you would walk around and on the streets you would encounter mostly older people still hanging onto an outmoded way of dress and overall self-presentation. Her subjects so often were like moldering dolls or marionettes forgotten and found in a truck in the attic. The world was in transition and the relics were still about, walking around, zombie like, unaware that time was almost finished leaving them behind. Well I think what I learned on our walk from the fourth to the fifth to the sixth to the seventh whereupon we installed ourselves in our favorite market café was that: we are in a point in our history where this is all happening again. It makes me want to grab my camera and return on this walk at the exact time next week and see what images I might capture. That part of the seventh is filled with aging folks (makes one think there might be some available apartments coming up—I’m just kidding—not really). I didn’t take any pictures yesterday, though, weirdly. I guess I wasn’t in the head. I mentioned passing these two red-headed older twin ladies dressed in an eccentric style, part Colette, part Vivienne Westwood. I did ask S. if she thought it was polite to go back and ask to take their photo—she said I could make it a flattering gesture—I don’t think I had it in me to be nuanced and not invasive so I chickened. Out. I like the word gesture suddenly. I used to like reading Gertrude Stein. Her words made me happy in their spare absurdity.

Invading thoughts: It might be a good idea to go back to the very beginning of my Blagues and this might be something of a brilliant idea: actually let me put this into words others might quite understand. Hello All. I don’t know if you know this but: I have been writing a daily blog for the past five years. It is called the Cosmic Blague (blaguemeans joke in French) and it was originally intended as a catalyst for drawing out stories from my life, which has been filled with extraordinary synchronicities, so-called coincidences, indisputable divine interventions and, yes, moments when I seem to have been the butt of the Universe’s joke, all such experience which  Kate Bush tunefully called the “strange phenomenon.” I began writing my Blague with the start of thenew astrological year, on the Spring Equinox, 2015, a time when I was feeling more than a bit kicked to the curb by the Cosmos. I wanted a daily ritual of accomplishment and I wanted to tap my well of storytelling but I had a hard time starting. So I gave myself some specific inspiration. In astrology, each of the twelve signs encompasses thirty degrees of the Zodiac adding up to 360 degrees of this cosmic circle, corresponding (close enough) to the 356/6 days of the year. Some time ago, an astrologer and a seer channeled what are called the Sabian Symbols to express the individual nature of each of the Zodiac’s 360 degrees. So, year one, I mused on these symbols, to inspire thoughts I could type down, not only on the symbols themselves but also as a trigger for the personal stories from my experience that I wanted to relate. That was year one. In the years between then and now the Blague took on many forms and expressed a number of purposes. Sometimes it inspired incredible creative flow. Other times it made me feel super locked up and I would find other ways to keep going, including using it as a personal journal, a platform for other writing I had to do—shows, book proposals, articles, branding concepts—or as a way to vent and even gossip about people, places and things, though disguised for the most part—sometimes I would accidentally name folks (woops, that wasn’t good, especially when I got called out). There were spates when it just got really deconstructed and a bit Dada, but I kept going. So here, as I start the sixth year of daily writing I have decided on another way to trick myself into being prolific enough: I’m going to start reading my Blague entries (which I’ve never done) five a day—If I read that many I will have read them all by the end of this next year—and I’m going to cut and paste the best bits for each day’s entry, while writing new thoughts that stem from doing just that. Let’s call it taking inventory of my thoughts to date and “development” of any work that might warrant it. I have a great deal of other writing on my plate this year and won’t have a lot of free time for my Blague (sometimes I would spend hours a day on this); and so if I get really in the weeds with other work, these simple cut and pastes can function as re-runs with a little introduction by yours truly. This has been a really worthwhile process for me and, in typical woo-woo fashion, I will say: I think that by keeping on writing as I have done, mainly, for myself, even though other writing gigs or deals mightn’t have been forthcoming, that I created a magnetic force field to attract other opportunities to me. Because, as I say, it is going to be a busy year. That said I have not promoted this Blague at all, hardly. At first I was posting my postings to a Facebook page, but I stopped doing that. I may again; who knows. Anyway, just letting you know what’s what and hopefully, as I distill the Blague this year to highlight what I perceive to be the “best of” what I’ve done in the past, it might warrant other readers beside myself!

That was a long invading thought…so I think I will stretch the original story about our walk on Saturday into tomorrow’s Blague entry as well. Such a Saturday it was….

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!
Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox

Pisces 17° (March 7)

Paris, Day Forty Four of Sixty. And Day Sixteen of Bikram. So I have reached the summit of my thirty day challenge. So the trick is to not die or injure myself during the next fifteen days and to make this part of my lifestyle. I didn’t get enough sleep last night so I’m a little wonky. Got up at dawn and cleaned up and made some soup and got some necessary wording drafted and so forth. We have another publisher interested (which isn’t really that interesting to us) and I know it is making us feel like why so much interest in this go round while we didn’t have any to speak of in the last. It’s always the more meh places that are the most high maintenance I feel. And we still will get to the bottom of the Harper fiasco, that is a promise I have made to myself. I wrote this last night in response to an editor asking what we’ve been doing since we last published a book.

