Libra 18° (October 10)

Perhaps last night was a bit too fantastic come to think of it. I felt really rough today so I’m going to take it easy. I think I was happy to get over the hump of doctor, although some things came back a little high, not too too bad though. I’m sure it is all fixable with more vigilance. Anyway I’m surely on the right track. It is absolutely beautiful weather so I’m going to grease up and sit outside. Then I will do a bit of writing and set myself up for success this week. There are rumors flying on twitter regarding a Trump resignation which might be too good to be true. I have never had a flu shot and I’m feeling a bit weird I will admit. Having a lovely salmon tonight with sautéed tomatoes and avocado and salad. And we will try to get to bed at a decent hour.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 966-970. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

Aquarian “water bearer” of everlasting life. In Greek myth, the cup bearer, Hebe, pours the nectar that ensures the gods’ youthful immortality. John the Baptist too bears the baptismal waters of everlasting life. He, the lone voice in the wilderness, alienated, outcast, a madman, the weirdo on the shortbus who’s really just ahead of his time. Well we know how alienating being a progressive can be!

But Aquarius fixed-air is a point of light. A star. The Star in the Tarot depicts the Waterbearer. It surely does. It’s our true north. Truth. Revelation. Aquarius’ motto is I know. We can’t tell you how to have a revelation, but it will come in the eleventh hour if you’ve done all you can do. The eleventh house that of the future. Revelation gives you a glimpse. It’s also the house of humanity into whose arms you might fall. A trust exercise. Opposing Leo, the Sun, Aquarius is our own distant star to which we may return.

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Pisces, ruled by Neptune, the planet of dissolution, named for the god of the sea, the planet of non-material existence.

But not only has he not died but now apparently nobody else who believeth in him will either, which is neat. Pisces’ motto is I believe. Belief precedes proof. Science has now proven that all existence is really non-material, that matter is just dense energy. And that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Something the ancient Zodiac seemed to know along. So none of us are really going anywhere. The point is moot. Immaterial.

We simply pass beyond the veil of illusion, through Salome’s seven colored scarves, over the RoyGBiv to Oz or Nirvana, the immaterial universe being right here all the time. opposite facing fish portray the two-way street of birth and death, in limbo or utero—Pisces being the mutable-water sign, the primordial soup from whence we came and to which we return.

JesusFish. The Pisces fish are the totems of Aphrodite, called Mari, and her son Eros. Mari is Mary whose della robbia blue gown fringed in white is the sea fringed with foam. Eros was at once the oldest of all the gods and yet an eternal babe., Eros is Love. Jesus is Love. Energetic Love. Spiritual Love. That which connects us all. Close your eyes. Imagine, believe, that you are pure energy, letting your notions of matter dissolve. And feel yourself, as molecules, as atoms, as protons, as neutrons, hadrons, quarks, as pure energy, sharing the same primordial soup as the rest of us.

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The Mars-ruled sign of Aries is all about not ignoring the obvious. It is primal, impulsive energy. Objective, yang, “masculine”, the sign’s celestial symbol “spear and shield of Ares” (the Greek name of Mars) is a unsubtle representation of the male genitalia that is ubiquitously plastered on men’s room doors around the globe. There is little irony being a man born under this sign. Aries views his raw animal appeal as both a blessing and a curse. He should ultimately learn to embrace and embody his outsized drives, harnessing and honing their power. He may even attempt to transcend his true nature—part rutting animal, part Superman—by way of channeling his native aggression into some Zen, Spartan or his planet’s namesake martial-arts devotion. The beautiful irony being that spiritual warriorship helps him to more fully accept his irrepressible Self, the premier principle of the astrological 1st house that is Aries man’s birthright to personify. Here is a list of objectifying Aries hunks of burning love, some of whom, drawing on their war-god archetype, can be downright belligerent: Ryan O’Neal, Russell Crow, Alec Baldwin, Piers Morgan, Hugh Heffner, Gary Oldman, Vincent Gallo, Angus Young, Serge Gainsbourg, Herb Alpert, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Quentin Tarantino, Vince Vaugn, Adrien Brody, Sean Bean, Jackie Chan, Steven Segal, Russ Meyer, Roger Corman, Steve McQueen, David Lean, Omar Shariff, James Garner, William Shatner, Ram Dass, Elton John, Eddie Murphy, Eric Roberts, Scott Eastwood, Luke Evans, Sung Kang, Marlon Brando, James Woods, Marvin Gaye, James Caan, William Holden, Crispin Glover, Tommy Hilfiger and, on the cusp with Taurus, Adolf Hitler.

Being associated, and indeed personifying, this first-house attribute of Self, , people born under the sign, males especially, tend to be very comfortable in their skin. Ruled by the red planet Mars, Aries in turn governs the muscles and blood—pure red is the sign’s color—and the sign also rules the element of iron, which is a life-giving element in our blood, as it provides the protein hemoglobin, binding to oxygen, carrying it through our tissues and muscles. (Is it more than mere coincidence that the red of planet Mars was only relatively recently found to be red due to a surplus of the iron element? It’s surely fascinating how these sign-assignations to body parts and elements pre-date modern biology or chemistry, all such information being already encoded into the ancient Zodiac, as if it were a metaphysical time capsule designed to transcend chronological Time). Anyway, Aries men are especially corporeal, if not rough and tumble, tending to boast rather un-ironic butch physiques. They often use their bodies in extraordinary ways, too, not just as athletes or in their proclivity for martial arts, or even as the proverbial action man— as actors, for instance, they generally possess what is known as “a great physical life” on stage or in films. Of all the male signs in the zodiac, Aries have a way of using their physiques in ways that seem to defy physics, their bantam bodies being the tangible stuff via which they achieve certain transcendence. Just look at this list: Martin Short, Andy Serkis, Harry Houdini, Harold Lloyd, Charlie Chaplin, Robert Downey Jr., Marcel Marceau, Jim Parsons, Bill Irwin, M. Emmet Walsh, Jackie Chan, Steven Seagal, Frank Gorshin, David Blaine, Eric Idle, Martin Lawrence, Eric McCormack, Peyton Manning, Merce Cunningham, Matthew Broderick, Christophe Lambert, David Hyde Pierce, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Leonardo Da Vinci.

Aries takes a warrior approach to life, entering into forms of training, if even of his own devising, that will keep him on the straight and narrow toward goals. He has difficulty when goals shift; being so rigid can make one easily broken. Anyway…I was thinking Aries latin for Ram, Arietare means to ramm or to butt. Aries is the initiator, birth new order. Mars whose namesake planet rules the sign is a war god who carries a spear, once a staff, both phallic symbols (I don’t think we did the herder thing in Sextrology? Check!). The Shepherd, the Hunter, and the Warrior both emanations of the male fertility god. Both leaders, whether it be a flock, a hunt or an attack Making the question should I follow that much mor existential. Aries men will not follow.

Aries man is on his own trip and it’s near impossible for him to on on others’ He is aggressive in his attempt to get you to engage in what he’s doing, his activities and interests, chief among them: himself, and his goals. The most solitary if not the most lonely guy, their is a natural silence in his existence with which he’s most comfortable, yet with others he can be a bit extra. Not to say all Aries come on strong, many are intensely solitary whilst in company. Either way Aries makes a great impact.

Aries males are the butchest. And it’s always the Aries man show. He is great at putting it out there but it’s difficult for him to take things in. This buster can filibuster, like the fire sign he is, sucking all the air out of a room. He is the most honest of the gender signs, for shiz, and fairly brutally so. He is boss, and he’s good at it, so long as his delegates buy wholesale into his vision. Voted most likely to achieve singular goals, Aries man is shot through with adrenalin, just one of many A-words associated with Aries, along with ardour, assertion, aggression, ambition, actualization, achievement—even his biblical and mythological archetypes, Adam and Ares (Roman: Mars) do likewise.

Other notions: Stlaker tendencies (if denied what they want), hard workers (bad bosses), strong body odor, bossy bottoms, bluster and bravado, Up for anything not for too long, thumbsucking and having to change their diapers. They adore without being clingy. In charge. Always moving onto the next thing. They have short tempers and are prone to tantrums. “Charismatic mansplainers. Active adventurous, but not in it for the long haul. In it for the “moment” and ultimately good with being in the moment (via meditation, etc).

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Aries, the first sign of the Zodiac is ruled by planet Mars, named for the god of war and representing the masculine principle in the cosmos; Aries woman archetypally draws on the decidedly un-femmy, though fiercely feminist, armor-clad Athena, goddess of prudent war, strategy and, of course, wisdom. Also called Pallus (read: phallus), you might say this steely goddess was the original chick with a metaphoric dick. She is the “first born” of Zeus, and is thus the primordial daughter, likened to Lilith, the biblical Adam’s “first wife” who was much too much a top for his taste. Indeed, Aries women do wear the pants, particularly in partnerships. And they surely don’t subscribe to the notion of being the second sex. They are not subject to men, but can be rather objectifying of them, if anything. Like Hemingway heroines, they are living-breathing animus with a primal, nearly primitive brand of beauty—typically athletic, with strong jaws, and often cute cave-woman underbites, owlish eyes and heavy brows, a nod to Athena’s godhead of wisdom, for which the eyebrow is a symbol. While the Aries male is objective in the sense of being directive, assertive even aggressive, Aries female is objective in the sense of being impersonal, detached, keenly strategic if not defensive in nature. In a nod to her sheepish Ram symbol, there is no pulling the wool over Aries’ signature bushy brows.

If you know your mythology, you’re aware that the male gods were no match for iron-clad Athena. And in Aries women, her signature upstanding stature as a righteous female, with a principled if not political agenda, is personified. Athena (Roman: Minerva) is the original feminist, going toe to toe with male gods in competitions while punishing mortal women for a surplus of feminine frivolity, vanity and passivity. In her famous feud with her uncle, the sea god Poseidon, over the patronage of what became her namesake Athens, she offered the native people the olive, which became both food and fuel, two elements to ensure their survival and literal enlightenment. Human empowerment! And, of course, the olive branch is a symbol of peace, that which Athena and Aries women seek to preserve, particularly that of their own minds. Artistically depicted and described as strong featured and steely eyed, Athena at once portrays the physical prototype of the Aries woman as well as her directive nature and steadfast resolve.

Think of the handsome, angular beauty, not to mention the heavy jaw and bushy brows—tweezers not included—of Paulina Porizkova, Patricia Arquette, Keira Knightly, Elle McPherson, Jennifer Garner, Robin Wright, Kristen Stewart, Leslie Mann, Reese Witherspoon, Lady Gaga, Maisie Williams, Victoria Beckham, Fergie, Mariah Carey, Catherine Keener, Michelle Monaghan, Lucy Lawless, Rooney Mara, Sara Jessica Parker, Diana Ross, Amy Sedaris, Tatjana Patitz, Jane Adams, Joss Stone, Norah Jones, Claire Danes, Emma Watson, Jessica Chastain, Bette Davis, Joan Crawford, Natascha McElhone, Claire Danes, Robin Wright, Emma Thompson, Celine Dion, Elle Fanning, Jessica Lange, Maria Sharapova, Saoirse Ronan, Julie Christie, Dusty Springfield, Emmy Lou Harris, Claudia Cardinale, Julia Stiles, Keri Russell, not to mention such beauties with blatantly uplifting, individualist agendas, like Jane Goodall, Isak Dinesen, Vivienne Westwood, Linda Goodman, Gloria Steinham, Erica Jong, Maya Angelou, Brooke Astor, Marguerite Duras, Doris Day, Betty Ford and Sandra Day O’Connor.

Aries is, in a word, spirited.

I’ve always found much treasure in the typecasting of actors as they often get pigeon holed by virtue of the archetypes and attributes associated with their star signs. Aries women play unapologetic and unabashed. They can be at war with the world and the men what made it. They hold themselves apart, at once aloof and armored, thus, one feels, also readied for attack. They are objectifying of that which they want, which they want when they want it. What she fancies is hers by rights, it seems. She is selective after all and thus singular in her ambitions and would be conquests. She can be most selfish for love, if not in it. To connect the aliterative dots she is alert, attentive, aware, audacious, avid and avaricious. She assimilates and seeks to do so, most simply. She is strategic and employs an economy of moves, suffering no fools. She isn’t by nature sentimental, and she will people, places and things from her life, without regret. When she goes, she’s gone, to coin a phrase.

The sheperdess prudently approaches The Ram is a sacrificial figure. She is the original fire starter, steely on the outside, molten on the inside. They are not contrained by a surplus of compassion, but embody the notion of getting theirs. Probably the least warm and fuzzy character on the astrological block, they are attuned to others weaknesses and vulnerabilities and don’t hesitate to point them out. They have a tendency to hold things over other people’s heads.She waits for others to trip up. She can equate others weaknesses with her own strength, in comparison.

They can be reactionary, and in the extreme, forever getting ahead of themselves. And they don’t like to be told no. They are impatient and can seek short cuts to success, the opposite of a slow and steady burn. They can overpromise and speak too soon.