Since the publication of our last book, we have focused on our private international clientele. Due to the economic downturn a decade ago and the general purging of horoscope columns from magazines, we decided to focus on  areas of our business where decision making about us was 100% determined by us. We would appear on TV and radio (most notably as recurring guests on Chelsea Handler’s show) and we wrote and performed our own shows at Joe’s Pub at The Public Theater, at A.R.T. in Cambridge and other places. Stella got a Masters in Psychology, Quinn started a non-profit performance festival. We began publishing our own yearly horoscope guides and otherwise focused on our work, theories and study. We wanted a new book idea to bubble up organically from our work with clients, and thus bridge into personal development. We have seen our private consultancy thrive and are now based in Paris as well as the U.S.. We are also in the process of fully launching a fine jewelry collection (which originated as a capsule creative concept a decade ago). We decided to publish our Haute Astrology ebooks under our own steam while we have seen the sales of our first two books grow in the recent past (as astrology has become more popular in the zeitgeist and a younger generation of writers/astrologers credit Starsky + Cox for having ushered in this new “mysticore” and “now age” movement. We have been credited with inspiring Eleanor Catton, specifically, in writing her Booker Prize winning novel, The Luminaries and there is another work in the pipeline from a major author who will also be crediting us. Recently, Starsky + Cox have been approached to consult a major TV production company in the creation of a new scripted show, their second book Cosmic Coupling being optioned in the process.

Mostly, I’m going to super back off today. I will do my yoga, have a caviar omelet (annoyingly the guys at the produce stand failed to put chives we bought into our bag and I really wanted that flavor in my omelet). We will have a salad in any case. And then we are going to put on sneakers and head out for a long, long walk to the 7eme where we can end up having a little something at the Cafe du Marche, if they are open today that is…..I’m picking up the thread! I found some chives on the way home from yoga. I think the word is ciboulette, so that will be the word of the day. I am not going to give up the momentum of being here on this side of the pond. We came back and had those omelets with a salad and then got ready to head out. The trick is always avoiding some of the larger, more crowded parts of town, like rue du Rivoli and also anywhere around Notre Dame or Saint Michel. So we are going to go east to go west and cross the Ile St. Louis near Pont Louis Phillipe and come out at Maubert and take St. Germain to rue Bonaparte and then rue de L’U. all the way to Palais Bourbon and then get onto St. Dominique. As we enter the old hood I get such a Proustian wave it is incredible. It has of course often happened when I’ve revisited this primal place in Paris for me. I immediately taste Dunhill cigarettes inside my head. Our gorgeous old hotel is no longer itself—it was the Hotel St. Domenico and now it is the Saint Dominque and has no flavor. The same with our once favorite of all restaurants Thoumieux which has been redecorated and has a Michelin star and looks just awful. They had these super seventies rooms in the hotel upstairs—the bar as you entered the restaurant doubled as the place to leave and get your keys, typically from the matronly hostess (who was probably the mother of) or the owner M. Bausselert, forever wearing his leather waistcoat. Anyway the rooms were probably the equivalent of eighty euro and now they are five hundred a night. That is almost what one would pay at the Meurice or something. Ridiculous. Otherwise the quartier has changed very little. We head direct to one of our favorite places, the Café du Marche on the rue Clerc. The food is good but mainly it is just the most weekend-people-watching place you can imagine. Meanwhile, starting on the Boulevard St. Germaine I said to S. that I feel like everyone looks like a Diane Arbus. And once I said it we both kept noticing how this perspective was unfolding, taking hold. It culminated, once we crossed passed Invalides, at a corner café-tabac where there were two big elderly ladies with bright red hair, twins no doubt, dressed in brightly colored multilayered outfits, with hats, they’ve certainly have had since the late seventies or eary eighties. Walking down our old rue, just passed our old hotel and fave Thoumieux, a vintage red sportscar pulled out onto Saint Dominique and it was the same one we spotted, and which I photographed, back home here in the Marais two weekends ago (or was it last week) with the same young driver tearing along. At that moment, my iphone sort of vibrated in my hand for no apparent reason and it was exactly 3:33, which is our familiar and constant magic time and number. Not sure what message we were being sent, exactly, but the number represents the muses who number nine—it is also the triple goddess in triplicate—all of them being female archetypes of the current sign of Pisces, ruled by Neptune with its trident.

I suppose I can finish this blow by blow tomorrow…..

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

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox

Pisces 16° (March 6)

Paris, Day Forty Three of Sixty. And Day Fifteen of Bikram. I went alone today and had Jeanne as teacher. S. went off to meet Dr. Kimberly who is here from Milan express to discuss all social media concerns. When I got back from class I was pretty wiped. I had a bit of spicy soup and then we went food shopping which is one of the funnest things to do in France; I mean that sincerely. Especially when it involves cheese. I still have a lot on my mind and I’m feeling kind of unsettled. Apporter and amener are about “venir” or bringing, people and things respectively. Emporter and emener are all about “aller” and thus taking people and things, respectively. A bouquin is something one reads for pleasure and is something informal. A livre is more formal. The verbs are lire and bouqiner. Anyway, we then went for a café at Terre and got a text that G. was at La Fronde. We headed over and I got a weird vibe from the staff which is typically much more friendly; and all I could think was woops did I get weird there last night. I hope not. I had dinner alone and drank a bottle of wine myself. I was so exhausted I didn’t even remember ordering dessert until a copy of my receipt jogged my memory and then of course I did. I came upstairs and crashed out completely I didn’t even hear S. come back from dinner with G. who was supposed to be too busy to hang out today. It was her last day of work but they sort of kicked her out of the showroom as everyone but the press office people who live in Paris had gone back to Antwerp and the ones based here wanted to close up shop for the weekend. So G. came upstairs and wrote her sales orders by hand; and I unpacked all the groceries and cleaned the kitchen and did a little bit of work.

We headed out around seven thirty taking Etienne Marcel all the way through the Place des Victoires and down Richelieu and Moliere to Cibus where Cricket was taking us for dinner. I love places like this when someone else is footing the bill. It reminds me of Dave back in the day except for the fact that Dave had disgusting food and this place was really quite yummy. But it’s all smoke and mirrors nonetheless. The Napolitano chef Elio is quite a character who comes around and basically tells you what you’re going to eat. Or rather what he has on hand for you. The appetizers are all easily assembled trattoria style stuff, and really quite good. I had a sea urchin pasta which was exactly that: a plate of plain pasta with one tiny sea urchin on a shell. It didn’t quite mix in and though the pasta was perfectly cooked store bought variety, it had zero zing to it. The place was filled with weird fancy folks, strange sort of mafia feeling couples speaking Italian and young, loud fashion types—bearded straight guys I’d say although who can tell in France. It was definitely a scene, at least in the minds of the other patrons. It was really fun and we played along. But again, if I were just out for the night with S. on a date I wouldn’t be able to work so hard to stroke the ego of the owner who never shows a menu but certainly shows up with a bill. In short it is the kind of place that could only exist in the 1ere arrondissement of Paris and nowhere else. Even though the place would have opened in 2002, there was something completely 1992 about it. We sort of got to talking about business but then again not really. I’m going to have to be really blunt and say something like this, oh dear:

Thanks again for a fantastic evening—it was so much fun. So to confirm what all we discussed: I have managed to switch things around and I can focus these next two weeks on getting the words moving for the branding and press. I’m envisioning a number of blocks of text on the themes I originally outlined and will be using a guide. Of course there will be a singular bio. There will be text that speaks to your/company’s philosophy and then there will be text focused on the actual product itself which would be pretty much informed by whatever imagery you simultaneously come up with for the brand packet. We will also address the store and the curation angle.

I think it all needs to be beefy enough to start and, depending on how you see this—as a folding item or as a loose-leaf package of pages that can be clipped or fastened or even tied with a ribbon—that is for you to decide. We had talked about your collecting any collateral from other designers and such that you thought might be inspiriting. If you have things like that you want to scan and send me it will give me an idea of what your planning for the overall package and how words are incorporated into the overall design. And again, when it comes to the nutsy boltsy bits focused on the clothes I will write more mood and descriptions with those images in front of me so that the words and images connect. I will also draft a first press release on the store. So gather your thoughts and any collateral you have to send and let me know your budget for this so I can plan the work (and work the plan!) with that clearly in mind.

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!
Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox

Pisces 15° (March 5)

Paris, Day Forty Two of Sixty. And Day Fourteen of Bikram. I woke up at the crack after really only three hours of sleep but I felt energized so I quietly cleaned the kitchen and packed my yoga bag. S. got up. Actually she wasn’t sleeping apparently but when she saw me writing agent back she came through where A. was sleeping in the second salon. A. can apparently sleep through anything. We had some coffee and set off for yoga, where Martine was the teacher. Martine is the hardest teacher but I think I also like her the best. It was surely difficult and I am struggling as I edge up to the halfway point in my thirty classes in thirty days challenge. But you just have to cycle through it. I am pretty much doing all the postures now. I am only backing off on standing head to knee because it could be a trigger for injury. When I go tomorrow I will tell the teacher I’m just about at my limit which I am. We now have three publishers interested. I heard back from the branding project and I think I budgeted too much. So we will just dial it all back and see what’s what. I had a feeling that I might have been asking for too much but S. thinks it’s best that I have set that precedent but we shall see. After class I did some writing. It is now clear to me that my neck, ear, throat issues are all the same thing and that the yoga is really bringing it all out. This is a good thing. I really have to sit down and figure out when I’m going to be able to do what. I’m going to have to move up the branding work and take something off the schedule. I would also like a weekend to go through all my receipts and see what’s what. Also I think I need a couple weeks off, now, to be honest. I’m going to redo my calendar and work on other stuff. I think we are having second thoughts about being in London give the virus scare. It really is quite a huge thing. S. is having dinner in the hood with Griet; I did some water and wine shopping and I’m just sitting here wondering what to do with my time. I will go around the corner then have dinner by myself at La Fronde because I haven’t eaten enough raw meat apparently. I really need to rethink what I’m doing with all of this but it’s okay. I will sit down and look at the calendar.

It’s stupid to sit here in any case and struggle to think of things to say. I’m much better off getting on with things another way. I brought these French books here but haven’t read them. I think I will try and stash them somewhere in the house. Otherwise I’ll just pack them up and bring them back. I do think I will have more stuff now going home. And I would like to do a little shopping. We shall see. I’m so sad to leave and yet at the same time I’m worried about getting stuck here. I’m looking at my school note book and on the first day of class I wrote: “Maybe you can start a totally new course and have your fee go to that,” in reaction to S. thinking she was too advanced for the class which it ended up she wasn’t. Une grotte is a cave in nature. Une cave es ten dessous de la maison. Rencontrer is the first time you. LLL is writing me. I think Se voir apres the premiere recontre. Words with tion endings are always feminine and words with ment endings are always masculine. I was reading this today:

From Edward Rubin on Chanel:

Today’s selection — from Condé Nast by Susan Ronald.
Coco Chanel and World War II:

“In 1923, Misia, the Russian-born wife of the painter Jose Maria Sert, ruled the heart of Parisian bohe­mian society. Misia was also the inseparable friend of Coco Cha­nel. She boosted Chanel’s rise to the dizzy heights as czarina of the Paris fashion world, with her low-waisted, brief-skirted, and ‘infinitely graceless chemise frock.’ But Chanel’s real genius be­gan with the use of simple fabrics like jersey, felt berets, and straw hats, reminiscent of Chanel’s childhood in the French coun­tryside. So, when Chanel hit upon this nostalgic note, it caught on. Essentially Chanel was a milliner, and wearing a Chanel hat during wartime became a show of patriotism. Through her long affair with ‘Bendor,’ Hugh Grosvenor, duke of Westminster, she became accepted among the British upper crust just as she had with the Parisian beau monde who wintered on the Riviera. Cha­nel elbowed aside Poiret, just as he had given Jeanne Paquin the push. But when Chanel disembarked from Bendor’s yacht, Flying Cloud, ‘brown as a cabin boy,’ she shattered the last of the Vic­torian taboos and introduced her longest-lasting fashion — the suntan. …
“[Later, in World War II when Paris was threatened by the invasion of Germany,] when there was no immediate bombardment of Paris, … ‘Paul Rey­naud, [the French] Treasury Minister, broadcasted a speech … in which he asked all non-mobilized people and the wives of the mobilized to do the impossible and reopen their shops or trades. He said it was the duty of all who could work and had not gone into the army, to help bring back money to France.’ … Coco Chanel notoriously resisted the call to return to work by closing her entire business in response to the declaration of war. Why, when others like the Italian couturier Schiaparelli and the Spaniard Balenciaga announced midseason collections? That sum­mer Edna [Woolman Chase] had seen Chanel at Solange d’Ayen’s home. Edna thought Chanel looked nervous and depressed. Chanel admitted,’I’m afraid, madame, I’m afraid.’ What Edna hadn’t known was why Chanel seemed so afraid. Since 1938, Chanel, a notorious anti-Semite, had been the lover of the Nazi spy Baron Hans von Dincklage.

Illustration shows a woman, possibly Coco Chanel, wearing a large hat with feathers, shooting at large white birds with a rifle; two dogs labeled “French Milliner” place the dead birds on a pile at her feet.
“Dincklage, an Abwehr (military intelligence) agent, had been resident in France since 1933 as part of Hitler’s silent army of cul­tural spies working to influence France’s right-wing intelligentsia. Chanel’s pillow talk with Dincklage drifted from her Place Vendome apartment straight to the Nazi foreign minister, Joachim von Ribbentrop, and then on to Hitler. Given Chanel’s prior rela­tionship with the Duke of Westminster, she was deemed a valu­able asset to the Nazi cause. She feared that the Allied forces might defeat Hitler. Then where would she be? At the very least ostracized, and her label worthless. At worst she could be tried for high treason and executed if found guilty. So against any patriotic feelings she undoubtedly had, Chanel hoped for Hitler’s victory. Once the so-called phony war was over the following May, Cha­nel moved into the Ritz — like all good collaborators — with her lover. …
“With the liberation of Paris in August 1944 came access to the French couturiers. Those who stayed in business had done so by agreeing to the Nazi edicts. Chanel, while not making clothes for the Nazis, had been an archcollaborator, and hightailed it for Swit­zerland until the dust settled — which in her case would be 1954. Surprisingly — shockingly, even — Chanel’s collaboration with the enemy didn’t make the American headlines. Instead it was her vi­olation of the General Limitation Order, L-85, by the use of ‘Vo­luminous sleeves, widely flaring skirts, the heavy use of elaborate trimmings.’ The U.S. War Production Board (WPB), uninterested in true collaboration, held Chanel up as an example of extrava­gance.”

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!
Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox

Pisces 14° (March 4)

Paris, Day Forty One of Sixty. And Day Thirteen of Bikram. I went by myself and had Queta as a teacher. Cool name. Class was very good not as hard as Martine’s whose I will take with S. and A. tomorrow (ouch). I came back and got a little bit of writing done. S. had done all the shopping, really. And then A. arrived and we all had a little coffee then walked to lunch at the Little Café. Cote d’agneau. S. had cod. A. a steak and salad. They shared a soupe au marrons. But I just felt weirded out at the idea of three people sharing the steak. Yesterday’s Super Tuesday results plus Chris Matthews resigning, plus the political nightmares plus the virus concerns: it just feels so depressing and dystopian and nearly apocalyptic. And I can tell S. is even more disturbed than I am. We strolled and bought some water and wine then we came back and worked for hours and hours and really made major headway and had certain ideas sorted out, or at least addressed, and we will soon have everything pretty well mapped out I would imagine. Very productive. And then we headed, taking a long wet walk, to the 6eme to some fragrance shop on the rue Bonaparte, then to one of our old 1980s watering holes La Palette for Aperol spritzes. Things got very cranky because the Uber wasn’t showing to pick us up; and we had to walk in the rain; and S. was being a bit urgh. We found a cab but she didn’t like the driver but we had to take it anyway and he was all bent out of shape. I just asked for him to end any conversation which he did. Then we got back to the appt. and I started to make dinner and otherwise put all the hors d’oeuvres and other goodies on the table. Griet showed up slightly early and she and A. got along like a house on fire. I wish I understood that expression. We had lovely radishes and hummus. Then salade with dill and salmon and sautéed tomatoes, followed by a bunch of cheese and chocolate. We started with some champers A. sprung for then moved through many bottles of red wine. G. was so very funny, retelling stories from her early modeling days and we laughed like crazy. After she left, S. went to bed soon after and A. and I stayed up for a bit talking about her private life.