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In counterpoint to its preceding sign of objective, directive, “masculine” Mars-ruled Aries (and the forthright people born under that sign), “feminine” Venus-ruled Taurus is subjective, intriguing, inviting and alluring. Taurus people can be, if only naively, vague, suggestive, or downright elusive. They are all pull, and no push. Taurus can in fact be navel gazers, endlessly self-reflective, and they thus invite the interest, worship and also the scrutiny from others. As artists and intellects, they obscure and refine, turning obvious forms of expression on their ear while they up the creative ante, achieving unique, even absurdist, and elegant results. They don’t effort by nature. As the premier earth sign, these pastoral archetypal flower-children—think reflective Narcissus, Adonis and Hyacinth—embody natural ease. They toil nor do they spin. Full expression is their birthright. Taurus rules the throat and voice, symbolizing a natural proclivity for these bovine characters to utter. Venus works her grace and charm physically in this sign and on its men who are suppleness personified. Consider the gravity-defying moves of Fred Astaire and David Beckham; the oblique musical stylings of Duke Ellington, Burt Bacharach, Bing Crosby, Bono Vox (good voice), Pete Townsend, David Byrne or Brian Eno; the skewed comedic genius of George Carlin and Stephen Colbert; the elegant up-ending of Salvatore Dali and Jasper Johns, the out-of-left-field acting styles of Dennis Hopper, Jack Nicholson and Harvey Keitel, the ironic soft-spoken-ness of Malcolm X, the obscured invention of Mark Zuckerberg, the self-reverential élan of filmmaker Wes Anderson. All such expression being one big, slow side-long glance of the Taurus Bull. Can they be in love with themselves? That’s a question for the likes of Al Pacino, Chris Brown, George Clooney, Channing Tatum, Enrique Iglesias, Daniel Day Lewis, Jay Leno, Will Arnett, Robert Pattinson, James McAvoy, Jerry Seinfeld, Orson Wells or Rudolph Valentino.

Representing the Feminine Principle, planet Venus’ influence on the Taurus male manifests physically, as befits this corporeal earth sign. At her core a fertility goddess, Venus developed into a deity of grace, love and beauty. Taurus is a feminine sign, which is ironically symbolized by a virile Bull. Besides itself being an emblem of male fertility, the Bull represents latent power—the animal is incited to attack. Taurus men are more poised and graceful, if not reticent, rather than being forthright or obviously rough-and-tumble. They have an oblique, if not myopic, view of the world. Just as Taurus girls draw on the archetype of nature nymphs, Taurus man embodies the tempting spirit of such self-reflective flower gods as Hyacinth, Narcissus and Adonis, who even turned the tables on the passive, attractive Venus-Aphrodite, making her chase him down. Taurus man is the zodiac’s premier pretty boy. He is a soft-spoken slice of beefcake, often a just a sliver, exuding elegance and debonair flair. He has been known to fetishize and refashion female

trappings and attire; from pink sox to sultry peignoirs: Jamie Dornan, Henry Cavill, Hunter Parrish, Jack Gleeson, Thomas Welling, Pierce Brosnan, Djimon Hounsou, George Clooney, Tony Goldwyn, Dennis Rodman, Jean-Paul Gaultier, Donavan, Peter Frampton, Astaire, Crosby, Ellington, Rudolph Valentino, Liberace, James Mason, Richard Avedon.

Taurus man is endlessly self-reflective, their seeming insouciance and ease belying a carefully cultivated and crafted persona. The French have the term decontracté which is a sort of negligent chic both in style and demeanor. Taurus is down with that, never wanting to appear contrived in any way,when, truth be told, he can be the most self-art-directed of men, down his paper-thin worn jeans and perfect stubble. He does all he can to look, and make it all seem, natural. He learns early to take stock of skills and talents and to target the precious few that provide him admiration and assistance, even if in the vaguest form of praise. More tham most he seeks to be considered an artist at whatever he does. His main goal is ease, so he might settle for a comfortable success or slice of renown, forgoing a surplus of hard work or sacrifice that might score higher achievement, for a more easeful, subtle, supple existence. He is however all for being swept up toward goals by endless assists and favors provided by his ever exanding immediate fan base. Taurus has a way of ingratiating himself into many lives, and often in a way that invites you to take care of them, on some level. They play a little dense and guileless, evoking a certain patronage and sometimes stirring some sexua element into the mix. They are born danglers, and they can be takers, if grateful ones. Taurus draws on the archetype of such male flower gods as Adonis, the cartoon version being Ferdinand the Bull and his roses.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

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Libra 17° (October 9)

Tossy turn night’s sleep. Though I took a nice long therapeutic bath last evening, I did so again this morning. Was heaven. Took some pictures of my blood pressure readings which are super good just to prove to new doctor that I have white-coat syndrome, if it comes to that. Took the back road route back to Cambridge and it was even more blissful in that direction, fast and easy. Got back to Mount Auburn with lots of time to spare. Appointment went well I think. New doctor seems adorable behind his mask. I did my usual entertainment routine getting in as much information about myself so to extract as much feedback as possible. He is a Leo and I’m totally smitten, as one should be with anyone who sticks their finger up your ass. Blood pressure was actually fine which was a relief. Got a flu shot for the first time ever and had blood drawn which made me super dizzy. Drive home was a snap, not much traffic; did a little food shopping and then came home and unpacked everything had a bit of carrot-sweet potato soup and settled in. Had a lovely night on the deck natural petulant white from same vintner where we got some red yesterday, an importer in Watertown. Went down a B52s rabbit hole and really got to appreciate some of their lesser played stuff like the Mesopotamia EP and other tracks with which we have been less familiar. All and all a fantastic evening.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 961-965. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

Yes well, in some ways every sign serves as a remedy to the excesses of the previous sign. So we see Virgo, the sign of humility, follows Leo, which is given to excess pride—a term we use for pack of lions. Now…

Virgo’s ruler is in dispute. Traditionally it’s Mercury. Yet some say it’s Chiron, once a planet that was pummeled by asteroids and disabled; some say the as yet undiscovered Vulcan. All make sense but what’s ironic and fitting is that we don’t have the whole story, pieces are missing. In myth, we do know that Mercury, Chiron, Vulcan were all healers.

Vulcan or Greek Hephaestus is the potter god, the smithy god, an alchemist and a healer. All this substantial change befitting Virgo the mutable-earth sign. Hephaestus is lame god, a humbled being who channels his disability into work and service to gods and men alike— I work and I serve are Virgo’s two mottos—in his workshop making all manner of tools, weaponry even robots! Virgo rules the digestive system. The symbol Virgin is about to ingest a sheaf of seaded grain. Digestion metes out nutrient from detritus. Digestion is a also metaphor for our conscience, our own little workshop where we fix what’s broken inside and work it all out, what then guides our attitudes and behaviors as we negotiate life’s imperfections which can be humbling.

This next song was written by a Virgo who is coming to grips with loss—a truly human experience that takes time to digest—and is trying to heal.

Poor old Hephaestus really is the god of the human condition. He knows first hand that our reactions to loss, pain, suffering, disappointment can go either way. It can give rise to virtue or to vice. Out of clay, he sculpted Pandora who, with her infamous little box, brought all virtue and vice into the world. She is the vessel, correlating to Mary Magdalene, the vestal virgin, the sacred harlot.

Our conscience is our moral mechanism for digesting, discerning between virtue and vice. And in processing hardship, we do undergo an alchemical change, the baser elements of self being burned away in Hephaestus’s kiln. Let’s hope. We are working the eternal flame of Leo, now, into a forge of self-compassion, becoming purified in the fire of our own being. That’s the virgin purity bit!

We are all works in progress, being sculpted by experience. Our own suffering should help us focus on what’s important in life and make us more functional. Werk. Being humbled should inspire us to help others with their own struggles Serve. Now was it Jesus said about the meek…..? Yeah.

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If Virgo is function, then Libra is design. It’s conceptual. The Scales are the only inanimate sign. Libra is cardinal-air, Light, enlightening, beautiful principles, ideas, and aesthetics, ruled by Venus on the astral plane. Its archetypes are Astrea and Apollo, the god of light and all abstracts like order, reason, prophesy, poetry, music.

The projection of thought forms. Inanimate but alive? Apollo is an oracular god and his high priestesses are white witches. So are Libra people on their infamous soap boxes. But we all must stand for some thing! Do you?

How about equality, democracy, liberty? Libra’s mottos I balance and We are, both champion harmony—the seventh house is that of relationships, “marriage” contracts, social ones especially. That navel-gazing conscience of Virgo now becomes a social conscience in Libra. And where the sign’s so-called opposite, Aries, is about that warrior Mars, Libra is a propenent of peace.

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For all Libra’s goodness and light, Scorpio is dubious of appearances and must dig below the surface. If Libra is the glaring light of consciousness Scorpio is the deep, dark unconscious.

Its ruler Pluto is god of the underworld. It’s the fixed-water sign, symbolic ice, crystals, gems wrought by subterranean heat and pressure, a metaphor for the subconscious where deep meaning lies. From poetic Psalms to wise Proverbs we’ve left Libra’s gleaming pulpit of to delve our own inner depths and the subversive, hidden elements of society.

We all really must make an effort to uncover what’s going on—in here—and out there. Societies, like people, are only as sick as their secrets and not to go all conspiracy theory on your ass but there’s lots we don’t know. Pluto in his cloak of invisibility, is also god of riches. Plutocracy.

One Scorpio motto is I desire. Desires are subconscious, seeming to exist in spite of ourselves. Gems buried alive in our psyches calling to be exhumed. Treasure guarded by inner dragons of fear, shame—repressed power that must be unleashed lest it consume us! Regenerative power. Scorpio does rules the genitalialalala. We have is another sign motto. It’s our urge to merge through sex or psychic possession… Or joint banking. The eight house is that of other people’s money. Sex, sleep, death: where we merge with each other, the unconscious, and the infinite. Eight is the lemniscate the symbol of infinity. Cause and effect…

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Enter the mutable-fire sign of Sagittarius ruled by Jupiter, named for the uber god of lightning, fire in the sky, triggering altered states of genius or madness. Either way a bit touched. Jupiter’s wife Juno, too, is blindingly radiant, a terrible wound but a gift of second sight. Sadge’s motto is I see, our vision being most expansive. Jupiter is growth, optimism, liberation, excess. (Sagittarius rules the liver.) And the thigh from which Jupiter gave birth to wild child Dionysus, another prime archeytpe of the sign. The orgiastic god of wine, the ancient drug of choice for blowing ones mind, forging a stream between Libra consciousness and Scorpion unconscious.

Though you don’t need hooch to do so you must continue to blow your own minds, to expand your superelastic bubble brains with exposure to the exotic, the extreme, extrinsic exhultant. Education from the Latin Ex to draw out. Knowledge is power and Jupiter and Juno are gods of it!

Dionysus, with his pinecone septor, the pineal gland, the third eye, Break on through. Light my fire. Are you experienced? Have you read the Ecclesiastes meaning “the big picture”? How about Blake? he’s a Sag? The Beat Poets? The Doors of Perception?

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Sagittarius—excess—run amok is then restricted, contained by Saturn-ruled Capricorn whose motto is I use, that is to say I don’t waste, I save.. Capri-corn, the goat horn of plenty, is all resource. Capricorn is cardinal-earth, the mountain with its natural resevoirs. We go to the mountain to receive god’s commandments, rules, restrictions—designed to help others rise up spiritually. The sign rules the bones and skin, structure and containment. And for some strange reason God tells Moses build your tabernacle from goat hair. Mo-hair.

Tragedy. The word derives from the Greek tragodia—am I pronouncing that right?—meaning Goat Song. The scapegoat saves us by riddding us of excess sin, baggage. Do Capricorn people tend to be scape-goated? Sure.

But your point is well taken. We all must ask ourselves for what are we willing to do? How much YOU willing to sacrifice, and for WHAT CAUSE for the good of all people. Saturn rules Capricorn. In myth he’s the old deposed king, cut down. His emblem is the sycthe, the sickle, the grim reaper, old father time.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, 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.
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Libra 16° (October 8)

The night before last I had this dream that I legally changed my name to McDonough, my mother’s maiden name. Then S. tells me she is speaking to her former professor who is urging her to consider a PhD program in Ireland. I ask her rhetorically if spouses of students can go along on a visa, forgetting I had the dream. Then I went to work, with a renewed sense of optimism because really there is a way to get through all the work this year and still make a major geographic move if need be. A new mantra emerged—Every Hour Is A Page—and I’m going to keep that firmly attached to the vision of my guarding Tarot pull for the project, the Eight of Pentacles, which is the energetic spirit I need. We started watching The Vow on HBO and being a sucker for series about cults I’m already fascinated. More as the day unfolds but I thought I’d get this party started. (Actually I’m writing in advance and will add to this maybe as the days of travel follow).

Got on the road by 10:10 and just made our way direct to Cambridge. Someone not me packed us veggie burger sandwiches. I had sent a final draft to lawyer of letter to fuckface. Lawyers, for me, are for peace of mind. And by the time I was parked in lot listening to news of thwarted domestic terrorism and plot to kidnap the Michigan governor, lawyer had signed off pretty much. S.’s appointment went superfast and we took the best route backroads from Cambridge to Reading that ever was. I never have to drive on that awful highway again and I can tell you now I never will. Got to Nancoise and it was just camouflage guy. We had a little hang out and then I took a power nap while S. and G. did their book club. Dinner with the parents was super simple—soup, cold cuts and salad—and I felt bizarre, having fought terrible allergies all day. We had a little family time and then I watched news all night which I never do. Have not seen Rachel Maddow now in years, so much so I’m not even sure I just typed her name correctly. I have a lot on my mind in a sense that is derailing me, subconsciously. Doctors always get me prethinking and tomorrow will be first time I have a doctor younger than me. I don’t know why I’m spooked. Oh yes I do: there is a pandemic and he has the nuclear codes. 

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 956-960. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

The first sign of Aries is all about birth and new beginnings. The headstrong Ram is the symbol—we’re typically born head first. Aries is the cardinal-fire sign. It is a spark, and ignition of new experience. On the grand scale the spark of big bang creation but on a personal level it is our individual spark, our purpose, motivation. Aries is ruled by Mars, named for the Roman War god the Greek Ares (A-r-e-s) who, like the Ram, attacks life. He is fiercely single-minded in his sole objective. His emblem is the spear. He has a point.