I remember thinking I’m just one of the girls in a way. Sometimes I don’t even know if there are such things as genders. It is way harder to make connections with other men. There is always so much posturing that occurs. Gay men can be different. Straight men have to have a something to bond over. We are both into this sport. We are both like this kind of music. We do this activity. Or some such. It’s quite odd. Otherwise they themselves are folded into what is essentially a matriarchy anyway. Anyway I have some odd musing to do. And none of this will make sense to you but you’re not really here anyway. Estate 7. Libra. Cardinal Air. Light. Scales. Balance. Music. Apollo. Astraea. Evening. Venus. Pink TK. Swans. Laurel. Lyre. White Poplar. Prophesy. High Priestess. Daphne. Order. Peace. I haven’t had a stroke. I’m working through some ideas. And I have come to the conclusion that the original way I perceived this won’t really work. We should tell the story of each estate and then underneath list all the associated items to date. Even those we have yet to do.Perhaps. O. ElementalsSignature Chain :  [description]Suit(e) Chain : Staves (fire), Coins (earth), Swords (air), Cups (water)Stellium KeeperAster : the twelve-pointed star.Orb: crystal elipsed by gold band studded with (begs a question) Precious Stones by Estate. Botanical Wand Charms by Estate. Sign Charms by EstatePlanet Charms by Estate

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!
Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox

Pisces 13° (March 3)

Paris, Day Forty of Sixty. And Day Twelve of Bikram. Though I woke up feeling that perhaps I won’t be able to go. That might change though. I am a bit weezy today and I’m having a mini health scare given the current events. We are putting final wheels in motion on the Mandabach deal which will hopefully be lots of fun. We booked our Eurostar and I confirmed the hotel. Now I need to figure out the Cricket situation. I’m not that good on the money front I don’t feel but I imagine that I will just ask for what I need and hopefully get it. We are meeting J. on Friday in any case. I have no idea what I’ll wear. I’m feeling a bit down still but hopefully coming out of it. We ended up having a little soup and then both went to yoga. It was Michael in French. Then we dropped things off and scared the crap out of Timmie. Then ended up at the Voltigeur for quiches. It was so crowded and we were on top of people and there was a couple with newborn and I was wondering if I would ever bring a new born to a crowded restaurant during fashion week with buyers and others from Asia during this coronavirus scare. I could barely relax myself. I felt super bloated from the gluten and we had Susie coming over for a little session. It is her birthday. We got her some candles. When she left we got directly into a car and went to Dom and Nan’s and had dinner with them and Esther and Theo. Stan said hello and then disappeared and didn’t join us. Theo is really funny. Esther is wonderful as usual S. brought her a bunch of clothes and she seemed really happy. We never not have fun with that family and though we thought we’d leave by eleven it was after midnight before we did.

We laughed pretty hard, especially over:  As S. mentioned, I used to do this thing to her where I would just whistle words at her as if she should know what I’m saying. So I did it to Nan basically which made her laugh pretty hard. There were other funny moments. And as usual we ended up singing. And we had some serious conversation too. For instance I don’t really think they ever knew about my family situation. The next few days will be interesting. We have so much on our plates. I’m imagining that by Thursday we should heal about the deal we are making with a television production company. The people that are representing us in this deal are really going to be helping us as well to get a podcast in the works, so that should be exciting. There are also two different publishers now interested in speaking with us so that should be cool. And the branding project is also out there spinning. So all said, we will return to the states not having really lost any money on this trip. If anything the coffers might be a bit fuller for it. And we will be having a good time, hopefully, working on new and interesting projects. I surely do not need to reinvent any wheels. And we should have a settlement too by summer. So that is the hope, in any case.

I really have to get a handle on my writing schedule because I have been delayed. I want to make sure that I hit all the marks in writing the next round of books and also I have to start working on the written elements of the collection. The good thing is that I’ll be in branding mode, hopefully, if this fashion project comes to pass. I also need to step up my own profile with this very Blague. I do believe it is time to make a go of that. Not having to reinvent the wheel but to certainly represent to the people what this day might be about for the next several weeks and really get a starter kit going based simply on that very thing. Why do any more than muse for a couple of days on what we have said and then spend ten days writing new thoughts as they arise. The process will need to be underway, soon, in any case, and this could be a healthy way to get the ball really moving. That is one idea anyway. I do believe there might be some great benefit in this process. I never ever want to feel that I am behind and so I will try to speed the plow as best I can toward some sense of accomplishment in this. I don’t ever want to get caught off guard. The starter kits alone provide a great amount of information. I will put on my list to review the process I already began on that score and we will work very hard to make that kind of thing happen. I don’t see why I can’t spend an hour a day on this process. In fact I know that I really should. It will also help me in the long run when I sit down to come through everything I have. That is the true purpose of the process. I mustn’t forget anything I’m saying. I think if I just stick with this program everything will go according to 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.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox

Pisces 12° (March 2)

Paris, Day Thirty Nine of Sixty. And Day Eleven of Bikram. I left my phone at La Fronde and was so happy it was there. S. wants to go to a late yoga so I will tool around and get some water in the house. I am getting a bit lax and I have to be careful. I almost passed out yesterday on the street walking to yoga. I might be over doing it. Then I will nap when she comes back and we’ll have a great class with Martine. And then we will go to Pink Flamingo for pizza which is super bon. We bought some roses on the way home which was really nice. I feel bad we got into a snit. Johanna wrote a thank you note. We will have to write her back. I feel a bit off my axis and had a good talking with myself in the mirror. I am so extreme with the exercise on one hand and then not taking care of my well being as best as I should be. The soup tastes great but I don’t think I’m having any. The virus thing is really amping up and I’m in health scare mode and feeling familiarly unsettled. I suppose I shouldn’t worry to much as I’m being fairly self protective. I don’t know (if anything) what to do about Alex not getting back to me. I suppose I really should just let it go. I am going to let Penny sell and do some promotion but I’m not going to super push it. I rejigged my schedule and I think I can hit all my marks these next couple of weeks and still get to enjoy the sights which I really haven’t been able to do. I gave myself an obstacle to get over and I am acclimating to this Bikram thing. I am pushing myself too much and after A. leaves on Thursday I am going to go into a two plus weeks of giving myself a major break. I really don’t want to drink that much wine as I do my second half of my thirty day challenge. I don’t think it’s a great idea at all. I contacted and confirmed our hotel rezzie.

That week is amping up. It looks like we will be very busy in London. I am going to sort of give up on the consultancy work for now because there is no reason to over do it. We have to talk about if we are going to pay ourselves this year or continue to keep that rolling over. And we are schedule a time to tackle the Astro-Scapes question as well. That’s really going to be it for today. I am coming up on finishing out my fifth year of doing this and I really must decide what the next year might look like—in terms of what themes this Blague should consist of. I’m hoping we hear back from the agent too. If there is going to be another book than that will certainly be the the Blague. My putting together little starter kits for the next tome like I did for the sample chapter. I know I have it in me but it would have to be for a lot a lot of money; otherwise there is really no point in putting all this effort in. It is exciting to thin that a TV deal might happen this week and to be working with a new management company, potentially, on a podcast. I am shocked that I haven’t heard back from the French agent since I asked a question that was pretty time sensitive, which came and went. We have been cautioned a bit about her and I’m on high alert and also feeling somewhat relieved to know that other people have had weird experiences with her in the past.

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

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox

Pisces 11° (March 1)

Paris, Day Thirty Eight of Sixty. And Day Ten of Bikram. Rabbit Rabbit. I had some white wine and then some red from Nicholas and back to dinner at La Fronde. Another steak tartare. Shh. Don’t tell anybody. Though I made a soup. The house is pretty clean which is good. It is going to be a bery bery big week and there is so much to do. I’m feeling a bit concerned about the boufer. I don’t have a lot to say. I need to put a schedule together in regard to the work still on the table because I blew my original dealine. I need to speak with April. Right now it’s Penny, Dito, Joseph, Tammy Faye, Isaac Oliver, Jeremy Goldsmith, April Ekfield. That’s already seven folks so I just need to come up with another three which is good. I will start the whole ball rolling again on the fundraising. Here is what I worked with last year.

Happy Spring 2019! I hope this finds you well and thriving. As the daffodils close out their seasonal performance here, on Cape Cod, I too am in a spirit of renewal and thus reaching out to you and other (hopefully) returning Sponsors of Afterglow, Provincetown’s Live Performance Arts Festival.

This will be year nine of the festival; and there  has always been something magical about that number for me. So much so that, back in 2010 when we were starting outl, I named the parent non-profit company of the Afterglow Festival, 333 Inc., nine being the number of the muses, which I thought would be powerful. And in our first year (though we comped many sponsors, colleagues, students and seniors) we ended up selling exactly 333 full price tickets! This remains more than a fun fact for me—it still feels like something of a sign. And here we are, nine years later, still alive and kicking, and hoping to continue to make some real magic.

In the ensuing years, the Afterglow Festival has preserved Provincetown’s birthright as the birth place of modern American theater and performance. The festival has premiered and developed scores of solo plays and pieces that have moved off-Broadway and to famed stages around the world—musical, comedy, dance, opera, hip-hop, cabaret and uncategorical genres—by artists who make headlines for their art and social narratives.

We have presented over seventy artists since 2011, some of whom are Tony-, Oscar-, and Grammy-award-winners, who have gone on to stellar career success on the stage, in film and on television. It was at Afterglow that the majority of our audiences first saw Bridget Everett, Cole Escola, Our Lady J, Lady Rizo if not members of our own advisory board like Taylor Mac, Penny Arcade, Justin Vivian Bond and John Cameron Mitchell. Afterglow has created a home in Provincetown for all our progressive artists, emerging or veteran, who feel an artistic and emotional bond to the town, to its theatrical heritage, and to our home audiences who embrace them.

Over the years, Provincetown has increasingly attracted big-name acts in season that garner desired revenue for the town’s for-profit venues. Then, suddenly late summer, the Afterglow Festival takes stage. And for the past eight years, Afterglow has won audience trust for its curation of superb live programming by performers they’ve probably never heard of. This is evidenced by the steady growth in annual attendance. Unsurprisingly, the costs of producing a festival like ours (including venue rental, travel and lodging for artists) have also increased. But with your help, year on year, we continue to bring pioneering performers to Provincetown, championing their art and Provincetown’s legacy as their spiritual home.