Aries people tend most to be this way. Perhaps to a fault. Not that sensitive to their effect on others. But they illustrate the point. That we must put ourselves first. Our own oxygen masks on first. That we must all be one with our purpose.

So you must first ask yourself what is your point? What we you born to be? Are you being it? It all starts with living your purpose. And it’s never to late to do so. The first house rules the physical body. Embodiment. Mars rules the blood. What is in your blood?

Aries motto is I am. Being. Being and Embodiment. Buddha was an Aries. And, his brand of spirituality, and really Aries default brand of spiritualityis all about the capital S self.

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Next: by contrast, Taurus is all about union—with other. Unlike objective Mars ruled Aries, Taurus is subjective ruled by alluring Venus goddess of beauty inviting the beholder. It is the fixed-earth sign. Think of a garden Eden. A flower appealing to our senses, which are ruled by Taurus, along with the throat and voice. The pastoral flower gods and nymphs are archetypes of the sign, emanations of innocence which incite temptation—which we know from the bible which we’re steering clear of here tonight, a garden theme.

Taurus’ motto is I have, parenthetically (what you want). The second house of Taurus is that of our talents, assets and value all of which draws others to us. Taurus people tend to be loaded with talent. Yeah they’re full of it. But we all must take inventory of our talents and assets and cultivate them, as one would a garden, which means every day.

The bull, golden calf sacred cow are all symbols of worship, which we attract. Taurus people do tend to be a bit needy of said worship. Those flower gods. Adonis, Hyancinth, Narcisissus, they couldn’t get enough of it or of themselves.

Taurus rules the appetite, the gullet. Taurus is about creating hunger—being consumed by other. Consumate talent! Really the I have of Taurus is knowing what you have to offer and valuing it, prizing it, and expressing it in the most “divine” ways possible.

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Now if If Aries is self and Taurus other than Gemini is interaction. If Aries is big-bang creation and Taurus Eden the Gemini is the Fall resulting from consciousness—the sign’s motto is I Think—duality knowledge of good and evil, right wrong, mortality-immortality. Gemini is mutable air, the buzzy electric ether of thoughts and information.

Mercury, named for the buzzy, eternally adolescent street-wise god of commerce and communication rules the sign. He is the messenger, the word of god, the logos. Yet he’s a trickster and psychopomp, one who travels freely from the heights of heaven to the depths of Hades. Just like our minds. Right. Gemini people can be the most vivid mixed messengers. But we all create our own heaven or hell via our thoughts and speech.

Try, try to go an hour, let alone a day without saying or thinking anything negative. Our thoughts must be in service to us not the other way around. Mercury is god of the literal crossroads namesake markets and merchants—once we take stock of our talents, what we have, we do want to take them to market. But it’s a dualistic world.

Mercury also rules petty thieves, deal-makers, buskers, artful dodgers, streetwalkers and of the figurative crossroads—our choices, our messaging. Gemini rules our breath and nerves, neural pathways and pathologies. How we’re wired in childhood, adolesence, the dominion of the third house along with our immediate surroundings. Our vibe. How we interract. I think Thought. It is both gift and a curse.

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And what ultimatley follows the fall but the Flood. So too is mutable-air Gemini followed by Cancer, cardinal-water. When our atmosphere gets too fraught storm clouds gather and release, rains and rising rivers. It’s a purge.

Water symbolizes emotion and Cancer’s motto is I Feel. The mystical Mother Moon rules Cancer, the tides and her namesake moods. The mind may play tricks but feelings never lie. Cancer rules the gut as well as the chest and breastesses. Our intuition and our ability to nurture, ourselves foremost.

The flood myth is a metaphor for recovery—Noah was a drunk—which we are all in all the time. Cancer people often start life feeling at sea, ultimately finding and securing safe harbor, which is an inside job. And we typically have to leave, to lose ourselves to find ourselves. The 4th astrological house is that of both the home we come from and the one we create for ourselves. Passage, deliverance, promise, hope, which floats.

Mysticism is defined as spiritual knowledge that is inexessible to the intellect, gained through intuition.

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We all must feel and purge, cardinal-water cartharsis delivering us “home” where the heart is. Leo—fixed-fire—is the flaming sacred heart and hearth, the center, like its ruler Sun, of our being. Feelings move us but Leo passion sustains us and makes us whole.

The 5th house is that of creativity among other things. Like love affairs. When we embrace our creative passion—or fall in love—its as if the Sun shines on us. The Sun is a star and the 5th house is achieving our own stardom. Having a love affair with life! If the Moon is mother: nurture, the Sun father: authority and authorship. King Arthur creating his sphere of influence—the round table is a Sun symbol.

The 5th house is the love we give and “co-creation with god.” To love others or our creations, be they real or “brain” children, is to be as god, creator as well as a creature. Leo people are—God complexed? I was going to say fiercely loving but yeah. The sign’s motto is I will, which is both a command and pledge. People say I can’t find love. I tell them Love is a noun not a verb. Just do it. Or get a hobby.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, 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.
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Libra 15° (October 7)

Quite weird because yesterday I awoke after a dream of “sexual reassignment” and I was really, really freaked out and remorseful that my morsels were missing. I feel as if I did the surgery along with someone else—maybe we got a two-fer or something. Anyway yesterday was kind of a bust, even though I got an early start. I felt as if things weren’t clicking and that I was being negative and same samey and I needed to step away. So I got some other stuff done, reworked my closets more for the season, did some toilette, got my bag ready for Thursday and then settled back in for another couple of hours just to see if I could make a little magic. If not the hope is I’ll be able to spend hours on hours today really making some magic. That is the hope anyway. Tomrrow I will get up and just prep for two days so that I’m completely up to speed to be back at it on Saturday. I simply have to get into a 4-5 day rhythm and if I can do that with some success I should be in quite good shape for the second round of all of this. That is surely the hope. I’m not going to look upon the last day as disappointment myself. Rather, I am still here and still open and still available to what might come my way. I’m looking forward to eliminating all that can be eliminated in this environment and getting myself to a new place, emotionally and physically. The rest is sort of beside the point.

Maybe we say something about being the most magnetic of creatures. That might be a good starting point. In any case. I will likely rejig my calendar a bit to accommodate this quick trip to Cambridge we are making. I honestly cannot remember the last time I was off the Cape. I do think it is important to make a little room moving forward. Had a very spicy carrot-ginger soupl last night and I’m starting to see the effects of liquid dinners (that aren’t ninety percent wine) and my viscera already feels much better. I always have anxiety going to the doctor but this week will be the first time in my history that my doctor will be younger than me. Hasn’t happened with a president yet but I suspect it will with Kamala in the next four to eight years. My doctor who was like a Norman Rockwell character retired; and seriously I hope Biden lives to be one hundred and ten. I cannot wait for this monster to be out of office needless to say. I put up this leading post yesterday about a friend who talks behind my back and suddenly that individual is heart-ing all my posts. I suppose. The local news is good regarding the virus but I am on high alert going up to Boston tomorrow. Anyway, I woke up feeling somewhat more optimistic—we shall see what the day brings. The chicken noise is out of control and since farmer fuckwad build a little tiered experience for them one psycho chicken just screams all day long out of the window facing our kitche. I’m going to get one of those loud megahorns and I will blow it in their direction everytime they make a noise. That is my fantasy plan in any case. Okay bring on the dancing girls…..

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 951-955. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

I’m hard pressed to make a reckoning of what all might have happened since we created that range of jewelry way back when. We had the notion you see to create a range of jewelry, based on the symbology, and even original designs thereof we had made up to illustrate our books, into a collection of charm necklaces by sign. Jewelers we knew with their own collection called Ten Thousand Things said they wanted to do it. So we created twelve charm necklaces for women, with five specific charms of our own divining. These are what got the major press in magazines. And there was another line of more unisex necklaces in an i-d pendant style. They were a big hit commercially, which was perhaps unexpected. Anyway, it was a beautiful experiment but our collaborators were focused on their own brand. As were we. We kept the name, but it was lodged in the backs of our brains that we would some day soon pick up that ball and run with it. And over the years we began to design the concept for what AsterCast should be: The most beautiful and truly empowering fully customizable collection of potent charms, amulets and precious stones that the customer can arrange in powerful combinations.

I must make it so I need the sense of creating demonitized dynasty. Since last incarnation we published a second major book as well as launched a series of yearly astrology books. One of us got a master’s degree in psychology, we hosted a successful radio show and guested regularly on top-rated cable shows, we contributed columns to, among others, Allure, Vogue Paris and German Glamour magazines and to The Daily Beast. As fashion and design experts of note, we contriuted numerous features to Neimann Marcus’ The Book as well as collaborating with, creating content for: Chandelier, MAC, Kyle Minogue, Selfridges, Harvey Nichols, Marc Jacobs, Colette, Nokia.

We formed a festival, in its 8th year and 3rd year series at American Repertory Theater . Stella is creator of American Baroness, a TK and Quinn is creator of the Cosmic Blague, a daily reckoning of a life careening through space at TK MPH on an orb with a circumference of X and a diameter of Y. Peformed a Starsky + Cox musical show.

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In the decade plus years since the publishing of Sextrology, our seminal work, we have continued to develop our theories and notions about what it means to be the star-sign you are, and what resources for self-empowerment does your symbolically rich star-sign provide. The “estate” of each sign is comprised of so many archetypally charged symbols, numbers, planets, myths, elements, metaphysics, animal and plant totems, and objects of power. But the forces of the Zodiac aren’t static but infinitely DYNAMIC, round and round on what astrology would hope for you is an upwardly spiral staircase.

As soon as we put pencils down on Sextrology we began to fill notebooks for what could come next. And it turned out what comes next is what comes next. We’re going to bridge the genres of astrology and personal development here, for the first time, to employ the Zodiac, in this volume, to determine DIRECTION for each of the signs

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This will be a putting together of Acknowledgements. I’d like to acknowledge William Blake and William James. And Webern and Schoenberg and Mondrian and Kandinsky. I’d like to thank Grace Jones, Bryan Ferry, and the lady I saw in a one-breasted gold lamé gown dancing at Castel in 1985.

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Hello. Thanks for coming. We are Starsky + Cox and we are Humanistic Astrologers for the most part. That is to say the astrology of the person and personality, tying the practice of astrology with that of psychology. Stella is a Mindful Meditation practitioner and soon to be practicing Positive Psychologist. We are both Metaphysicians and sometime Psychics. Quinn is especially so. We both are. Something we chalk up to our Celtic Blood Lines.

We both descend from families with certain mystical leanings—lots of witches—white witches—and we met here in Boston in the 80s at Logan Airport where we embarked on a junior year study abroad program from BU.

Besides the usual attraction—I like short men—and, me, classic beauty. We were was once in Nantucket visiting the Stillers, you know Jerry Stiller, Anne Meara, Ben’s parents. And I was walking behind Quinn and…on our way out for drinks and Anne Meara says to me. Don’t you just love short men?And I do. And we have been called, even by their own children, the Stiller and Meara of astrology. And the Nichols and May. And the Sonny and Cher. And the Shields and Yarnel.

Anyway…what was I saying, oh yes….apart from the usual attraction, what drew us together was the discover of our shared interest in astrology. And particularly in the notion that males and females of the same sign actually seemed to be very different. Ultimately this became the premise of our book Sextrology, which you’re all being “gifted” with your ticket price here tonight. Which is a great deal because it’s basically what the book costs at retail. So this part, the semi-seminar if you will is really just the sugar on top. But we will enlighten you for sure. And don’t worry if you’re not getting it all up here. Because you’re getting it on some level. It’s something of a transmission. So just let it wash over you. And anyway, it won’t last long. We want to save time for questions if you have any and also sign your books.

So, yes, Sextrology. Sextrology divides the zodiac into 24 signs, males and females being very much their own characters, drawing on different archetypes. And what is an archetype. Well at its core its an energy—isn’t everything?—but you might call it a living energy. Thus these archetypes were “personified” as gods by the ancients in every culture around the world—comparitive religion will point out how this Greek god is the same as that Indian god or Norse god or South Pacific god because, no matter what you name these energies, these archetypes, they remain the same. From the gods to the characters in fairy tales and in fiction, drama, art, dance, film, TV, even comic books and video games, we see the same basic set of prime and ancillary archetypes again and again and again. And each of the signs, each of the 24 signs, has main and ancillary archetypes associated with it. You each have your own set of archetypes on which you draw.

The psychologist Carl Jung, who was heavy into astrology, really brought the notion of archetypes into the mass consciousness and our brand of Humanistic Astrology, founded by someone called Dane Rudhyar, was in turn inspired in large part by the work of Jung. As a point of interest, you might like to know, that at last count there were actually 84 different branches of Astrology which speaks to the multi-purpose and multi-application of the Zodiac itself and how it serves as a metaphor and a mandala for everything. This is probably one of those bits that you’re not getting here, again just let it wash over you, and we’ll try to make it a bit clearer.

First, who here has had their chart read by an astrologer? Okay so you know when you see an astrologer they prepare a chart for you. It’s a wheel, looks like this. (Show Chart) It’s the wheel of the Zodiac, the full Zodiac. And what makes each of our charts unique—New York, unique, New York—is the particular pattern which, when one factors in all the planets and asteroids, is as individual as a finger print. Even twins born minutes apart will have different birth charts, natal charts. And anyway, twins tend to gravitate toward different ends of the spectrum of chart interpretation but that’s another subject.

So you can pass that around. And what we look at, as astrologers, is the placement of the planets in the various twelve signs in the various twelve houses, and the connections between these planets. That tells us the basic story of your life, your strengths and weaknesses, your potentials and pitfalls, your purposes and challenges to overcome. In our private practice with clients it is the first thing we look at. We will use other charts, too, to tell us where you might be in any given time in your life journey but we always relate those back to the original natal chart.

We read the chart counter clockwise from 3’oclock. And the houses are numbered 1-12 all the way around. Now in “Carlo”‘s chart the first house is ruled by the sign of TK, the second by TK and so forth all the way around. But in the Natural Zodiac the first sign is Aries, second Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo all the way around to the twelfth sign of Pisces. These signs are the Natural Rulers of the Houses of their same number. So no matter what sign rules Carlo’s first house or your first house, the first house itself is always associated with the sign of Aries and its ruling planet Mars and all the innumerable qualities and assignations that go along with the sign of Aries.

The first house is that of Self, among other things. And, I don’t know if any of you are Aries or know someone that is, they tend to be pretty Self-y if not ish. And there is a reason for that. Well a “reason”. It harkens back to those energies those archetypes. Just as they’ve been personified as gods and characters in literature and so forth, they also live in us and we are personifications of them. Over your head it’s okay don’t worry about it. It’s sinking in some where.

We can take Carlo’s chart back. Okay so that is a person’s individual birth chart. Separate from but of course related to the Zodiac itself. That gorgeous circle with its twelve signs depicted by these beautiful mythical creatures and “fantastic beasts” (to answer the proverbial question: this is where to find them). The Zodiac means circle of animals. It shares the same root word as Zoo. And indeed eleven of the twelve signs are depicted by animals if you count humans as animals since Virgo and Aquarius both have human

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We doubled up on our intial rehearsal today and got much done. We had a light soup of watercress and cauliflower for lunch so I didn’t get too slowed down, and had salmon with avocado,rice, salad for dinner

the following is a transcript from our lecture series. all rights reserved:

…figures and Libra the only inanimate symbol in the Zodiac in The Scales. I don’t know if anyone here is a Libra or knows someone who is but Libras do tend to be in a word abstract.

Okay, so yeah. The zodiac. I know what the zodiac is. First of all you don’t second of all have you ever stopped to ask yourself what this thing truly is. Or why it has not only survived down through the ages but it factors in to our lives on a pretty regular basis. You can’t pass a newstand or go online without some mention of astrology or the zodiac. It has somehow survived for eons, appealing to us on some level, keeping itself alive in our lives and imagination. But few people have ever really taken the time to examine the zodiac. To meditate on it as a mandala. We have of course. We’ve spent our life doing so. And over the years it has spoken to us. Not just in terms of reading our clients. But just on its own.

This thing. This thing. What is it. It’s meant to depict the circle of constellations in the sky. But have you ever seen the constellations? Do they really look like a Ram or a Bull or a SeaGoat? Not really. And it’s not important. The constellations were really just like ancient post-it notes that reminded the ancient peoples that, at this certain time of year or that, the energy “feels” rather Ram-like or Bullish or SeaGoaty??? Yes because these animals and humans and the scales are all symbols. They’re all metaphors for a set of ideas and feelings and directives, all of which are coded in this thing called the Zodiac. This thing we’re so used to seeing we ignore it. Well we don’t and neither should you.

Because we believe that the Zodiac itself is far more than the sum of its individual parts, signs and houses. It is, as a whole, something powerful. Just as it depicts our Solar System from our earthly perspective, IT IS A SYSTEM we believe. An ancient system for…ready…drumroll…for self-actualization. It’s an ancient self-help manual. It’s the original twelve-step program. And don’t think for one minute that our modern twelve-step programs aren’t based on the design of this twelve-step system. That’s the T.

We would be here for months if we were to provide you every in and out of why we know this to be true. Because every sign has associated with it innumerable attibutes and assignations. We are going to just stick to a few to illustrate each of the signs, the twelve steps, in quick succession. It’s just an overview but it will illustrate the logic of the zodiac as a system for ordering your life. You’ve heard of living a full-life? A whole life? A 365° experience of life. Well this little baby (the zodiac) has the answers and asks you the right questions. We even have a little questionnaire for you which we’ll send you away with to answer at your own leisure how about that?

So we’re going to focus on a few things. We’re going to focus on each of the sign’s mottos. We’re going to look at the element and what’s called the quality of each sign, in combination, and we might explore the symbol of the sign itself as well as the planetary rulership or each sign and perhaps touch on its body rulership or that of its age span or its associative myth. But that’s really it and we’re going to do it fast, because…(looks at watch) we want to leave plenty of time to sign your books and so forth before we all head off to our dinners. We’re meeting friends for Chinese food and we’re psyched.

Twelve. It’s the number of cosmic order. Three, a magic number associated with the divine (the trinity) times Four, a number or earthly existence, the elements and four corners of the world. Four elements—fire, earth, air, water—times three qualities—cardinal, fixed and mutable—make up the particular element-quality combination specific to each of the signs. Over your head don’t worry about it it’s fine.

In this reading of the zodiac. Let’s call it the 85th as yet unnamed branch of Astrology, let us remember the zodiac is a metaphor for you and you’re own journey. The zodiac’s twelve signs and houses really illustrate the different aspects of You, in turn, with encoded wisdom on how to fire on all these twelve cosmic cylinders if you will. In this philosophy, we look at people born any particular sun sign as just another attribute of it. They are simply the best, examples, literally personifications, of that sign’s particular energy. To help us understand it. Again, don’t worry you’re getting it.

Here we go. Wanna time it and see how fast we can do it?

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, 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.
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Libra 14° (October 6)

Banalities of the day include contacting the dentist, adding Aries man and woman notes to their prospective checklists (ch heck!) and printing out their Blague bits. I also need to get in a bit of teeth whitening after dinner. The whole Lilith connection should impact Aries woman (sidebar) in a meaningful way. Sophia in Greek related to term meaning “skill in handicraft and art” to describe Athena an Hephaestus specifically. Allegory of Wisdom and Strength at the Frick. Cardinal equals primary (first) initial and initiation, the spark of ignition. Jakob Bohmne. Antroposophy equals Steiner. From Natura to Divine Sophia. Also we should check out the Diana Wicca world.CM

White witch families running antithetical to lizared king families. Set in 1998 199? Funny? “Cosmic Joke” aspect and backstory to be more mystical for instance in our live shows we have said that we met at a summer capm for gifted children of our ilk. During George W…for each and everyone of those tired old Bushes there were any number of cocks. 

Taurus man is driven by a need to impress others, which then, in reflection, contributes to a sense of self-worth. Nobody as appearance conscious. We said not man of action but reaction and that strong defense is best offense—2 things we say about Aries woman. We say he’s cryptic, lost in subjectiver perceptions…maybe we need to thin about that. For sure it might take time to “get im”. We say much planning goes into his serendipitous success, pretending it all just happened…..like Billy pretending we got him Joe’s gig. He feigns naivite and innocence.

We should do more in regard to the flower god archetype, Nature god. He does wht it is in his nature to do. So unlike Aries where it is a calling of birthright, born in his head. This is all about tending to himself, like a garden, revealing his beauty. What it is in his nature to do. We say you can’t ask him for a favor but we can get into JVB not wanting to know. Wanting to stay ingnorant. Not wanting to wade in. Wanting to avoid conflict. Not to say the Taurean epicurioan won’t stir the pot. He can be devastated by breakups. Or won’t commit to them so as to avoid pain. We talk about Chauncey Gardner but we don’t say his “love interest in the story is called Eve” or that he wants a woman who will get him in trouble, who will be in trouble herself, cause trouble, that might be an interesting take.

JB will keep characters around who fluff him. I almost called them customers. People are audience, paying customers. We say terrified of rejection….we can add it is a numbers game, it’s about quantity of admirers. We say mother shows affection but puts screws to him squelching emerging sexual self but NOW WE DISAGREE “we have since amended that view!!” actually he has free reign and she encourages him to be sexy (reflects on her) even brings girls around getting the worship going. She is like his madame, he sees relationships as unstable given his parents’ example and he wants to make sure he satisfies the woman’s agenda to reverse the mother-father dynamic maybe. He lets himself be caught (up in worship). Unlike Aries he looks for strong mommies who will likewise give him full bearth.He doesn’t have love interests he has collection fo those for whom he is one. Aphrodite into chicken hawk. His mother was a tree. His mother was incestuous with his father Adonis Myrrha.

We say Avedon, Astaire, Ellington. Even their names are elegant. He appears one way but is another. Mightn’t like you but good at pretending and toleratintg so long as there is payoff. Can be flirtatius in unlikely/inappropriate situations.  Choreographed walk, quite literally. More thought out. Spends too much time in the mirror cultivating what you see, lots of time and energy going into looking effortless.Maybe a nerdy walk (‘billy ) but one that was made up. JVB every action began as an idea married to Bohman packing books and underwear.  Myopic not just in metaphoric way. Will not fight. Pacifist in the extreme. Gorgeous George in Bugs Bunny.  Not very aspirational in relationships because can’t be put in that position. Doesn’t have to invest emotionally feels like he gives enough letting her/him have him. He will take money gifts and advantage. She/he will do anything to keep him 

Boyish might be wrong word to use for him. We said jumping anything that moves WE AMEND THAT there is a price. Flirting takes form of teasing, tormenting, the adult equivalent of pulling pigtails. If and when he is dumped it is catastrophic and he can’t handle it needs meds never stops talking about it better never to fall in love nad let others for for him. Can you imagine JVB broken hearted. You’d have to have a heart to break. Wants others to feel sorry for him. Works on sympathy. Hello JCM. Feel bad for me (as if). Cultivates a cult following without ever being imposing (of his will) like cult leader. His worth is determined by others appreciation not the self-kind. WE SAID: insecure about his intellect. Always trying to impress.  Try to extend the metaphor of the build up not always matching the delierablesTakes a lot to coaxt him out.We say: Steeped in feminine experience. Seeks tenderness and patient understanding. Extend the metaphor on above. 

We have nothing of the guy who likes to cuckhold. Sexually plays the Bull role. Bulls in that position are major narcissists. Also touch on fact that he feels like he has a female soul. Total fruitfly. Slow steady Taurus can handle the excitement of the situation which might overwhelm some men. Also women lasting longer as he does again without pressure to perform so he can luxuriate in the situation and if can make two women hungry for him at once. The trick of the third section is to make everything metaphoric. Just as he does this sex thing so too at work or with friends and family he does this…

Cheats out of certain default laisser faire view of life and a kind of laziness, lax toward relationship ground rules. To lazy to regulate himself. And why not—life is short. A divorced neighbor who will treat him husband-like. He is suggestible and can separate the sensation from the source (being with same sex for instance. We said “sexual reassignment” which is really dated. We weren’t saying trans then. Although we did say he might end up a trans lesbian. He is a home and garden queen

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 946-950. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day

This was Thanksgiving Day. I don’t remember being terribly happy when all was said and done. I know I was alone drinking red wine and making food and by the time it was all cooked I was so full I couldn’t eat any of it. At moments like that you think, well, maybe I should have opted to be around people after all; then again, the same-sameyness of being someone without family come holiday time makes me want to bolt familiar settings completely, escaping to some European enclave. I want to see the small towns of Alsace and such places. I want to be based in another reality where education and health care is covered and not everyone has a gone even if for killing a surplus of deer. It’s American even in New England. And we’re back to the pilgrims and Thanksgiving.

Ever been to Plymouth rock? That’s all it is. Anyway I think the plan for tomorrow is to get the ad up and running and then draft a sponsor letter while running through and sending all A.F. people their book. So that will be #4. And the kitchen set up should be #5. There will be one or two new things to write for the design documents we’re working on. And whatever else pops to mind tomorrow can become present-day entries. Then Friday’s challenge is to write the 24 off the top of my head new evolutionary feeling snapshots that can serve as the front matter for next year’s horoscope books.

What might be a good follow up to that is the devising of the newsletter, with its various components. That could be very helpful in killing birds. Before you know it Billy Boy you will be working solely on your creative solo project, allowing your many fans of the Blague applaud you all the while toward your next soaring success. Right now you must be content with punching your way out of a paper bag. It does seem a bit insane en route, but I think the logic will be revealed. If we stay super close to the bone, all will be possible and all will be revealed.

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A whole bunch of interesting folk are born on February 8. You might think this isn’t à propos but it is.

The Cosmic Blague will largely be synonymous with living up to being some kind of modern Mage. The truth is I am endowed with pretty stellar psychic ability but the fact I can’t control it in any way shape or form, and that it’s taken me a lifetime to trust it, precludes any patting myself on the back for any of it. And yet it is part of me. And there are funny stories, one including a fence, and one including an old man in Rome, that pop to mind. I cannot wait to be able to take two trains with an overnight to Rome again. The phrase make it so has lately been ringing in my ears. This begins February 19 of next year.

On March 21, I will walk up stairs and create my first official tweet of a new era. I will be speaking with you, much like this, telling the world what I plan to do hourly, daily, weekly. I will tell you that I am studying a sex-sign per fortnight. (And I’ll be making notes for my next big book). I will also be, in part each day, Blaguing again about the Sabian Symbols, making some Poetic Notes on the Sabian Symbols. And I will talk about my discoveries of the sign of Aries man, for example, and engage the audience. So that’s book, two being given a little sugar. I think I might even work a bit on the aura books. Making some notes on the vibration of color and so forth. We can explore the entire enterprise and estate of each day.

Maybe we can come up with 360 degree symbols based on the Sabian symbol. That could be beautiful.

Noted. I think the notion of our being in Europes for Haute Couture means we must start exploring all those casts and characters. I look so forward to leading with asthetics for a while in my life. The showbiz life is one thing, and it is my primary love, but after some time you end up feeling just like a person who was born in a trunk.

Paragraphs I want to deliver people:

#1 I am really happy for your success and I see into you and know what you’re up against. You feel it could have all been different, that you’d be bigger; so you pretend not to hurt at taking the jobs you do, even though they would be great for somebody—they’re just not great for you. So you fake it. And you puff it up and you will blow it out and milk it, of these things I have no doubt. I’m going to try and experiement and offer my services to you. I can co-produce things. I can act. I can do whatever. I think there is great potential here. I really wish you’d stop smoking. It’s so gross. And all the whistling in the graveyard meanwhile. The thing is you lied. You did. You put on a show for your “manager” whom we knew and you blew that relationship because you said we were going to pay you some ridiculous some when the plan was to split 50/50 whatever we made which was nothing. When he came over you turned it on and preteneded we were mid conversation about “wrapping up our deal” when that wasn’t true at all. I ended up giving you a quarter of what you asked for just because. And still you didn’t really do right by the relationship. You rather threw it under the bus. But we have to rise above. And we can never bring it up to you—you would only go on the attack again. It goes with the territory being me: I have to let so much slide and suffer such slings sometimes. I have to be the bigger person. That’s what I am all about, in this lifetime anyway. In the next one the gloves may be off.

#2 And you. You seem to forget one basic fact in your forging through every conversation: you don’t have to make a living. You could basically do nothing, ah but there’s the rub. You still seem to choose to call yourself X when X mightn’t be your strongest suit and, because you have unlimited time and resources, you can afford to be just okay. And that would be fine. But you challenge us all to critique you all the time. It really can be exhausting. And the truth is no, you’re not the best in the world at X; but that wouldn’t even matter if we thought you were having fun doing it. There is no good or bad at X or anything. There is just the love of the do. I would do anything to help you see that forest for the trees. Just enjoy it more and we’ll all enjoy it more. Just throw it out there and don’t need anything in return. Performing should be one big long way of saying Fuck It. And the truth is I do really value your friendship and I want to speak honestly. I do think you have talent and I’ve thought so since the first time I saw you when, I think, you were, purposefully or not, being very simple. Simple really works for you. Light and simple and sweet is, well, the sweet spot of how you shine. I really believe in you. I wish you believed more in yourself. And I wish you’d stop hanging around malignant narcisissits who have become reliant on your worship. Idolatry isn’t good. You are your own true goddess. Do an incantation to YOUR higher power.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, 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.
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Libra 13° (October 5)

I know it’s painful but I have to just get into this. Athena gives the kid to be raised she doesn’t actually raise it. Ares means imprecaution, brave, ruin. Phobos Fear and Terror. Prone to mansplaining, man of steel, feels snubbed so easily. Tarot, botanicals, animal. If so then what. None of this really needs to make sense to you, reader, consider it like trying to get the ignition of a car to turn over. It’s just so much of that. The point is to chip away, chip away. The more I think of it, as I said yesterday, the more I’m convinced that the eight of pentacles in the tarot will be the guiding card of this project. Foremost the card signifies the importance of just showing up, putting the time in, even if it feels arduous and tedious in equal measure. It is also a paradoxical card (as they all are of course) in that it portrays the perfecting of the craftmanship of the work of creation, little by little over time, but also the perfecting of the self as craftsperson, being worked upon by the work itself, or works themselves, the pieces of art creating a better artist, bit by bit.  I’m very much down with that interpretation. 

After a day of getting in I managed to make a bit of progress and then sat outside in the fresh to take stock of where I am. Today was difficult on four hours sleep but we did manage to push forward, much thanks to the power of the eight of pentacles. It was nice for S. that she had a guest this weekend for a couple of hours in the afternoon and then spoke to the jazz-a-gals Sunday as is becoming a custom. We watched that moving documentary about the octopus, which was fantastic and (finally) made the dietetic transition to our autumn menus. I will be working my little tail off these next few days before jumping into the car on Thursday for an overnight surrounding two days of doctor’s appointments. I need to quell my nerves for sure in the process, and just might spend my afternoons doing a bit of online Bikram for sheets and geegles and then packing (and rearranging my closets for the season in the process) in the evening. I am not on schedule but I’m not terribly behind and I have to let the prevailing tarot card work its major magic. Was awoken today at seven by S. yelling we need a fire extinguisher. That was fun. There was a fire under one of the stove burners onto which I chucked water. Cheap appliances. I look forward to getting out of here this year and into a new house and environment and starting up everything anew once again. This might very well include renewing the festival again for 2022. I do not believe that there will be any performances in 2021 due to the pandemic. 

Anyway I’m going to talk myself through some points yet to be discussed for the Aries chapter, working backward. Some teasing and hot conversations during the day may make for foreplay. She does attract very possessive types on the same-sex front especially. We say foreplay schmoreplay. We already said Lilith likes it on top. Sidebar of all the Liliths which we already worked on. Asteroids in general associated with astrological signs. We said Paris didn’t pick her and it meant war. We say she may be with someone lame but won’t we don’t say is that she uses it against her own disability (which is her ability to commit to relationships). It is Hephaestus who frees her from the moment of their experience. Ooh, that is a good one. Mars, Hephaestus, Athena is the birth order. She is first born daughter. E. is on a kind of autopilot and never asks a single question about others way more interested in putting her stories out there (like her dad) and is very much self-mythologizing. Once knew an Aries who dumped a old deco chair on us, which we had in our possession for over a decade, moving it from city to city apartment to apartment then she called one day to say she was picking it up. Wide planal face. We can upgrade to having exaggerated features. Very little nuanced about the Aries, We can do more in terms of the rule of the face: Because this is about identity. We can run with that. Also we do not mention the Cavewoman thing at all. Link to primordial!!! Keira Knightly, Diana Ross, Emma Watson, all the cavewoman with their heavy brows.

Sidebars on the primordial feminine: These are notes from a session with someone I was supposed to speak to today. How funny. S. and I both have Lilith in Scorpio. There is the Asteroid version  about rage, resentment and sexual manipulation. Lilith is Impressionable and objective; the Moon is subjective. We spoke to that NBC journalist she was into asrology but hadn’t read our book(s)? What’s up with that. She had an affinity for Lilith. I asked if she was an Aries (to which we assign the Lilith archetype. And she was. Of course.

She may even flaunt her sons virility to the girls he likes. Dangling him. Making friends with them in appropriately. She is not the most faithful of females. Then again she often mates with males that outright or subtly enjoy playing the cuckhold. Patsy Stone’s mother. Incantations to the divine feminine. Evolving is channeling into more Buddhist direction. ** on the mentor subject ** checking their self-sufficiency. Who is helping them out really. Do they just appear self starting? E. once again. The first-born female/daughter archetype is not uberfeminine, the female embodiment of the masculine (Mar) principle. The Ewe on the bluff, she calls others.  Relationship to other women, we say invites scrutiny and derision. She might work on that.

Aries men pursue, she draws others out. She turns them into Aries-type men in effect. We said she draws fire. She fights against the patriarchy whereas Leo works within it (can’t beat ‘em join ‘em attitude….Artemis gets into the race, into the hunt.)  The least impressionable and empathetic of creatures. Empathy not strong suit. We needn’t say she should fight against this nature but best to be aware of it as a short-coming. She is so much about her own intention and feelings. We say Larry Darrell in Razor’s Edge. His true counter part is Sophie (Sophia, goddess of wisdom). She can be consumed by tragedy and self-destruction.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 941-945. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day

On November 18, I awake in Wellfleet and my diary from that day reads:

Pasta. VSB grant. Finances.

On top of which, here is another Dada Mission:

The Next Page

The Terribly Wonderful Process of Writing

Experts at Living How To Live

Essential S + C These memos written to Stella

Should be the format of creating cntent

The other half can be secrets, poems,

both biz brand and philosophical memos

It is the engine.

Action Item: What are the top 10 Things about being you?

Focus must be Afterglow and Provincetown.

Festival to Sponsors

Grow to the next Year 8

Seven felt like the end of a cycle and Year Eight we hope will portray fransformation and grown in an overall vision, which incorporates, encorportates, champions ? man goals.

LIST THEM…what are the goals of Afterglow this year.

Eight is number of power of infinity, the lemnicaste, of crystalization and distillation.

Speak to the progress the WGBH and other press and so forth.

Articulate what the Glow Festival. meet with Boston Globe

Start to work other arenas.

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On November 19, I awake in Wellfleet and my diary from that day reads:

Heard back from P. yesterday in a very kind note. Drove to Orleans late day after Bianca for wine and orange cheese. The morning we shopped in Provincetown and then spoke with Cathleen.

This will constitute one in a series of instances that might all fall under the heading: barely got away with it. It’s never good to be the messy one and, though I manage to avoid that most times, I do notice that there have been more instances with frequency in the last quarter of the year. Oh well. That me would be glad to know I’m now in self-love mode such that I’m not drinking a drop of anything alcoholic. It goes in cycles for me. But given the larger socio-political landscape and general shape of things, it’s been that much easier to lose oneself in a pre-dinner bottle of Lambrusco. But it never solves anything.

Anyway here I am getting an enormous handle on all that needs to be done during the next month, while I generate content for ten blagues a day over the next, still, let’s see, over roughtly tne next eight or nine days. That doesn’t sound so bad now come to think of it. By this time next week I should be in pretty good shape actually. It’s very strange this whole process of distillation whereby I have gone through ever piece of paper on my desk (there is a small pile on the other side of the room dating back, no doubt, to this time last year, but it doesn’t quite make sense to tackle that now. I should probably do so on Saturday when I will need a good deal of material to work against. As it is right now I’m pretty much full up on what needs or doesn’t need to happen in the coming days.

I think once I again meet myself next week and are back to normal one Blague a day I will begin drafting the evening before and then finish it during the course of the day, beginning in the morning. I can record just about anything on any given day. Especially days that aren’t writing days, I can still represent some of my ideas, ongoingly, without getting quote unquote behind again. That is for the birds. And I say I was derailed by the publishing news we received in October but really, let’s face it: I was in a position to let myself be derailed and that’s not so dandy.

I do need to rewrite any dodgy headlines this year. I think it will be easier than I imagine. There are so many wonderful people out there and I need to get out and social this year. I need to give myself the gift of as low a percentage of body fat I can muster and I need to get a bike lock so I can leave my bicycle at the Provincetown Inn. I think I’d like to get myself a room there from time to time, maybe even from hotel 2night. I can also make that part of my rounds with hoteliers: We are looking to move ourselves back to Provincetown do you have any leads? Meanwhile we are going to stay at hotels randomly this summer. Do you have a secret hotline we can call?

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On November 20, I awake in Wellfleet and my diary from that day reads:

Cousin Jim let slip today that he loves having us here and hopes we’ll continue to stay. This coming off our washing machine dying its full death before we left for the UK last month. He made clear he wasn’t going to buy a new one, that it was on us; which would be cast into a strange light, admittedly, if he didn’t want us to stay on come end of lease next year. But one never knows. So now we know he is smitten and as keeping this place is such a cinch—touch wood—we have a couple more years of phenomenal daily beach walks ahead.

Joan Didion probably tops the list of authors, in her case, essayist and novelist, whom I’ve never read but wanted to read. I saw Griffin Dunne’s documentary and not only loved it; but it loosed in me a spree of creative expression, such that I was determined to watch the doc again the next morning, which I did; I long to see it again. S. has been a rabid fan since the stone age but being no kind of white woman, I wasn’t rushing to read Didion because, anyway, I don’t read, a fact, I’m now determined to change. And I chose Didion to read.

I read the preface and whereupon realized I am reading a book of essays, all?, most? of which have been published, thirteen of twenty?, in the Saturday Evening Post? Anyway, she speaks of writing the Slouching Toward Bethlehem essay and having to drink gin and waters 20 hours a day, and take Dexetrine, and all I thought was, ma’am, how could the writing of an essay in a magazine cause all that. Trying writing a 560 page treatise with sidebars and three hundred relationship appendixes over five years. Even I, l’ homme qui resist pas,” waited until the fourth year, and until 5 o’clock, then 1PM, to drink tiny lemon flavored vodkas to push through till 7.

Girl, get over yourself, thought I.

But tonight I might actually read some of Didion’s actual writing. So I might understand her position better tomorrow. I won’t end up doing so until the very last week of December while floating around off the West Indies. Poor me.

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On November 21, I awake in Wellfleet and my diary from that day reads:

Cheese and bread and soup dinner. And I wrote, here, on that very day:

I find that I rise to my full powers around this time of year, if I had to put a cyclical lense on my psychic abiltity per annis. Last night was a sliver of a sliver of a sliver Moon, just a day and a few degrees off the New. We talk about dangling the psychologist and psychic spin of the Starsky + Cox brand, but the truth is there is truthiness without pushing. People find us. We have never solicited a single client.

All of this is true and I’m temped to cut and paste it but really where does one put things like this. Not surprisingly I felt such power in the sign of Scorpio. I suppose into a Blague that is supposed to be funny but isn’t. And boy oh boy do I feel the opposite of self-promoting. That will change. I really need cut my losses with some people I realize. I’m going to have to go into a certain shop, for instance, and pretend that nothing happened.

It looks like maybe Stella would have alreaded headed to viisit family. I stay behind. I know I can have what feels natural without having to lean too far out of my comfort zone. I’m thinking about many things, no doubt. Not least of which is Social Media.

Q will man the S+C Twitter account and S will mind the Instagram. The plan is to be up and running on some kind of system by 12:15 PM on March 20 with the Spring Equinox.

I believe I will start the Sabian Symbols. Will likely present whatever Sabian Symbol that is, hopefully also kind of cuspy. And then start with 1° Aries on the 21st. I’ll also be studying the Aries Man for a fortnight. I’ll be telling the people that’s what I’m doing. Particularly on FB. All the Next book research will be primarily based in Facebook.

I will do weather report every morning as the morning tweet from S + C. I can use random imagery or Sabian imagery—though the more I think about it the lighter I would go on this, but keep this as my private project. I can mention the Sabian Symbol. But might just stick to mentioning anything astrological that’s occuring or something says smooth sailing or some sort. As far as research for next book goes I think I shall put things in the form of a question, maybe pulling from Sextrology and debating about it so…I think QuinnCox on Twitter should be synonymous with the Blague but of course retweet whatever S+C Twitter tweets. All S+C tweets should also be landing on S+C Facebook page which then can be shared on private pages plus Sextrology, Haute Astrology, Cosmic Coupling and in the S+C group.

The midday S+C tweet will vary by day. The seven revolving themes are TK but include: “Today is the Day…” , perhaps something to do with the Kitchen or in the meantime some remerching and for sure some kind of V-Day advertisement. I’m on it.

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I was in Wellfleet on this day and made some kind of Pasta for dinner while gearing up for an entire Thanksgiving weekend meal(s) for myself, since I was going to be very much alone. I know I was already compartmentalizing on many levels. I recently came across a piece of paper (I chucked out) which outlined the timing with which I had to prep X or psre-cook Y so that I could have a seamless cooking schedule on Thursday and a nice roll-out of leftovers to eat since I would be alone for a total of four days. This day, like today, is a Wednesday, in preparation of some alone time. But in my case it won’t happen for another three days. Still we know how fast that can be. There must be something I can froth together.

I was musing yesterday on how nice it would be to have budget to stay over in Ptown when wanting a full night there a few times a month. I think just always have hotel 2night at the ready. Same for other areas of the Cape. It would be a blast to go to the Ocean House some Spring night and stay at one of the nearby Inns. I actually think I prefer something like that. Or somewhere in the center of Chatham just for a laugh. One really must laugh. I can for sure add that sort of thing to the budget for the coming year. It’s all a crap shoot anyway. I’ve been thinking too about getting high. I was surprised to hear the story about Ezra and J. I can’t imagine dealing with a dealer.

Nowadays it’s legal. So maybe people just give you some and then with a wink you give them an early cash Christmas present? I think it’s great but, being a new phenomenon, in a landscape of nothing quite being, never mind the same but, as it should be. It just adds to the surreality. I don’t recognize this world. It makes me want to regress. To the eighth grade. Where I can tuck into my sister’s bigger full-size bed, she being at college for what will prove just over a semester total, and turn on Family on a…Sunday night I think it was? I want Kristy MacNicol’s problems. What was her name on the show? Something junior lesbianic. Oh, Buddy! That’s right of course it was.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, 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.
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Libra 12° (October 4)

Right so here we go. I am officially “back in.” I pulled the eight of pentacles which is all about perfecting ones skills far from distractions, taking one thing at a time, gaining mastery through repetition. Funny because that really is my mantra in all of this. I’m having some allergy issues, at least I hope that’s what they are. The weekend started off with little sleep but I have been productive nonetheless, tackling some domestic chores en route to getting all that needs doing creativity and professional wise under my belt. This past week entailed the removing of more obstacles and some speeding of the plough, preventative measures, darling. My drug of choice has been AbFab reruns. Seriously au regime for the next six days going to let what needs to fall of do so and be as anti-inflammatory as I can on every metaphysical level. I am at that Dada stage three and a half years ago with the entries below and I look forward to mining all of this at the start of the new astrological new year. It is all very rewarding. Did my banking, dump run, cleaned the house, planned the menu and now, like the working in the eight of pentacles I am in my workshop and I’m going to let that be such a good thing. Plenty of thoughts passing through my mind and I’m not going to discount the either. Whatever gets done today gets done today and I shall be very proud of whatever entails accomplishment for every subsequent day. Feeling empowered in that. I think I might make this my mantra card for the year and find all different versions of it to print out. Why not. I am completely up-to-date on finances now which is great. I have a working number that I know I can pay for rent moving backwards and forward. I wonder if there will ever be any more performances again, let alone in the coming year. It’s quite tough actually. 

I was rather speechless the last couple of days after Thursday’s synchronicity fest—with the Full Moon and all the signposts I knew something major had to be in store. I understand how it is that even left-leaning media feels a need to go on record with wishes of speedy recoveries and all of that—I’m sure it’s a job requirement at times like these. I’m less understanding of my more fame-ish friends taking this posture because it seems a bit phony considering their usual rants (and actually just seems like a form of celebrity posturing—sorry not sorry). So I will say this: I wish Potus and Flotus aka Flotsam and Jetsam exactly what they have wished for their fellow Americans and other human beings on the whole including heath care and all essential workers, people of color, people living in impoverished environments, soldiers with bounties on their heads, the military and veterans in general, families separated at the border, women experience forced sterilization, children in cages, every tax payer they’ve ripped off by stealing stimilus funds, taxpayers in general (since they don’t pay any) people who get their healthcare through the ACA, the LGBTQIA communities, those caught in the prison system, people with mental health issues, victims of hurricanes, wildfires, floods and other manfiestations of climate change, and, of course, everyone who has needlessly suffered and/or died from COVID-19. I’m sure I’m forgetting other large swaths of our newly third-world citizenry and those around the world who have been impacted by this money laundering, human trafficking, venal, evil administration.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 936-940. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

On November 13, I am in Paris and my diary reads:

Train to London. Waldorf Hilton=gross. Back to Aldwych. Lunch at Frenchie. Met at Shoreditch House with P + M. Left my phone and glasses in a black cab.

And here I now am on February 7th writing this which is something written some time in January. So we are all over the temporal map. I may bring in things from early 2017 as well. We’re waxing eternal.

But now for Dada Minutes #2 

AsterCast is our art deconstruct paint – metallics gris gris

Sign two year lease save three year money

Paris consultancy top priority. Lo-tech.

List of artists Redifining Glow Fest

Set up Glowberon and Afterglow

Boston Globe Bunny

Fine weed Raina fill Audience Afterglow Mark Cortale

Jim and Serge Inspiration Room Paint the shelves and walls

Fracture glass on my own drawings

Pick up ball

Forty nine

I think that’s the best we’re going to do folks. But did you know that you can put 4 cups of just off the boil water and two cups of shredded coconut into the Vitamix and flip a swish and have coconut milk. They say strain it but we don’t. Makes some very yummy things so good to have on hand. And super inexpensive if you get the coconut in bulk.

Paris.

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On November 43, I awake in London and my diary reads:

To Heathrow, to Boston to Eliot, dinner at Uni at 5:30. Bed

I have mixed feelings about being home from this trip. It ended pretty badly due to the lack of sleep for days in that apartment which promised to be so beautiful. You have to be careful in Paris. It’s best to stake out your neighborhood at night before jumping at any apartment. But I’m superpsyched to this year be able to tell Susie to start looking. I want a two-bedroom for sure. It’s all about sharing with friends and S’s family.

We have been artists all our lives, yet, over the last decade things were more cerebral, academic and writerly, not so much visual. At this point, after the trip, I’m focused on writing our Christmas show for Joe’s Pub in what will be a marathon sprint while catching up on the backlog of clients wishing to see us, plus all the going through after having been gone for a month.

In present tense, I offer up another Dada Minutes:

Smart Fun @ Dinner Parties

Green is my favorite color. I love

Green Pens

Promote for V-Day

Best read in bed or at lively dinner parties

Felt

Home Photo Shoot

Max Steele Excel Program Artists

Communication 1st Morning Weather Report with Quinn (pic)

w Koss Headphones and mic

Form a Musical Band from the Artists

TV+Books

Quinn Does

S+C “Felt Up”

What can be “merchandised” as collateral

Afterglow: Talk about future but link to recent press

[name of our holiday show-redacted]

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On November 15, I awake in Boston and my diary reads:

Client day then back to Uni then sleep.

It might be around this time that I learn David Drake is taking over Provincetown Theater. Thank God. It’s time for some talent in that building. I came upon a letter I started typing but this list on the back of it is more evocative:

Realtors

Boston Biz (Missionaries)

Wharf People

Boston Glow 100

Afterglow 1000

JVB Show

Social Media

And then this:

We are doing what we do in a way you’ve never before seen us do.

Uplaod Press. 77 days 20 Ptown Boston Places Big To Do

Reach out to the 365 Ptown Peoplw with what

A new “something” about Afterglow plus the Boston Globe article

1. Sparkler. email plus mailer to find and publish all 365-ers

Write how and talk about it

Radio guru Write Offs last minute letter about getting six months ahead

Intershiops to BU, Emerson, Harvard, MIT

Wikipedia. Assistant List

Book Provincetown Inn

How to open an Ebay store. H0tel, Tech, Travel

Summer interns

Afterglow Newsletter

new venue

quotations (splash page)

3. Glowberon

4 no other shows

5. missionary sponsorships
6. hotel problem

Info at Barismo 90 days how unspiritual

Write Pascale

People to follow Artists + Biz Places and other happenings

Cyber Monday VSB Done. First lines for Blagues some portraits

Paper Wall In start Filling In Speak to it Give me a B.

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On November 16, I awake in Boston and my diary reads:

Sonsie. Apple store. Pouring rain. TV show with host Hennessey. Waypoint. Bridget Barkan. Home James.

Then this:

The never too late. You can go back again idea. It’s ever a backdrop. The notion of writing a book of this sort might be inspirational to actors. Being very good but not really ever doing anything out of class except those tiny bits on Broadway. I do entertain the thought. Looking through my notebook where this lives I find a crazed three-quarters of a page of me talking to myself about the patterning of how to fix the repeat-problem in the horoscope books. I’m really not that natural and mathematical things. Although I am perfectly contented this February in my life, I can’t say why. I sure it has something to do with it being day ten sans alcool. Anyway, the bit of the notebook was labelled Rabitt Hole in green ink.

I’m excited about the design company being based in Provincetown. I can picture the whole thing now. I have my reason to enlist realtors.

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Eastern Standard, lousy place, lousy breakfast. Twink waiter looking for a sugar daddy. S to Cambridge. South Station. Bus to Car. Orleans for picnic food. Cheese and cornichon.

I looked up sic and this is what it said sic¹

sik/adverb

used in brackets after a copied or quoted word that appears odd or erroneous to show that the word is quoted exactly as it stands in the original, as in a story must hold a child’s interest and “enrich his [ sic ] life.”

If the last bit makes any sense to you let me know. Oh, wait, you can’t because you’re not actually out there. I have no readership. Of this I am aware. And yet I am just over a month away from completing at three-year-long daily Blague without a single day missing! So I think it’s safe to say that I do this for me. You’re still wondering though why I brought up sic

Never mind you don’t need to know yet. Suffice to say that I needed to as a jumping off point for something else I’m working on. It says in my schedule I tackle it after the 16th of February, 2018.

I miss simple pleasures. I want to go to the movies but I don’t want to get a flu. Soon I’ll be able to take my long constitutionals on the beach. I wonder if I mightn’t hit all my marks this year. Perhaps I need to keep the pledge. I have been watching Ken Burn’s doc Prohibition in three parts and I absolutely love it. I was fascinated by the Washingtonian movement. It would actually make a fantastic screenplay idea. Yeah, so where do you write down, on what list, an idea like that. Do you put it in Sharpie on a blank white card and pin it to your wall as evidence you’re bipolar?

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

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Libra 11° (October 3)

W.O.W. The idea that someone in the present who is already experiencing something fantastical and there are established stories finds a coded treatise in the floor and that eventually gets sorted and spills out and starts a whole other series. That ends with putting the book int the floorboards. The character would be bisexual and maybe live in Melville’s time, though I think it actually would be earlier. When two hundred years before that there would have been witches the name would be Wild. IN the present perhaps they are Woods. Once I get all of this many present things accomplished.

Kalokagathia
Robert R. McCammon is someone I want to explore as an author

Ask about Copyrights. If we find out of print books can we publish electronic versions of them under our own aegis with a forward by Starsky + Cox. If they are in the public domaine for instance. Can we find a small press on Cape Cod, or otherwise in New England to partner with. These are the types of things that appeal to me. Out of print book collection. Antiques etc. Would be so nice to open a little shop. What if nothing were to come of it. Would it matter? I don’t think so. 

Okay going to run down the immediate needs. Work through AW chapter. 3-7 work through both TM and TW. Make exact menu list. Expand with Linked In. Sonos, Reg-gram

Given what Chani Nicholas is doing, we have our own relationship with her work. We are inclusive but we are not queer specific as she is.

Re–merch:
Huffington Post piece on us.
Daily Telegraph piece on us.
Chelsea Handler appearances. (we should act like: I suppose we will have to go back on TV)

We’re not defending Astrology. We’re saying it encompasses and expresses everything. This was how the line first appeared. Though it migh be better to say.We are not defending Astrology, au contraire: We believe it encompasses everything, and expresses the All. I’m going to keep playing with that. 

In the Books folder there is info on Special Sales and Foreign (Sextrology)
sample other’s Wikipedias. Make a simple sketch of the Podcast pitch. 
Other performers: Marga, Machine. Action Items just saying it can even make it happen
Put all cards of people I’ve collected into my mailing list and into my own address book. 
J. Cricket Branding project. Revisit April 10 and start getting words down and out
Podcast Pitch. Survey Financial Situation. Read Business Plan (and dovetail with Inventory Astercast written elements a la brandbook). Re-gram. The not us: We have never been failed actors or a mass-produced brand. We consult and never disclose our clientele..
I need a major break from the institutionalized narcissism that characterizes this platform which divides more than it unites. I’ve never liked groups or cliques and in our cancel culture I feel retraumatized a lot here. Provincetown, too, is a lot like FB (that is to say too much like junior high school), a parade of jockeys for praise and popularity where gossip and ganging-up is the order of the day. So…
Sign numbers
Plants
Opposite/Axis signs
Quincunxes

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 931-935. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

It’s actually early February when I’m typing this. So I will also need to jump to today’s date in the journal to give that a start Blague a start. That may make no sense to you, and that’s okay. On November 9th, I’m in Paris and I say:

Breakfast Nouvelle Mairie. Food shopping at Bio Nature. Marlene Dietrich exhibit. Persol lunettes, eau d’emeraude from the church shop, found amazing Korean restaurant, Jimin came to see us, back to dinner at Nouvelle Mairie.

What’s going on now is that I have a small pile of paper and one of many notebooks, but one I’ve been writing in lately, and mainly work stuff. I have to now distill it to know what the main categories are, if you will. There will be ideas about book writing and our consultancy plans and that for the new design company or for the festival and other stage productions, and so on, but those aren’t the actual categories I’m speaking of. I have to figure out what requires what. How many one page treatises that will morph into letters or minutes or webcopy. En route to knowing that, I have to put everything through a couple of grinders. One grinder I’d like to call Dada Minutes which is the result of the process of typing exactly and in the exact order what appears on any given page of random notes. Other grinders include open letters, memos (typically to Stella, but I have had other people in mind at times).as well as spontaneous any-old-little-thing to say….or, as in today’s entry, a sort of introduction to an introduction. But that’s what every day is, the lotus unfolding to reveal more lotus, fractiles within fractiles.

So I just went through all those random pages, maybe a dozen in all, and annotating them, as I’m wont to do, in green pen, my favorite; Stella is on call with clients today and I’m getting down to the nitty gritty. I’m also running out of battery power.

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Breakfast in with nice bread. Early off to the flea market. Walk back through the 17th. Met Mao of Mao Yoga. Saw Impasse Naboulet. Walked to where Pardoxe 67 once was. Fell back in love with Batignolles. Metro to Nouvelle Mairie for lunch. Evening stroll to fetch Persol and to vist our church, thento Susie Holland’s for cocktail party and dinner back at Chez Rene.

I think this was my favorite night of the trip; after which time the private club downstairs will continue to keep us awake all night as it already had the past two; but it was about to be even louder and later and sleep would no longer feature favorably on this trip. But this night was quite wonderful until it wasn’t. I remember it ending on something of a snit, no doubt in anxious anticipation f the inivitable racket. I think too we had had a great deal of time together in close quarters and we needed personal space. I would take it the next day. I’m meant to be working all the while on the e-books but it just proved impossible. I was in Paris so I was going to do stuff.

I think the concern is that living in Paris we would be caught up in some kind of debauch; I think it would be the opposite. I would front-load yoga and delicious food. I also want to make some good friends. I would like to fly over in January and arrive on Cape in June. During that time we could travel to a few key cities and visit friends and have them visit us. Over the summer the flat could be given or rented to friends depending on how much I like them. October and November we return to Paris, but here’s the point: By the end of 2019 we are going to be working with a whole different landscape.

So some things you could be looking forward to: An open letter to Ryan Murphy, letter to sponsors, making sense of my social media world, press release, letters to other venues….

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On November 1,1 I am in Paris and my diary reads:

S at the mosque for hammam. Researching Paris theaters, spoke to guy. Miscommunication I thought S. would text when leaving; she thought meet at Iode so I was late. Tense. Jeuners. Bon Marché, Canal St. Martin, another mishap of lateness. Dom + Nan’s with Stan, Claudia, Esther making cameos. Home at like 4am. Private Club out of control downstairs. Oy.

First on the list of things to do today is to create an ad for V-Day. Something like For Valentine’s Day: February is Self-Love month and Sextrology is loving, probing cosmic survey of selfhood via the stars; and Cosmic Coupling is a rollicking speed through all the possible romantic relationships under the stars; and there are still 48 weeks of 2018 to go so get your book of weekly Haute Astrology horoscope e-book. All by Starsky + Cox. That’s good for starters.

The next thing on my list is to sort out my Dunn and Bradstreet account. I applied for a number a couple of years ago. And that took some doing. Then, as I recall, you register the number with the government. However the Dunn people made a typo and so the numbers didn’t match. More time on phone with them and they promised to (have) fix(ed) it. After lunch I will revisit that:

I am also going to send all the people on my Sponsor and Sparkler list their books today. I hope everybody enjoys the gift.

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On November 12, I am in Paris and my diary reads:

Zero sleep. Breakfast in. Packed up a bit. Went to Freddy’s for lunch. Then to royalist bar on Rivoli and smoke to original barman. Kept waiting to hear from Charlie and bummed around met him at 8PM finally. Aborted Pasta meal at home. Wine from the cafe.

I’m going to type up some Dada Minutes.

This page is called Timeline:

February:

Afterglow: Get notes to all Sponsors
Go through papers and files in office and basement.
Re-write the business plan for the new design collection
Draft an Events Memo
Research planet moves for next year’s Haute Astrology

March:

Re-work the book proposal
Continue on basement, office, upstairs
Cast next year’s Afterglow and Afterglow at Oberon (formerly Glowberon)
Begin research for Nextrology
Intro pages for 2019 Haute Astrology

April:
Design…

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, 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.

Libra 10° (October 2)

Yesterday was lousy with synchronicities. I won’t get into it but wow, wow, wow. The evening ended weirdly. I woke up outside just having a dream that I was asleep inside and then went outside. Very confusing upon waking just shy of midnight. I knocked over a glass, broke it and contents went everywhere. Some things I need to articulate: FYI We deposited next couple months and we put the deposit slip in an envelope for you inside screen door of main front door. Would you be so kind as to put two signed new lease in that same envelope and we will fully execute and leave one copy for you. Reminder to please add my name X in addition to Y as per your text exchange. You mentioned wanting to do one-year terms moving forward instead of the two-year term we’ve done last four years. That is totally fine. I will text you when our signed copy is in the envelope for you. Thanks. Just a quick not to update you on CM project. The “anthology” idea they pitched dit not appeal to any networks they pitches, which we understand—our prevailing thought is that audiences like to get to know and invest in recurring characters. As well, the writer they had attached dropped out. The production company is planningto rework a non-anthology pitch. As we told C and company when we first met in person, that, a few years back, the two of us had come up with a scripted show concept about Starsky + Cox world and works. So as we are planning a next Zoom call with M  team, we floated the idea that, having a strong creative concept and, though we wouldn’t presume to be the writers of this show (although we would actually like to be at the table)  having written and performed many, many duo and solo plays, it is in our skill set to creatively conceive and help shape the pitch with them more hands on if that is of interest. They say they welcome that. We also know a great many actors, writers, directors, etc., and M has already welcomed our suggestions on that front. All this to say we thought it important to let you know where we are in the process; and should our roles change or amplify at this point as the team goes back to the drawing board, to alert you to any possible developments which might require a change in our contract and compensation. We will let you know how the Zoom call (October 6) goes one way or the other!

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 926-930. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

Took the train to Edinburgh from King’s Cross yesterday met up with Aine, Flo and Jill at the Edinburgh Residences. Had a wee drink then hopped a cab to the Dog’s for dinner. I didn’t like it nearly as much as I did years ago. Completely unmemorable. A few glasses decent Monserat after an anemic Languedoc. Then back to the hotel, where the three had gin tonics (how?), for another glass of red then bed. Woke up to a full Scottish breakfast then immediately started assembling our costumes. Jill and Flo went to fetch the car—a giant white people carrier—from the airport. We piled in and set off. Aine is a lively chatterbox and kept the conversation going. I tried to fall asleep, determined to take a nap later. Went over the new bridge at the Firth of Forth or whatever it’s called. Arrived Aberfeldy in good time and had lunch at The Three Lemons, as is now tradition. Then a stroll where we found a lovely clothing shop of repurposed tweed and some makeup we needed for the party. Then to the Fortingall which is home to the oldest living tree, if not the oldest living thing, on Earth. I never did sleep. Stuffed myself into formalwear and got into costume. We looked great and ended up finalists—five out of two hundred—in the costume contest. Saw wonderful Jackie and Laurence and really spent a great deal of time with them at the party. LLB challenging as usual but I adore his quipping affection. Was a full moon. The party was of course incredible but slightly unnerving given the dystopian theme. Saw a guy in a mask that only revealed his mouth and I said: Is that Rob? Of course it was Rob Roth which was weird. How do you know Jo, I asked. I’m here with the band he responded. Then of course we know who that must be. Debbie Harry or Blondie. It was Blondie. Had some bonding moments with a few people including Emma Watson who was adorable. All the HP girls got up on stage and danced as Debby was singing. Party was long and fun and slightly squiffy. Discovered the oysters way too late. Didn’t win the costume bit. Don’t remember going to sleep.

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Breakfast at Fortingall and brunch at Jo and Neil’s then back to Edinburgh. Flo was hungover and needed a lie down. We trammed from the airport where we dropped off Aine. Had a quick drink at the Residences then met Flo and Jill for Indian. Couldn’t find the restaurant as the map with directions was misleading. But got a little walk in, in the brisk Scottish air. It was Guy Fawkes whatever that means. We heard fire works but didn’t see any. Took a nap and caught up on some emails. Noticed Chris Stein, who is quite cranky, had put up some sychophantic shots of Jo and Debbie, so being the sychophant that I am, I shared them on social media. Meanwhile, I had caught up with my Instagram, including great shots of ourselves in costume. We really did well, having collected all the elements thereof on our many beach walks back in Wellfleet. The Indian food was rather amazing but I really wasn’t sleepy and only sort of dozed in and out all night.

The truth is I had been partying for days and never quite recovered from the huge party in Scotland. I wouldn’t have admitted it then but I think I felt pretty lousy, but soldiered through because that’s what the die-hard do. I can’t wait to be stationed in Europe such that short-range travel can become more de rigeur and we can see many nearby cities and countries we’ve yet to explore it actually just makes good sense to refocus from a Paris or London.

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Presently on the train to London and procrasting (or productinating) writing this instead of the horoscope books that beckon. We had another major Scottish breakfast and cabbed it to Waverly station in Edinburgh. Our seats go backwards which is nauseating and there isn’t enough room for me to put my computer on the tray top in front of me and actually type. So I’m on borrowed time sitting in someone else’s seat. Question: Why is there always the young girl who looks just fine and fresh faced who then spends better time of the journey putting on gobs of makeup? And then takes a series of selfies. She is the same girl, typically, who then has some kind of online chat with someone, laughing all the while like some vacant doll. It’s just one brand of crazy of which I am aware. And so many people in the quiet car wear headphones, unaware that they are breathing as heavily and audibly as they are. But I’ve always been a rather cranky passenger.

I managed to have a blast anyway. We switched at King’s Cross for the Eurostar. It is ridiculously convenient that they moved it all to this station which is within seven minutes’ walking distance from our friends house in London where we regularly stay. I cannot wait to get my two-bedroom apartment in Paris so I can return the favor and have all manner of guests. It is my current dream! And I am determined to realize it within this year’s time. I have been championing making Paris our full-time consultancy city, now, for some time; and it should prove to be an easy do in one year’s time. Meanwhile…plenty to put into place between now and then. This trip sealed that deal for me.

We arrived Gare du Nord and queued for a taxi, arriving at Panthéon earlier than actually expected. The owners were nice. I had such great hopes. Dom and Nan arrived and we drank a bottle of red and watched funny videos of Peter Kay (who was at the party in Scotland) then headed to our favorite café-resto in the city. Can’t tell you where that is. Burratta, Rilette de Macquereaux, Huitres, and delicious main courses and more red. Dom and I talked about studies saying how often men should ejaculate which is like a lot. We explored some elaborate masturbation techniques—in conversation only.

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We were recently interviewed for an online author website and I started down the following path before realizing I had misinterpreted the question and this wasn’t the answer at all. But here is what it is:

It says in Sextrology, written in 2004, that Gemini man has small hands. The unfortunate American president was born on June 14. Gemini’s chapter is entitled “The Goodfellow” as he, ruled by Mercury, named for the winged trickster, o.g. artist-of-the-deal, street-smart or thug, duality, dualistic, mercurial—slight of hand. There is an obvious nod to Robin Goodfellow, Shakespeare’s Puck who plays messenger to Oberon as Mercury does to Jupiter, all flitting around in tights like Robin Hood—Errol Flynn a Gemini, also played many a swashbuckler. Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., too. Peter Pan, from whose namesake syndrome all Gemini men suffer, also flitted around in green tights. He didn’t want to grow up. The god Mercury never does. He is the eternal adolescent. Peter Pan teaches us to fly. The sign is mutable air and the Mercury symbol recalls an insect, an angel, a demon. The Gemini, Castor & Pollux, hatched from separate eggs, one mortal one divine. Duality and flight. Jack Sparrow. Johnny Depp. And so it goes

Taurus woman, likewise: The Snow White myth is her central story. It’s all about Eve. Ruled by planet Venus, goddess of love and beauty, appearances—Venus’ symbol recallis a mirror. The fixed-earth sign—think of the Garden—Taurus lives in a natural, metaphysical state of grace and innocence and the maiden-flower earth nymph is its core archetype. Snow White is the fairy=tale retelling of the myth of Io, the white heifer, bovine links baked into Taurus. Io, too, gets into a hassle with her queen, “cow-eyed” Hera, the goddess of women, for letting herself be plucked by Hera’s hubby. Zeus. Jump cut to understanding that a prime theme in Taurus woman’s life is negotiating her relationships en route to becoming queen herself. Both the myth and Taurus woman’s life is value themed; cultivation being a garden leitmotif. She is both Hera and Io, trying to wise herself up, without losing guilelessness. The mirror really does have two faces…

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, 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.
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Libra 9° (October 1)

Okay so I am back at it and in order to succeed in this I have to take a very quick inventory. First I must see where I left off in my writing process. So I did that which is good and now I’m still not back in the saddle quite. I will do my damnest to get there today but it won’t be easy given the events of the last days. I will write a bit by hand and type it in. But, as we think about this television show becoming a reality, its first about names sweetie: Gloria Reuben, Jennifer Aniston, Charlize Theron, Emily Mortimer, Alessadro Nivola, Kim Cattral, Sharon Stone, Parker Posey, Jessica Williams, Talia Balsam, John Slattery, Tony Goldwyn, Heather Mattarazzo, Elizabeth Marvel, Bill Camp, Danny Burstein, Jillian Armanante, Jane Adams, Maryann Plunkett, Jay O. Sanders, Robin Wright, Bridget Everett, John Cameron Mitchell, Juliana Marguilies, Ethan Hawke, Julie Delpy, Laverne Cox, Laura Linney, Rob Lowe, Sarah Jessica Parker, Cynthia Nixon, Kristen Johnston, Cole Escola, Jeffery Self, John Early, Dolly Wells, Helena Bonham Carter, Anthony Rapp, Russel Tovey, Murray Bartlett, Michael Imperioli, Jeanne Trippelhorn, Saffron Burroughs, Alan Cumming (who was delivered a wrong impression of me), Deborah Harry, Gwendoline Christie, Brooke Smith, Desiree Burch, maybe Mary Birdsong, Erin Markey but she has always been trouble for me, maybe Bill Irwin but he too grates on my nerves. Penny could be really good and fresh and interesting, Constantine Maroulis and Ezra Miller (both from my home town along with Armanante) Chloe Sevigny (nah), Mario Cantone, Samantha Matthis. Producers: Megan Fox, Alan Poul Writers: Johni Marchinko, Daniel Goldfarb, Gary Lennon, Jeffrey Whitty, Ben West.  Directors: Andrea Arnold, Daniel Minahan. I hope people Google themselves and land here. 

Another area of focus this year can be found by determining which natal house is effectively brought to the Ascendant. For example, if the Solar Return Ascendant is 14 degrees Cancer, and this degree is found in the natal fifth house, the natal fifth house is effectively “brought” to the Ascendant, and will be another area of focus. Solar Return Moon in Aquarius: The need for emotional “space” this year is evident. You are emotionally curious and somewhat detached. Your emotional reactions this year may be quirky, but you are not ruled by your emotions as much as other years. New friendships or group activity, or changes in these areas, may be part of the picture. Hard aspects to Mars can bring with them confrontations and moments of emotional anger. This is largely because you are far from indifferent on an emotional level this year. Your passions are aroused and it is hard for you to step back and objectively review any given situation. You can be emotionally impulsive during this period of your life, and your hunger for new experiences can reveal itself in restlessness and/or impatience. Hard aspects to Uranus have the effect of “speeding up” the emotional reactions. You are more willing to take risks this year. Surprises come your way, and you may do things or experience things that you never imagined. This is a year when you can expect the unexpected. You are seeking emotional excitement, whether this is a deliberate or subconscious thing.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 921-925. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

Note to Self: All these “Dashing Through” Blagues also have notes on what I did on that actual day, mainly in London. So go back and look at those. Sagittarius excess run amok is then restricted, contained by Saturn-ruled Capricorn whose motto is I use. That is to say I don’t waste. I save. I conserve. Capri-corn, the goat horn of plenty, is all resource. It is Cardinal-Earth, the mountain with its natural resevoirs. We go to the mountain to pray and receive god’s command-ments, rules, restrictions, shall’t nots. The 10th house is about rules, discipline, structure, status. We’ve left the ecstatic Ecclesiastes and entered the venerable Song of Old King Solomon. This sign has a lot of old-man energy. Moses, too whom god told to build a tabernacle from goat hair. Capricorn actually rules the knees, prayer, skeleton, structure; and the skin, containment.

At this point in the story, Jesus delivers his sermon on the mount, originally sacred to goat god Ba’al. This leads to his containment, incarceration and… Capricorn MLK gave his I’ve Been to the Mountaintop speech and next day…Tragedy. From Greek tragodia, meaning Goat Song. Scapegoat is a high status sacrifical figure saves us by taking on our sins. And do Cap people tend to be scape-goated? Sure. We’re mainly self-sacrificing. I’d climb to the nearest hilltop and take the hit if I could rid us of that orange Capricorns are like meh. They’re reserved, resigned, resolute. Resistant!

We all must ask ourselves for what are we willing to do? How much we are willing to sacrifice for the for the good of all people. The mythical Saturn is the old, deposed king, cut down. His emblem is the sycthe, the sickle. He is old father time, the grim reaper. We should do that song. At Winter Solstice the young Oak King vanquishes the old Holly King, Saturn, Santa. Solomon. Obiwan Kenobi. We make our sacrifices, our Capricorn New Year’s resolutions to give up fill in the blank. Out with the old.

And by the way, Jesus isn’t a Capricorn. He’s a Pisces. They added two months to the calendar since his birth. Anyway, Shepherds don’t tend their sheep until nearing Spring. There are no lambs slung over Shepherd’s shoulders in winter.

This song on the theme of incarceration and resolution was written by a Capricorn who was born on Christmas day.

song: Fairytale of New York

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Knowing he’s being scapegoated, what would JC do? Throw a dinner party! Yep. Performing a bit of transsubstantiation. Bread into flesh, wine into blood, in that holy grail, the Aquarian “water” bearer of everlasting life. In Greek myth, the cup bearer, Hebe, pours the nectar that ensures the gods’ youthful immortality. John the Baptist too bears the baptismal waters of everlasting life. The lone voice in the wilderness alienated, outcast, a madman, the weirdo on the shortbus who’s really just ahead of his time.Well we all know how alienating being a progressive can be! Aquarius people are like ah (light bulb), a bit alien, alienating? alienated?

Jesus, too, feels he’ll be thrice denied like any christy coffee house hippy would, and then, that even god has forsaken him. But Aquarius Fixed-Air is a thousand points of light. Other Stars. Not the singular fiery star-birth of Aries, But steady beacons via which we navigate. Our true north. The Star card in the Tarot is the Waterbearer. Aquarius is the Stars. All of Space. Universality. Ruled by Uranus the mythic god of the Universe. Omniscent. Truth and Revelation. Aquarius’ motto is I know. No second guessing.

We can’t tell you how to have a revelation, but it will come in the eleventh hour if you’ve done all you can. The eleventh house that of the future. Revelation provides a glimpse of what’s to come.

Capricorn with its Old-Man imagery is the past while Aquarius is about what’s next, the shock of the new, the future, evolution and revolution. Aquarius, the so-called weirdo sign of freaks and geeks, is all about mutation. Science teaches us that it is along lines of sudden mutation—literal diversity—that species actually evolve.

Aquarius rules the ankles, which are weak and prone to injury, because they are a recent feature of our evolution, standing upright, still a bit iffy.

Anyway, the 11th house is also that of humanity into whose arms you might fall. A trust exercise. Aquarius is the Dawn, before which it is darkest.

Opposing Leo, the Sun, Aquarius is perhaps our own distant star to which we must return. Jesus’ last words may well have been beam me up. Feeling oh so alone. Here a duet between an Aquarius and a Leo..

song: Don’t Give Up

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Okay, so we’ve arrived at Pisces, ruled by Neptune, the planet of dissolution, named for the god of the sea, the planet of energetic non-material existence. And yes we have gotten to the point where someone has “died” only to show days later sporting some spiffy stigmata.

And that not only did he not die but now neither will anyone else who believeth in him. Which is totally cute. Pisces’ motto is I believe. Belief preceding proof. Pisces rules the feet and before we walk on water we had better believe we can.

Science ultimately proves many a belief.

Like the fact that everything really is non-material, that all is energy in variying densities. And that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Something the ancient Zodiac seemed to know along. So none of us are really going anywhere. Moot point. Immaterial.

We simply pass over the rainbow bridge through Salome’s seven colored scarves, over the RoyGBiv to Oz or Nirvana, the immaterial universe…..which is right here all the time. Pisces’ opposite facing fish portray the two-way street of birth and death, in limbo or utero. Pisces is Mutable-Water, the primordial soup from whence we came and to which we return.

The 12th house is that of asylum or the asylum. A haven, sanctuary, oblivion, all and nothingness.

And as I said, Jesus was a Pisces. The Jesus Fish. The Pisces fish are the totems of Aphrodite, called Mari, and her son Eros. Mari is Mary whose della robbia blue gown fringed in white is the sea fringed with foam. Eros was at once the oldest of all the gods and yet an eternal babe. Eros is Love. Jesus is Love. Energetic Love. Spiritual Love. That which connects us all. Close your eyes. Imagine, believe, that you are pure energy, letting your notions of matter dissolve. And feel yourself, as molecules, as atoms, as protons, as neutrons, hadrons, quarks, as pure energy, sharing the same primordial soup as the rest of us.

song: Within You Without You

As Matt vamps…Some of you gave us some birth information and we have something for you. Where is X, Y, Z. And we have some little trinkets for everyone too. Thank you all so much for coming. Thank Ania, Jon + Joe’s Pub people. Tip mightily. And please give a big round of applause to Danton Boller, Tomoko Akoboshi, Patrick Johnson Mr. Matt Ray, my personal Juno, The American Baroness, Stella Starsky and Quinn Cox.

encore: Written in the Stars

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As egalitarian as that song might be, not one woman sung lead on that original. Just saying. Anyhoo. This next song could only have been written by a Scorpio. For all Libra’s goodness and light, Scorpio is dubious of appearances and must dig below the surface. If Libra is the glaring light of consciousness Scorpio is the deep, dark unconscious and subconsious.

Yes! That’s where Scorpio feels the true riches, spiritual or otherwise, are lodged. Scorpio’s ruler Pluto god of the underworld. It’s Fixed-Water, concentrated, intense also frozen emotion. Ice, crystals, gems a metaphor for the deep meaning and repressed desire wrought by, to be mined from subterranean pressure of the subconscious. Having shifted from poetic Psalms to wise, weighty, Proverbs we’ve left Libra’s gleaming pulpit to delve our both own inner depths and the subversive, hidden elements of society.

We all really must make an effort to uncover what’s going on—in here—and out there. Societies, like people, are only as sick as their secrets and not to go all conspiracy theory on you but there’s lots we don’t know. Pluto in his cloak of invisibility, is also god of riches. How you say: Plutocracy. One Scorpio motto I desire.

Desires are subconscious, seeming to exist in spite of ourselves—gems buried alive in our psyches aching to be exhumed. Scorpio people are best at mining their inner world for meaning. Their brand of spirituality embraces mystery, the unknowable. They are comfortable with uncertainity, something they can teach us all to be. And they keep us guessing. They search themselves for gems of personal truth despite their being guarded by inner demons/dragons, a Scorpio totem of lust, obsession, fear, shame, repressed power to unleash, lest it consume us!

Regenerative power! Scorpio does rules the genitalialalala. Scorpio’s other motto We have, expresses an urge to merge thru sex or psychic possession or joint banking. The 8th house is that of other people’s money, sex, sleep, death: merging with each other, the unconscious, and the infinite. Eight is the lemniscate, symbol of infinity. Creation, destruction. Scorpio’s like hm.

Isong:  Believe In Father Christmas

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Had a swim (forty lengths) and talked with a few fellows I met in the lobby, two of whom were called Jim (a suited guy) and Jon, the Aussie. First there was the tall guy whose name I didn’t quite catch. Had a bloody good time downstairs in the lobby. Then went to Neal’s Yard for a smoked salmon sandwich and a ginger tumeric tea. Then to the Cursed Child Partr One where a row of children behind us ate their Halloween candy, crinkling wrappers all the while. Then we had our dinner break at J. Sheekey. We drank. Pol Roger, I ate dressed crab, we ordered two Chablis, and I had Skate wing for my main. Sublimeness. Then back to Harry where the kids were replaced by their parents who weren’t quite contrite enough. It was lie watching a really good live movie. The best thingabout it was the staging—I think about it as I would a musical, that’s how choreographed it was. I don’t know why all this time I thought it was going to be a serious play. I imagined something Pinteresque—why would I do that. I almost lost my wallet. Was found and had a “scar on it.” I small price to pay for what will turn out to be a pretty lucky season for me, despite my penchant for pressing it.

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No swim. Took train from Charring Cross to the O2 Indigo for graduation which was quite moving. Hung out a bit. Had a beer with Joe while the graduants had champagne. Took train to Picadilly and ate lunch at Nobi. Everyone likes Ottolenghi. I feel like it’s the emporers new clothes of food to be honest. Apparently Joe is allergic to some red wine. Not Chiantis. We managed fine. Anyway we went back to hotel but again got the same kind of lost into Bloomsbury—I have this ancient notion that Soho and Covent Garden run west to east not north to south. So we ended up on the Tottencourt Road. When will I learn that lesson? This time I say. Never again. Did a bit of packing then downstairs to meet Joe and Noelle and Pam with Stella. Some guy called Daniel playing the keyboard and guitar in a jazzy manner. He was reallly good. He had a thing called a “harmonizer” I want one of those. Will definitely get one.

At this point, I’m feeling a bit sliding doors-ish. I have a sense of what my life might be with resources being far less an object and the breadth of more alone time and space. Autonomy is an issue for anyone in a couple I realize; but for us it is a hot topic as we live work and do everything together. In some ways, we have been looking forward to school being over so that we can both again “be at the same table” working on our plans and dreams. Yet we both know that too too much togetherness can make each of us tense. It’s important to find a balance and sometimes, ironically, to do that, one must go to extremes. The pendulum can swing for me and now I’m in the loving arms of Self-Love.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree point of the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, 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.