Afterglow is supported by Joe’s Pub @ the Public in NYC, where we have presented, for the benefit of our non-profit, group performances by the ever-growing Afterglow “family” of artists. And in collaboration with the American Repertory Theater, where in collaboration with its directorship, we launched our Afterglow@Oberon (formerly Glowberon) series, now entering its fifth year, bringing our artists to Boston-Cambridge audiences as well. The series has contributed to Afterglow’s overall visibility and has helped garner praise by the media, including the The Boston Globe and PBS-WGBH—fostering the festival’s overall mission.

Under a new 333 auspice—Glow, “A Moveable Festival”—funded through separate grants and support—we have begun producing ancillary performances and small tours, beginning with New England, for our artists, helping them expand their scope and elevate the discourse of live performance more ubiquitously throughout the regions. All of our artists, as it turns out, are activists of sorts who proliferate positive change in our communities, from local enclaves like Provincetown, to the global one at large.

As we champion the Afterglow performers whose careers have begun to soar since first appearing with us in festival, we continue to introduce and incubate new crops of gifted artists, here in Provincetown, giving them the opportunity to create, present, premier and develop new theater and performance, in its rightful birthplace; making for them an artistic home; and providing them sacred stage space to experiment, express and explore their art and craft.

I sincerely hope that you will return this year as a valued sponsor of the Afterglow Festival; and that we might welcome you to our shows, introduce you to our artists, and otherwise share in the joy that your valued patronage provides for our hardworking, devoted and talented performers—be they young or not-so, emerging or established, foreign or domestic—whom we are humbly privileged to present in Provincetown. The 2019 Afterglow Festival takes stage September 10-14 at the Art House Provincetown, with special opening night festivities, on September 9, for artists and sponsors alike.

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!
Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox

Pisces 10° (February 29)

Paris, Day Thirty Seven of Sixty. And Day Nine of Bikram. After yoga took a bath and got some Jenlain and had a fun day. There are fashion people everywhere. And people have funny hair and beards walking around. I went for a beer at La Fronde. Tried watching Locke and Key. It doesn’t make much sense. Heard people talking about Hermes show and how weird this fashion week is.

PISCES Woman

Just as Pisces man draws on the fishy archetype of Jesus, Pisces woman is a big Mary. The sign is ruled by Neptune, whose symbol is a trident, originally that of the triple goddess, akin to the Celtic shamrock or the gnostic lily or fleur-de-lis. Biblically, there are three Marys—the mother Mary, the virgin (sacred harlot) Mary Magdalene and that elusive, etheric one who seems to pop in and out only at crucial moments, like the crucifixion and resurrection. Taken together, she is the great goddess in triplicate, akin to to the Great Goddess of the Sea, Aphrodite, curiously also called Mari. Mary’s della robbia blue gown fringed in white is the sea fringed with foam, that primordial mutable-water Piscean froth from whence Aphrodite emerged. Indeed the two Pisces “Fish” of the zodiac arethe totems of Aphrodite and her son Eros. Eros is love, Jesus is love. And just as Pisces man’s sexuality can put the ishy in fishy, Pisces woman tends to take up with guys who are a bit light in their loaves and fishes, if not as lovers than as platonic soul mates. We often cite Tennessee William’s Blanche du Bois, an incarnation of the medieval Blanchefleur (who rocks that fleur-de-lis) as the modern emblem of the Pisces woman. She is forever remerging from her bath, creating Neptunian enchantment, reeling from her Belle Reve and looking to share a cherry pop with some pretty young thing barely out of short pants. Likewise, the personality of the female Pisces, the Everywoman of the zodiac, runs the gamut from fantastical diva to tragic dame-on-the-verge, from sacred lover to sacrificial killer. And for this, and so many other reasons, we are enraptured by the likes of Nina Simone, Elizabeth Taylor, Kathy Ireland, Sharon Stone, Tammy Faye Baker, Tamar Braxton, Glenn Close, , Christine Ebersole, Laura Pepon, Chelsea Handler, Patsy Kensit, Theresa Russell, Rue MacClanahan, Eryka Badu, Liza Minelli, Elis Regina, Nancy Wilson, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Anaïs Nin, Patty Hearst, Bernadette Peters, Tyne Daly, Lynn Redgrave, Anna Magnani, Rihanna, Ursula Andres, Queen Latifah, Irene Cara, Isabelle Huppert, Eva Mendes, Eva Longoria, Eva Herzigova, Meow Meow, Drew Barrymore, Dakota Fanning, Rashida Jones, Bernadette Peters, Connie Britton, Dana Delany, Vanessa Williams, Kristin Davis, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Julie Walters, Sandy Duncan, Juliette Binoche, Sharon Stone, Ellen Page, Emily Blunt, Veronica Webb and Sophie Turner.

In a cartoon echo of the seemingly perfect Pisces woman archetype, to which Blanche du Bois pretends in low light, smoke and mirrors, Penelope Pitstop might be considered a modern figurative incarnation of this most profound of water signs, another echoing of the eternally sought-after but insouciant goddess of love, Aphrodite.  Both Blanche and Penelope would have you believe she is the ideal woman, pure in thought and deed—a proclivity that is also particular to the Pisces woman, who may be loath to admit she can be as much a pit stop as she is, at least, a pretense of a prude. But that’s the Pisces paradox. She’s at once rarified and raunchy. Think of that other, golden girl Blanche character that a Pisces actress embodied so brilliantly on TV. Blanche—white—pure as the driven snow. Or is that snow incessantly plowed? It’s this very combination of personality traits that makes Pisces woman the most dramatic of creatures and, if we may say so, a most beloved character by the queer if not general population. She is all about sexuality and spirituality, the gutter and the stars, those opposite facing Fish of her sign pointing upward toward heaven and downward into the very depths of earthly delight. In French the world for that pure white creamy sea foam is écumewhich one and the same for the word scum or, as the myth of her birth from the god Uranus suggests, the same word minus the s. So let’s hear it once again for the Pisces diva, as sometimes tragic and utterly triumphant as a lady can be!

PISCES  Man

Just as the sign of Aquarius, the Waterbearer, ushers us into Pisces, so too does the Aquarian archetype of John the Baptist, the Waterbearer, prepare (ye) the way for Pisces archetype, Jesus, the quintessential Fish. Aquarius represents revelation, glimpses of the future, truth and potential joy—men of the sign being notoriously lost in their visions—whilst Pisces man, in perpetual Jesus mode, represents a sustained drifting, like one in a lucid dream, personifying the perennial state of Nirvana, the “true reality” lodged beyond the veil of illusion which characterizes our material life in the visible, tangible world. That old chestnut. In Sextrology, the Pisces Man chapter is indeed entitled The Drifter. More than any other individual, Pisces treats existence as one big womb of potentiality in which he floats toward desired goals without the efforting or struggle that most of us exhibit. His life is one long process of incubation whereby his goal is to remain peaceful, if not pacified by others, most notably, strong-willed partners or lovers, who help pilot his life while cleaving to him as some sort of life saver, spiritual or otherwise. The metaphor of Jesus walking on water illustrates Pisces’ ability to be buoyed by his belief that the universe provides the perfect unfolding of his destiny. There is thus no need to stress. Life goes on equally within and without you. At least that seems to be the message of flowpersonified by the vibrationally itinerant Pisces male. Here: a list of pretty, Jesus-y and, some, messiah-complexed drifters: Jack Kerouac, George Harrison, Jake Bugg, Peter Fonda, James Taylor, Kurt Cobain, Roger Daltry, Emile Hirsch, Peter Berg, Jon Bon Jovi, Victor Garber, Ricky Wilson, Common, Johnny Cash, Johnny Knoxville, James Blunt, Matthew Gray Gubler, Ja Rule, Micky Dolenz, Rudolf Nureyev, Vaslav Nijinsky, Lou Reed and, ugh, L. Ron Hubbard.

In truth, you Pisces men fall into two categories, George Harrisons or Rex Harrisons, though sometimes the twain shall meet in fastidious activists like Harry Belafonte or Ralph Nader. Pisces, the mutable-water sign (think fog and mists, elements of illusion and enchantment) is ruled by Neptune, the planet of fantasy, magic, imagination, delusion and dissolution. As such, Pisces men are endowed with the power to fully inhabit their fantasy selves, dissolving from their make-up any traits, or, from their story, any truths that run counter to their romanticized vision of self. The sign of Pisces thus boasts a host of Peter Perfects—in counterpart to Pisces women embodying Penelope Pitstop—fancy fussbudgets whose often rough and humble origins bely their aristocratic airs and high-brow raison d’êtres. The lock-jawed George Plimpton, David Niven, Tony Randall, Jim Backus, Rex Harrison, Peter Graves, Rob Lowe, Mitt Romney, Pierce Brosnan, Kyle Maclachlan, Kelsey Grammar, French Stewart, Ron Howard and others you would never label a bad boy: John Barrowman, James Van Der Beek, Bret Easton Ellis, Robert Sean Leonard, Tim Daly, Chris Martin, Freddie Prinze, Jr., Chris Klein, Barry Bostwick, Michael Bolton, Josh Groban, the Ken doll “Ken Carson”, Mr. (Fred) Rogers and Anthony Daniels, (Star Wars’ c3p0)all seem programmed for proper protocol, on screen and off. Ironically, Pisces little-Lord-Fauntleroys often go for ribald love objects with a blatant sexuality, while Pisces’ signature priggish airs can make their own seem indeterminate.

And here, a subject we touched upon in Sextrology: Although there is no “reason” we can cite that would make this theory true, the empirical evidence suggests that, over the last century especially, more African American Pisces men have “broken through” the racial barrier, even at times in our regretful history when doing so would seem impossible. Perhaps it has something to do with Pisces’ power of Belief; or it’s due the Neptunian cosmic energy of dissolution, liquefying said barriers, as befits this mutable-water sign; or it’s chalked up to the archetypal energy of men of the sign who embody a compassionate, pacifistic Christ-like nature and a super-natural nobility of spirit. (It would be all of the above) And, while there is no real way to know; we shall simply let the following list of Pisces men illustrate the point: Frederick Douglass, Garret Morgan, William H. Johnson, Harry Belafonte, Sidney Poitier, Nat King Cole, Ralph Elison, Fats Domino, Smokey Robinson, Quincy Jones, Charley Pride, Al Jarreau, Wilson Pickett, Marion Barry, Emmanuel Lewis, Spike Lee, Charles Barkley, Terence Trent D’Arby, D.L. Hughley, Seal, Shaquille O’Neal, Stedman Graham, Terrence Howard, Lester Holt, Common, John Boyega.

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!
Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2020 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox