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Tummy Tuck

Pisces 5° (February 23)

This is today and I’m going to spend just about twelve minutes putting down some thoughts and then I shall be moving on. Meanwhile I’m being easy on myself, I have to be. There is no point in stressing this life. And so what that twelve minutes turned into forty. I’m easily distracted. I know that. Tell me something I don’t. I just realized we don’t have (ever have had?) any Gemini clients. She is the least introspective. She doesn’t want to delve. She is a surface dweller. Keeping things light. Anyway, that is the plan. And I will do my best to get some more pages under my belt today and definitely start moving the needle. I know that soon there will be some kind of news in regard to this current living situation, and that a deal will be brokered. Conversations started and unfinished. I think the only way to be is magic. I am going to get into that head today. Some days are easier than others. I do lack will and that is something I need to cultivate. It is rather all or nothing. The bad news is time flies—the good news is you’re the pilot, said Michael Altshuler who is pretty much a nobody quack. I am ready to move into the thought space. I am ready to face the challenges put in front of me. We have an important client today which should prove interesting. I don’t know about Woody or Mia, but I am certain that Ronan is not biologically related to Woody Allen who paid child support. Woody could not produce a kid as cute as him, no way, no how. And when you put pic of Ronan next to pic of old blue eyes, there is absolutely no question.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1636-1640. 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.


So a wild night which I missed. After going upstairs to try to sleep sitting up because I was still so ill, S. had quite an experience. She was asleep and heard banging and loud shouting and screaming, a man’s and woman’s voice respectively. There was a party at the house across the street where a bunch of Jamaicains live—they work at Wicked Oyster whose owner owns the house. I’ll tell you what happened first then what I found out upon waking from S. The man (who was naked) was banging on the door saying I’m going in while his “girlfriend” was screaming for him not to. S. called 911. The dispatcher asked, “is he naked?” which S. thought odd of course, so they had already had a clue about this man and what was going on. Anyway, she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and hid behind the chimney. There wasn’t even time for her to come upstairs to wake me. Meanwhile I did wake up for a second seeing cop car lights outside; and I did hear voices but I thought it was the TV. Anyway it was about a minute or maybe two between calling 911 and the cops arriving. S. did try to peer at the window. The man was indeed naked, he had left his underwear, in fact, on our door step and he completely banged in the entire screen door. If there hadn’t been a deadbolt on that door (which was by S.’s insistence) he would have been able to get in for sure.

Backing up, we had gone for more of a drive yesterday, along scenic route 6A, which felt so very much like when we first moved here twenty one years ago. That’s what I was saying, picking up the thread now. I’m about to digress, though, in any case. I realize I cannot do this business without the support of other people. I need them so very much it is clear. And now I am understanding (and we will in the end keep ou plan to speak to our designers) just how right it was that we made the decision we did to move forward with certain folks in place. It is going to be quite the ride. I am thinking perhaps Trip should have his own company division. That he should be the PR at Wheel for real. That might make everything a little clearer. He could have a have a bunch of related clients. I remind myself that I am going to ask M.T. about the relationship book and what percentage of it can be used in a subsequent book. I honestly feel like diving directly into that for some reason. I can’t exactly explain why. The truth is that I should be deconstructing the Sextrology chapters as I have begun with one of the chapters; and be putting little packages together in preparation for what should be a next deal. And I will do I think once I find out it’s happening. Meanwhile, I’m on my own in the creation of schedules in any case. It looks like we won’t get to a shared conversation on the subject for a couple of weeks. So I’m just going to do me, if you will. Anyway we arrived back to the house in time to unpack and have des verres de vin and delicious cheese and crackers and watch a great doc about Laurel Canyon. And then I made pumpkin ravioli in a sage butter and someone had very little and someone couldn’t stop eating them. Jump cut to me having terrible indigestion—called “inties” around these pahts—and I felt really ill and cranky and went upstairs and slept in the room right above the commotion and yet I heard nothing which is terribly hard to believe, really.

We learned the next morning his name was McCloud and he was apparently on edibles and alcohol and it was actually the folks in the house he lived with who first called the police and that’s why they arrived so quickly they were on their way anyway. And it explains why the first question the dispatcher asked S. was: “is he naked?”. We had appointments we couldn’t move so it was already a full day and the detective was to be coming over in the afternoon for a chat. Some notes we put down into words: Not really someone knocking but threatening to come in with force involved. Girlfriend, whom we learned was strangled and dragged and was missing chunks of hair as a result (I kid you not)  was shouting “No, no don’t” trying to fend him off protecting herself or trying to prevent him from breaking down the door or both. He was in a heightened state of rage. “I’m going in!” Full volume. Loudest voice, S. says, she ever heard in her life. Learned from the landord that A.J. was fellow who phoned the police. There was a domestic incident first apparently he threw up and she was trying to clean him and put him under shower and he freaked out. They were both naked. He was charged with strangulation, disorderly conduct, some other assualty type charge and malicious destruction of property. His landlord and employer K. said he was band news and couldn’t wait to not see him again; he and others were apparently leaving in three days and K. couldn’t wait to see him gone. He also said we should press (as many) charges (as we could). The parenthetical bit was intensely implied.

We are meant to fill out a victim report and I will put that on the to-do list.


Today was weird and kind of fun but basically I didn’t sleep the night before at all (again) so I got as much done as I could in the morning. I touched base with Bryan which was cool. And just did the minimum I ate pumpkin seeds with Braggs as my only lunch and then took a nap and slept through what was meant to be four-way chat with D+N. I binged on a bit of Atypical. I did manage to put together a wee dinner of soup and some leftovers which was pretty yummy and there was a sip of wine each. S. is catching up on one of my binges and in the night I started Carnival Row which I just might be able to get into. The news seems better but then it gets worse. I once again feel like Margaery Tyrell just before the whole place blows, and this is not a great thing to feel. I really needed to get some ya yas out and I hope I did. Because I have to immediately pivot and start getting all the larger picture elements in place, which means there can’t be much playing around at present. I did look at the work D+N did and I have to say: I am quite impressed overall. I like the maker’s mark element, especially when paired with more modern, classic sans seraf logo, but I think the AC would have to be less hammered out, less moyen age, and slightly more sleek and deco meets 70s decay? We also liked the future-y one but would want to shy away from that Moonraker, Jaqueline Susanne kind of look?

In the 70s anything deco one would encounter would likely now be in decay, and that was the best way to experience deco. I think that sort of thing could work. We have to drive through Orleans anyway. So it can wait. I just want these alerts to stop. Trying to figure that out.Also when it comes to Venice I don’t want to go with C + H actually. I just want to be alone there. Don’t want anyone else to color the trip.There is something called the Thello night train from Paris to Venice so, (thought it wasn’t what I was saying, because I was thinking we’d fly round trip to Geneva or Lausanne or wherever to meet C+H but as I say I thought that through and don’t want to be with them on this trip), we could indeed go to Paris early and ask D + N or Susie even to keep our larger bags for a few days (and maybe stay in some hotel in Paris we’ve been wanting to check out) then take a night train to Venice (10 hours) and spring for our own cabin (which would be part of the romance of the thing) and so forth…I think the Thello is something of a scam in the end.

We could also travel by day and break the trip up as Milan is on the way to Venice. I think it would be smart/fun etc to do the traveling in January and then return to Paris and stay put. In March we can go for overnight trips to Brittany or some such but mainly not waste the grace of the Paris apt. I’m just free-styling I’m not sure of any of it to be honest there is so much to do and I feel a bit put off by the fact that I’m the one being delegated to. I have to figure out my own path through all of this. I’m scattered today. I don’t want to feel like this. There should be a solid, streamlined, plan that we are following and I don’t know if we are achieving that right now. I believe much is going to come down to what gets prioritized. Part of me feels I should just call it a day already and it’s still first thing in the morning. That can’t be right. (I took a little breather and I’m back) Feeling like I turned this around and I’m getting my tiny brain around a few things. I sat and wrote out all I have to do in the next two months and it makes my head spin to even think about it; but hey, it will all come right. I am going on a little bit of an ascetic trip, just for fun. I want to be my best self for all that is about to bubble up; and if I just assign myself one major task per day I think that will make a very big difference.


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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Monkey Biz

Pisces 4° (February 22)

Today is the day I start the last big push of the writing year, and that is as it should be. I am seeking to regain about seventeen days of “poldar” (sp?) for lack of a better term. It’s something of a written act of dredging. And I’m just going to do as I feel, work for a couple of hours and then do some washing and cooking. I don’t need much more of a push don’t think, but you never know. In any case I am exactly where I need to be. I ended up saying some pretty fabulous things in consultation with clients yesterday—two long appointments today and one tomorrow. Cover designs came in for the book which gave me a slight panic attack but between practicing what I preach, and the nerves changing to adrenalin, and less than a month left before Spring, I am going to say that I know exactly what I’m doing and leave it at that. There is no good reason to be nervous. But what I can do is exhibit total faith and total effort and I can do this for a few short months. The writing should be the result of everything that has come before not the start of something. Spring is almost here and that means long walks and so forth. I am fine with all of that.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1631-1635. 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.

Awoke in the night and was up until you know who did one of her famous sleep spells. I’m telling you–they work. And I had this series of vignettes of vividly dreamy sleep. S. was talking to our friend in Switzerland and I saw I had a text message on my phone but I didn’t have my glasses on and when I went down stairs, I could see lights on in the basement through the cracks in the steps. And then someone called my name of course it was J. with the fire inspector barking directives. They were there to inspect the new furnace and talk about other stuff. Can we come up? Sure (I’m in my pajamas) but sure. Anyway after they left I saw J. had texted just half an hour before; meaning at seven thirty to say he’s coming at eight. Thanks for the warning pals. Really it wasn’t a big deal but it’s just funny what things people feel comfortable doing or don’t. I couldn’t be that cavalier about someone else’s private morning time; but thankfully we do keep modified farmers hours. I did manage to get a bit of work done which was good and then I got to that place that one often does in writing (non-fiction anyway) where you could line up all the various points still needing hitting in so many different ways, all the while a whole set of other points are flashing in your brain while, as you type, their are even newer points that just follow from the previous sentence which you have to put down. It is definitely the cluster fuck moment in this process where I will have to step away in order to gain some perspective. Anyway we have a client today, and one tomorrow too, so I’m not going to try and overdo it, really, until Friday when (and I will!) I bring it all home. I felt completely stressed out earlier—bodily—and now I feel so drastically the opposite, like I’m going to float out of my body. I’m not really sure what it is. Osteoporosis? Happiness? That was just an old 30 Rock joke. Boy could I ever use a show like that to laugh at now in my life. The world first became humorous and now it has become dangerous all because of the Mango in the Maga. I really truly want to see him pay for everything he has done. Why is nobody calling him a war criminal on top of everything else—human trafficker, drug addict, money launderer, rapist, thief, how many more negative Gemini iterations can one think of here? New paragraph:

I am literally giving myself five minutes to figure out what next I want and need to say. The enormity of what I’m dealing with professionally would make anyone else’s head spin until it twisted clear off. I am going to look up barley water. I am going to search for a certain someone I know who was arrested in Florida because when folks are arrested in Florida it is made known (usually) unless you have ways around that which I doubt most people do. Sure enough there he was. I truly doubt those who would be impacted by this are aware of the visibility of this arrest. I suppose one should let the chips fall where they may. I will have to send Jen and Ian regrets as we are definitely not going to make it to Provincia next week. I will be achieving my goal today without fail. I must make this work even though I am beside myself with a certain brand of distraction. I have to just get rid of it and keep moving I have pages and pages to get through and I will do a timed writing of half an hour on this here today to plow through the mountain, I know what that refers to specficially. The son of Tony Randall made this amazing video plea for funds for his film. I will likely give a little something to the cause. He is at Wesleyan. He seems very smart and very cool and very confident which makes me happy. In many ways it must have been difficult growing up knowing you had an elderly papa who didn’t last to see his children grow. At the same time T. offered so many opportunities and would have passed in the knowledge that he finally had progeny and that makes me very happy indeed.


I can pretty much predict how this day will go I will probably get to about page eight and then will have to finish up tomorrow, which is fine. So long as we have something to work on over the weekend we can make some magic and wow, wow, wow. Wouldn’t it be nice to marry the completion of this material to the ritual we have planned for Sunday because they really do go hand in hand. Oh to ace this phase of life. I know it requires a real presence of mind and a little bit of a makeover (as well as a doever). But today the aching is real. Truly real. I don’t know what else to say really except that I fear it will derail me. It always gets me into trouble this in ability to focus half way through a project. That’s really where I am. I suppose I should take stock of what I’m doing en route to moving the needle forward. I guess I can do that now for the next hour:

The first page is something of a snapshot. Alchemy and navel gazing. The vagary of her internal messaging system. Cartoon bubble, mechanical blinking. Taking a powder, baffling agony aunts and unks. Page two: Self help, embodying loss. Dealing with and creating voids. Emotional intelligence, being a collage, a borrower, the myth of Pandora. I’m concerned that by the third page we are being too repetitive from things we’ve written before but that might just be my projected fear on the subject. Still I’m willing to move through this. The original mama’s girl the myth of Kore. Her emotional intelligence cut its teeth on the mother-daughter dynamic which is loaded. Page four: we are talking about mutable-earth and the power to mold and conform. Prone to victim mentality, especially in sibling context. Being Svengali’d, developing a Wendy complex. Page five: mind body connection, the spica…anyway I managed to get through page eight but I’m not quite sure how it’s going to go in the end the chapter bits might actually end up being for pages total which would make the whole thing thirteen pages; but I’m thinking maybe the last page can mainly be about action items (either as part of the main text or in sidebars, we would represent the Rxs. Maybe we need to say Rx in the proposal proeper. Lots to chew on actually. We will see what we will see. I feel obliged (as I often do) to make this longer than it needs be. But I will tell you this: we are definitely in process, and so we should be. I miss my grandmother. That is a very specific feeling I rarely experience. I wonder why she is hitting me right now. I don’t even get visitations from my mother let alone hers. It’s just one of those things I guess. WE are about to start zeroing in on what is what in the book world. I will be interested to find out one way or ahnother. BH seems to sail through his experience, attacking/attaching to the people I know. I’m going to stop.

I will work steadily over the weekend to bring this project home. There are specific managerial-editing tasks I need to outline and execute before taking on notes from S.’s reading process. The trick is to do do less and be more. I will admit I am bloody exhausted. But I am nearing the end so I needn’t worry my head too much about it. I think I will save as and sort of start a new document now so I can keep the rough one as a record. Would that I could get all four or five pages in the can today that would be incredible. As a rule Virgo needs to be more aspirational in relationships. We will flag to M.T. that some main-text information will ultimately be better served, removed from the main body and put into sidebars. What do pigs symbolize? They are associated with the sign of Virgo for myriad reasons. I can feel the need, on a spiritual level, to be less “full”. I don’t know if I can explain this to you, really. I just miss the emptiness I used to feel at times when I have given myself over to spiritual practice. I don’t want to be stuck today . I need to remind myself of the connection between Pandora and Mary Magdalene. I did find one point of connection but I will have to look even closer. I am doing the best I can but I have to say that I am feeling slightly overwhelmed by all of this. However I do seem to be making progress; and my hope is that by the end of the day onSunday I will have made a success of this. I imagine that much of what I’ll have to say (to report here) on Monday morning will constitute notes to M.T. and tomorrow and Sunday will likely consist of material needed to round out this project.

It is perfectly normal to get to the phase in the work and feel rather exhausted by it. I have to figure out why it is that the barn gets all that attention. It seems like such a scam to me but what do I know. But who am I to judge. It just saddens me that I can’t seem to be able to capture the kind of attention they do on the non-profit front. I need a new outlook I that me thinks. Also this needs to be the last day of saying anyting negative on here I think. It really doesn’t serve me to grouse and I’m just going to let go of that. I am so looking forward to spending a few months abroad. It is just the kind of remedy I need me thinks. I will get a few things done here today and then take another final deep breath and push through. We have been having fun and night so that is a boon. But by the new moon Sunday I need to make a switcheroo. This is likely the most boring post I’ve ever written. I have many book ideas and such up my sleeve and I look forward to getting them into works. I think it would make good sense for me to get my grants in order during this final week of October, then to use November to put together the 2021 books so that I can work on them just once a week, is all I need to do. It is odd that I did a sho w this year at festival. I do which I had more consistent support from folks but I can only do as best I can. I will reach out to all the names on that list and see if I can drum up some more support from them for the coming year as I launch my new operation. It will be so nice, this time next year to be set back up in a city.


Things a Virgo need rid herself of. Disdain and Doubt. She is not by nature trusting. Think of Amy and of Heather today. Make an offering to Demeter. Loss and grief are the themes of the Demeter myth. She has only one child. The pig is sacred to her. Goddess of Sacred Law and the Cycles of life. The Eleusian mysteries center on Demeter and Kore and pre-date the Olympian pantheon of gods. Her flower is the Poppy that grows among the barley. Being an earth goddess does have its underworld tones. Demeter is assigned the zodiac constellation Virgo the Virgin by Marcus Manilius in his 1st century Roman work Astronomicon. In art, constellation Virgo holds Spica, a sheaf of wheat in her hand and sits beside constellation Leo the Lion. Underground ceramic jars to store corn, grain. They are silos. When the corn of the old crop is laid on the fields, this is seen as the reunitiging of Demeter and Persephone. Union and reunification?

Virgo’s mutable-earth status speaks to substantial change which doesn’t happen in a flash.
Virgo reminds us that we are all works in progress
Their brand of spirituality is devotional at its core.
Birds and flightless birds. The loss of flight is adaptation! Their ability to adapt and mold. To live life on life’s terms (compared with Cancer which we should change to Hope and Wishcraft. Super power of Adaptation, which is the upshot of vulnerability.

Virgo dealing with loss and imperfection. Chiron represents the wounded healer in astrology. Blesser et al.  Virgos can appear quite gangly and storklike. Spindly legs. Elvis costello. If the sign of Taurus wants you to want them, the sign of Virgo needs you to need them.Opposite sign service vs. sacrifice

Midlife crisis….Mercury god of the crossroads (after birds). Acceptance. Look at the Open Sleigh again here for notes.House. Opposites. M/F.   Age. Bible Shadow. Makes others dependent on them.

More on Virgonot the competitive type, the sign demures related to its humility. Accepting of human frailty. Sixth house of daily habits not sure if you’ve ever tried to change your but doesn’t happen in a day. The irony of Mercury ruling Virgo whose energy is gradual. Virgois a crucible, a smoldering caldron. The Vat. Which is the word to which the French version must change because they use Vessel (Verseau) but that is also the name of Aquarius so that just ends up seeming stupid. I did see the word “vat ” listed in my notes in fact. Coming from a place of helplessness. Learning you are not empty but rather open. Virgo can be a real victim as we know.


Virgo girl to negotiate the world of would-be coupling. She often gets stuck in a sisterly role and her perspective on relationships can be overblown; meaning she might believe she’s in one when, in realityshe’s not. Not to suggest she’s delusional.***She can thus get stuck playing Wendy to any number of Peter Pans, or in any case, settling in to something of a den-mother role. Often, she enjoys a variety of bestie bonds with gay (again, is there a different word we have to use?men.

There is an upshot to this signature dynamic in that she has the power to play patroness and to elevate her own status by helping others to achieve their own goals and dreams. (Mention Peggy Guggenheim?). She thus makes a great agent or dealer or major domo, natural in the role of proverbial soul of any such operation. It’s a paradoxical helper part she plays, at once playing teacher, preparing others for their ultimate good, and yet also casting them as mentors on whom she’s learning. Virgo tends to live through others vicariously, especially artists and creatives, as she bides her time until she can step out of the shadows herself, using such, typically years-long, associations as her own launching pad, working the many connections she would have made in her remarkable efforts on behalf of others.


The way I comb or cut my way through vegetables in the kitchen is pretty much the same way that I write and edit, a dual ongoing process that expresses my commuicative discourse. That was something I read that I wrote on a note card. I’m not really sure how important it actually is. I also wrote something else on the back I can make out the words Hephaestus and also Jupiter. But when am I not actually writing about the gods I feel as if I always am. I’m sure that made no sense. It’s nearly four in the afternoon and I’ve been up pretty much since midnight. My sleep patterns have really never been so out of whack I don’t believe, but it’s not as if that makes no sense. I was finishing up this book sample process and I’m happy to say we handed it all in today, a few days earlier than scheduled. I’m hopeful but I’m also trepidatious. I’ve been here before, putting my head on the chopping block of potential rejection. I’m not like some people who can throw up a whole bunch of images they stole out of old books and write a little something about how keen and I have, and have the world care to read about it. I have earned every one of our hundreds and hundreds of thousands of readers. Now is about finding them and activating all the myriad projects we have underway. It should be fun, although it won’t be easy. But I’m also not interested in burdening myself, financially, in the process. One does need to spend money to make money, but it is important to get that ratio right. I think I have a natural way with the fiduciary, although I have never once, not for any epoch, been a materialist. I belong in Paris that much I know and I look very much forward to making it my home again, I really am. I think that can work. I’m going to try my hand at expanding the non-profit, to have it be what I think it can be, but I’m also willing at this point to let go of what’s not really working.

Well anyway: Bully for me for redoing the entire proposal and hunkering down to write this sample and getting it in before the end of October. I now have two solid months to focus on getting other things cooking while actually coming down off having been so around-the-clock working. I just got a flashback of Lox Around The Clock. I would have gone there with Laurie and Peter for sure. Funny how things pop into your head like that. I am now just going to type in some notes that are sitting on my desk so I can thrown them away. 1. Harnassing the power of…pin in sibling stuff…is utable-earth in section one? Link to arrested development. Need toe comedy. Madgalene. Moving through; things happen through her or she allows…to be an instrument. As a rule Virgo needs to be more as…the first woman, Pandora. They broke the mold. The All Meets The One is 0° Coming off chapter one four of radical optimism. Beatrice Bruteau. “Myth metaphyiscs and Mysteries”? S. is going to send me a copy of that old 1970s Times piece on the family with the restaurant in Pennsylvania. Gemini: They throw a curve ball (Eris and her apple) at you and before you field it they throw another one and another. Rapid fire gaslighting?  Reality Winner and sometimes a little confection? Is that what I said.

Oh I remember this was what Penny had to say about Ellie and Max. They need to understand themeaning of the word contract. I asked why is it they feel comfortable behaving this way toward our organiziation. Call out culture. Virtue signalling. Who’s eploiting whom here. Too established. Not sure what that meant. The sacred harlot bit is the antidote to the victimization energy of Kore’s rape story. The Spica says it’s up to her.

Being a Virgo, the virgin, metaphorically speaking means they don’t always quite get it. It’s not naivite necessarily, it’s a certain disconnect. When the character Mary Magdalene, a Virgo archetype, sang I don’t know how to love him she was being totally honest about herself, not Him (whoever he might be). Virgo women are notoriously attracted to the most high-impact figures on the planet. And they do orbit close to tony figures who have a sweeping sphere. Virgo begins August 23, the date of the festival of Vulcanalia, for the Roman god Vulcan (Greek: Hephaestus), the potter (mutable-earth!) god, and there is a theory that their is a planet Vulcan, the true ruler of Virgo, that orbits even closer to the Sun than Mercury. May we some day discover it because it would explain a lot about Virgo people, women in particular, securing themselves so extreme an inside track, becoming inside circle, and doing so quite unseen.

Should Virgo admit like Elizabeth I that she really wants to remain the virgin—single, autonomous and unsullied by any others’ needs except those to which she chooses to cater—despite all her protestations/lamentations on being alone or lonely. Because she does seem very much married to some phantom notion that relationships elude her. In mythology, a Virgin goddess is really one who doesn’t want to play a secondary sex role to males—Artemis, Hestia, Athena are not spinsters by default.

In our astrology, the sun sign of any individual represents the self one is becoming, her own hero’s journey, that to which she aspires in this life. The Virgo woman’s concept of happiness and fulfillment is therefore described in terms associated with her sign. That is to say that a life well-lived for the Virgo is one where she has made an indelible mark, a lasting contribution, and in her own way, has been of great service to others and the world at large. The trick of course being that she must find a way to serve her own purposes, foremost, in the process.

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 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Suffused Supposition

Pisces 3° (February 21)

It does feel quite a bit better to be closer to the goal, such as it is. Oh yeah I had a really good idea which was to make a list of popular cultural fictional characters—then assign them signs. The word Wendybird popped into my head but I couldn’t quite find a real meaning to assign to it. I’m looking forward once again to packing things up. Now that we are both awaking around the same time and going our separate ways until lunchtime, I’m feeling like the late afternoon can be about returning emails and the grand organizing. If we do end up in choice A, I would enjoy riding my bike to the beach, something I wouldn’t dare do here on these roads. Mostly I just need to prepare for tomorrow, because today continues about getting completely up to speed; and to that end, all my ancillary writing is complete. I have planned the menu and already begun cooking for the week. Spring is less than a month away, just four short weeks away. 

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1626-1630. 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 do manage to make some headway today although I’m not really sure how it happened. I’m not questioning it. All in a day’s work I suppose. I got through to about five pages, although I do keep combing back through to make sure things are short, sweet and comprehensible, in spite of the size of the thing. I’m looking forward to handing it off and going back to being an entrepreneur for a few weeks. Everything is happening all at once which isn’t a bad thing. Once the New Year arrives people will have bought a goodly number of books. I should do a press release for the Hautes and make sure that gets into the right hands as well. The tee-shirts can be now to Thanksgiving and then focus on books Thanksgiving through January. That will be that. Plus the announcement of our setting up the headquarters of our international consultancy. That is also quite a fun concept. I am going to figure out the voice recognition thing. I also had an idea about what to use as the opening bits for the 2021 books. It all needs to happen in some kind of a roll out. I suppose I should get 2021 underway in my spare time in any case and once the book deal comes in I will simply draft it within the course of two years. There should be precious few sidebars that’s for sure.

I think what I was trying to express to S. is that a few structural (managing editorial) truths are coming home to roost. That the main body language of the book should itself be Inspirational, Empowering, this should be the overall tone. Then we need to pinpoint where there are upshots where either, depending on how we did it, we would either imagine little Rx marks in the text where we can prescribe right there and then OR we can put Rx’s at the end of each sidebar, pairing each of the new/old sidebar ideas to an action item that fits the bill. I kind of thing we end up doing both. But with no literal Rx typed into the main text. Though it isn’t a terrible idea, I think it’s not a classy as we want. I want no shaded type in my book and I won’t delicious paper. I also want hardcover rights to Sextrology to be reverted or given over to another division of same publisher to make box set (if we end up doing that with Harper somewhere, which isn’t out of the realm of possibility. I want to live in the realm of possibility. It is quite possible I will come up short this week but the truth is that, if I can keep up to date here, at least for another day or two, then I may be able to take a few days off to finish what need’s finishing which becomes the fodder for this anyway, drafting into the rough document and posting over here before I refine it for sample purposes. It is a thought. I can leave it there, don’t you think? I’m ready to make some major hay!

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 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Sadly Gladly

Pisces 2° (February 20)

Snowed overnight and the farmer will plow but in such a way as to send a message. That’s fine. Even the weather conspires with us. We are out of retrograde so hopefully that will free up some things. The trick is to sneak in early and stay in there as long as one can. This was about work. I am back on my own farmer’s hours and happily so. There is a lot of magic to mine now. Speaking of which a gem resource out of Pakistan started flowing me on Insta and I’m not really all that sure why that is. Anyway, it is all part of the same game. Somehow things get revealed. I’m not sure I trust bands with over five people in them. Like Broken Social Scene. Really? It’s a Toronto thing. I fear I’ve lost my mojo a bit and need to get it back. Gathering my forces, working on my essential self. The agony and the anxiety. Fatigue and loneliness. And yet all is exactly as it should be. I cannot force anything—that is not a recipe for success. One must simply put in the time, getting into this five-to-eleven rhythm. That is the answer. I am so easily distracted these days but someone was right when she said you have to have the will. People really want to do this stuff. I’m not sure that I do, but I do believe I have a way with it, if that makes any sense. Now onto our show…

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1621-1625. 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.

Here we go. Libratime is flying fast and I’m playing chicken with my deadlines and own creativity. So I have about a half an hour to say what I want to say. Then I will make myself some sardines and red onion and capers on toast as my lunch. Only I’ll skip the toast. I was up again for hours and hours last night, and though I tried for a nap it was thwarted by Farmer Jim who is here working on the property. With astro new year, read ten Blagues dating back to the beginning. Which means when the Experience Intros are over, go into Calypso first. (You can tell us what you’re doing.) Also slowly go through Sextrology for areas of elaboration, for exploring side-bars as main text, etc for Nextrology. “Stationers” store with a used bookstore annex. I want to do something extraordinary and different. Lecture/workshop.Keep it simple talk in mantras and action items, addressing the physical self and body parts exploring myth and archetype. What to do for your body? This might be something to add to the situation. Virgos need to leave more time. They are the most likely to show up with wet hair. I am really pushing here. Was just thinking I would hijack this entire post and talk about how I was terrorized by my sister, a malignant narcissist, born on June 14, surely, for the first eighteen years of my life, and, arguably, until the second death of a parent whereupon I’ve never had to set eyes on her again. Now, for more than the past three years, I have been terrorized by yet another malignant narcissist, also born on June 14, in the form of this (I will not call him) president. If you don’t think that astrology is real—don’t get me wrong not everyone born on June 14 is a non-empath antichrist—but if you know me, or we collaborate, and you have this same birthday, please know that I have given our relationship extra thought and I have found: Many of you are paler, less dangerous versions of the two who shall not be named. While more of you have detected a certain aspect of self that can “go there” and you have gone the extra mile to be that much more good and better than you might have been without your negative propensities. This is Gemini duality: The ability to go higher than the rest of us because you can also go lower. The sign is ruled by Mercury the psychopomp who can solely travel from deepest Hades to the heavenly heights.

Hunter Biden has a very good tan. And though he doesn’t quite send me he does look rather healthy and vital—whitest teeth, nut brown skin, ruby red lips, cristal blue eyes set in shining whites therof. A friend posted a TedTalk by RL and was raving about it. To me it sounded overwritten, underrehearsed and slurring (he seemed drunk). I’m becoming more and more psychic. I dreamed about E. drinking. And then found out this morning it was the anniversary of his sobreity. I’m glad I mentioned the dream to S. who was like: um he just posted this anniversary. In the dream he was so far gone, talking jibberish. And we had driven far to this event and felt a bit put out. Literally there were no hotel rooms and we were on beds in the lobby. I am losing the plot. I have lost the plot. I got a good deal accomplished and there is still a fortnight left before being deposed and I have to use my time very wisely as there are also appointments during that spate and chores and all the rest of it. So tomorrow I have to fully map out everything. Then give Tim’s bio a peek. It looks like I’ll have to work this weekend instead of doing the Oysterfest thing. No company coming although I was very much looking forward to a guys’ weekend, it didn’t pan out and that’s okay. I’m still finding ways to procrastinate and can ill afford it. I will move the needle tomorrow if it’s the last thing I do. And it just might be. I cannot afford another day of faffing about. Everyone was delayed, now I am. And I am not now going to move on some dime for others. I have to prioritize myself and my own projects. Much, as I often say, can happen in a fortnight. In fact most things can. I have to remove disdain from my body.

Things a Virgo need rid herself of. Disdain and Doubt. She is not by nature trusting. Think of Amy and of Heather today. Make an offering to Demeter. Loss and grief are the themes of the Demeter myth. She has only one child. The pig is sacred to her. Goddess of Sacred Law and the Cycles of life. The Eleusian mysteries center on Demeter and Kore and pre-date the Olympian pantheon of gods. Her flower is the Poppy that grows among the barley. Being an earth goddess does have its underworld tones. Demeter is assigned the zodiac constellation Virgo the Virgin by Marcus Manilius in his 1st century Roman work Astronomicon. In art, constellation Virgo holds Spica, a sheaf of wheat in her hand and sits beside constellation Leo the Lion. Underground ceramic jars to store corn, grain. They are silos. When the corn of the old crop is laid on the fields, this is seen as the reunitiging of Demeter and Persephone.


I had a dream I was flying a plane. Apparently this is a generally good sign of taking control. Although the details of the dream made for a sometimes fearful, fretful ride, where I would keep having to pull up. I do remember trying to keep myself at a certain height where I wouldn’t hit (any more) trees (than I already had) but where it still felt comfortable, like, if I had to put it down, it wouldn’t be too hard or fateful. Anyway, I was sometimes flying it and sometimes not. But I think it puts me in solid stead in starting what I need to start for the next fortnight. Today my goals are simple. I’m going to re-read everything and make necessary notes for myself in the process. I have to remind myself of what we have already said anew (meaning what will be rehash) and how to otherwise break down the sections.

So far, I’m finding that there is a bit of the Metaphysical Musing bit that could work for the snapshot. S. had flagged it for section two which is also correct. Actually makes me realize that the snapshot rather connects to section two. I want to print-out the bits on the sections and hang it over my desk. I say something in this bit about the three p’s (but that’s not right since I define them as people places and things. I think I either had it written differently or never fixed it before it was edited. something.) Must definitely address that. But what I am seeing emerge from going through this first document anyway is some kind of understanding on how to group these bits into collage which is something I’m going to do as I go. I made the type of the Experience bits green so to differentiate from the Musings. Don’t worry, you’re not suppose to know what I’m talking about. Today is really for me. To talk myself through this process which isn’t all that easy, though I am trying to keep it simple. Most of the green stuff (because most of the Experience bits) are male centric and don’t apply, really, to this particular chapter. It feels so good today not to have anything in my system. The plan tomorrow is to get the snapshot drafted and work into the sign and significance section. That would be a very profitable Thursday indeed. Friday, then, can focus on the second chunk, which will largely have to be written from scratch, and that shouldn’t be too too hard either. And then I have the weekend to write the last bit. With that we should have the makings of something great.

Oops just led myself up the garden path called memory lane where I fell down a rabbit hole. This needn’t be so hard. All I have to do now is read for another two hours. Surely I can do that. Then I need to look at both bios; and that should be that. I am going to see what loss of lbs can be achieved as well during this two-week creative retreat slash clear out. I did work those two hours and have made all my notes on the sample chapter starter kit so I actually start writing a new book, the way I see it, on the morrow so that’s exciting. And it’s not the only exciting news really. But I’m trying to stay very much on an even keel. Trying to fly not to high or too low as per my dream. Anything can happen and I’m not getting carried away carrying chickens. Speaking of which I roasted one tonight and served with bok choy. Had just a thimble of Bandol and then watched Scott + Bailey, which is my new binge. So happy to have one! I could stop there but I’m going to voice some thingss here that I will feel later. I am of the mind that nomatter how undistracted you think you are or will be things have a way of slicing into your experience. The trick is to still do the one thing you need to do immediately before other things. I may have to learn that lesson, one more time, the hard way. I have given myself a fortnight with a certain project and I do need to stick to that goal. There will be other projects sliding in tomorrow over my main goal. I will need to work a very long day. I look forward to returning this Cosmic Blague to a more purisst form.


I’ve got to be in today. I’ll start by making some copies of important guidelines I created to hang on the wall to keep me on track. I also need to read some old book proposal stuff which I think is going to turn out to be very helpful. What I realize as I sit to write is that (I’m reminded) the writing process itself triggers other stuff. I can’t be friends with Kenny cuz he was mean to you but you can be friends with a whole host of unsavory characters. Take back the negative energy of your acts and deal with it yourself. I am forever removed from this thought form. Anyway eff all.

We talk about various planetary stuff but we highlight Chiron in this chapter. He is the only son born to Cronus (Roman: Saturn) out of wedlock with Rhea who bore him the six main, first-generation Olympian gods, Zeus chief among them. So Chiron is a kind of weird uncle, the black sheep, dark horse. He is a version of a centaur, although he has human (front) legs, a monster whose mother left him to die she was so abhorred, the elephant in the room, the Elephant Man, in effect. We will not wade into how the eastern elephant god Ganesh, whose festival falls at the start of Virgo, is a godly archetype associated with the sign.

Chiron has a funny path that crosses Saturn’s orbit, then elipses closer to Uranus. So it is proferred that Chiron combines Saturn’s strict overlord denergy with that of Uranus’s break-free spirit. And if we know anything we know that Virgo woman is all about finding middle ground. Mutable earth means Middle earth in this context. Bilbo and Frodo Baggins, meanwhile inhabit this archetypal landscape as they are the Everyman. Mutable earth is Middle Ground Surrender is Acceptance. Living Life on Life’s Terms

Demeter herself is the middle ground between her two sisters. Hera, queen of the gods, is the glamour puss; Hestia, goddess of the hearth, is the scabby queen of the pantheon, and her energy hovers over both signs of Leo and Virgo. In Virginia Woolf’s The Waves, she is Susan. (Go! Read a book!) Demeter means earth mother De signifying Earth and Meter meaning Mater. I’ll never use any of this. I didn’t like Naples all that much. But imagine becoming a hippy and living like a pauper off of the tiny money I do make. Ha ha ha. I’d be a flush homeless person. I don’t know why this strikes me as humurous.The thing is is: To make every word of every chapter make it clear that they are the best. Should we write this in the second-person?? It is a very good question. I am doing the best I can. I lowered my standards today a bit I think. Probably too much if you ask me. Well who asked ya. This is Friday night. We will have some lovely Bandol. I say I’m in but I’m not. And this weekend will be a wash because I will stay up all night(s) long watching Scott & Bailey.

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 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

Freeload

Pisces 1° (February 19)

I’m in a trust nobody phase. It is probably a good place to be. I know that I will end up in a much better place in the coming months and for that I am grateful. Everybody gets what they deserve. And those who aggress us will be paid back by the yoniverse of this I am quite certain. I don’t have that much faith in others right now, and I think this is a healthy place for me to be. What I need to be right now is prolific and that is an understatement. We will have plenty of passes to get things right, and there will be chances to make good on our promises. It’s all about momentum after all. I’m tired of my keys sticking. I am going to get this fucking straightened out. It’s all highly doable and desirable. Happy anyway to learn that I won’t be alone until later in the week. Feeling pretty vulnerable right now and I need to build up some strength, the inner kind. I feel like all I do is delete emails and spam calls all day. If you’re reading this you’re like wow your life has become quite boring that may or may not be true.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1616-1620. 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.

Not a whole helluva lot left to do before I can get my pea brain around what really needs addressing. So I must go back to the man in the desert. We were staying with a once and no longer friend (too many of those which is the source of so much of my pain over the last half a decade) out in Wonder Valley near Twenty Nine Palms. The distances between everything there is at least twenty minutes. So we had left the house and gone to a local lunch spot half hour away and passed the book store we kept saying we would go into and it was probably the fifth time we passe him, a Jesus figure on a bicycle whom, we now realize, was making a bunch of trips to that book store carting a small stack a time, over the course of the entire week we were there. (I do want to go back by the way). I think about moving there but I don’t like scorpions, especially, nor do I like Mormons or other religious doorsteppers show up and ringing the bell. I could say I digress but really from where? I don’t actually have a departure point here other than the fact I just piced up a book that I think I got from that book store. We finally made it there and there were these major stacks, about drug-store-counter high, as we walked in and the lady at the till looked a bit put upon. That’s when we learned that “someone” had been dropping off all these books. We took a look and not only were there a slew of astrology books in the mix, some of which were out of print and we had been trying to find for eons, but all sorts of books on metaphysics and so forth. And it seemed Jesus on the bike had been the culprit unloading them all. We bougth the lot and had them sent back to Cape Cod. Now I don’t read much…let me rephrase that: I have spent a great many years, probably a decade at least, not reading much, which (I agree) now feels like a shame. I can feel that a switch has suddenly been flipped and now I must read. And anyway Game of Thrones is over and I’m not falling for a joke(s on me for watching all these years) again. So I pick up a book today, the first from that lot, and it turns out to be a Quest book published by the Theosophical society. But you will see that one of the only papers now left on my desk is a two-year old note to myself, prompting the writing of daily Blagues with ideas. And I wrote Theosophy, folllowed by Man In Desert, followed by Nemesis, the only idea for which I had scribbled down some note. I don’t know where I’m going with this either, so just bear with me. I know this much: I am feeling very tired indeed and have a goodly amount of work to accomplish and am determined to hit my mark. New paragraph:

That was a pretty long one, so perhaps I only need write one more today. Anyway, I made a homemade cherry tomato ketchup for turkey bacon sandwiches on gluten-free English muffinss. I used what was leftover as a marinade for chicken. I’m still so hungry today that I will again roast potatoes but we will serve with kale. Tomorrow we start doing things slightly more dietitic-like. So much of what has gone down since 2007, when we first dug into Provincetown, was pretty much over by, let’s say, 2014; and I have not had the kind of community I once enjoyed, pretty much, since that time. I try to understand why it is we are shut out of things others aren’t, but there truly is no rhyme or reason to it. People can be put off by us, I think, because we aren’t conformist and we don’t kiss ass and we call people out on their shit and all of the above. But it does sting a bit when people who do not know me make it a point to telegraph that they have been forewarned or something. I know it sounds like paranoia but it isn’t. And as I say it stings a bit, but it doesn’t really hurt, and also I’m used to it. (I don’t think there is any amount of coffee in Brazil that could keep me from falling asleep at the writing wheel right now.) What was I saying. Oh yeah. Well everything happens for a reason of that I am shittin’ sure. And though I do need to check my isolation I never feel more lonely than when I’m alienated in a crowd, which has often happened—a sort of active marginalization sets in where, because I’m not the loudest activist or attention getter in the room, or maybe just because I’m INFJ, it’s not so much that I lose the thread but feel that people lose mine. I definitely need a new scene of that I am certain. We are in some ways a natural fit for Provincetown, being very liberal, open minded and rather queer adjacent, but, like everything, things are becoming so polarized and I feel that, when push comes to shove, the Ptown peoples really want to revel in their queerness, and I can’t blame them for that. It just doesn’t naturally include us, socially. It’s almost as if I feel I make people self-conscious. That and the fact that I call out bullshit where, and from whomever, I find it. So I’m really not the kind of fellow with whom one can get away with murder. I do make an effort to be kind, don’t get me wrong—but, I don’t know, I think because Provincetown is such a warped variation on a high school theme, the really popular kids are either the super rich editorial gays or the down and out artistes (who are also super rich and just pretend they aren’t). I am going to paint my office red I’ve decided. Won’t be terribly easy but not so bad either. It turns out this paragraph might actually be as long as the previous one. And this is thus a natural end.

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 2021 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved. Get your HAUTE ASTROLOGY 2021 Weekly Horoscope ebooks by Starsky + Cox.

These Days

Pisces 0° (February 18)

As if things couldn’t get more intense. The come to hey Zeus moment happens in a big away. She has infiltrated my personal sanctum, which is cool. I like to be exposed. I need to be. It’s the only way to move forward. I will always be me and she, more so. And as we travel along the path this is what we will find. I do think I’m in a place, as I said yesterday, ofworking the contracted time frame. I have always worked under pressure and so here it is. Not just the time constraint but also the concentrated energy of genius which is available but in a flash. I think a flash can last three or four months but not a year. All I need in preparation was exactly right to do. Molly is born this day and has always been an Aquarius but one wonders if that was an accurate reading.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1611-1615. 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.

Today I’m slightly more productive but only because we decided to keep it somewhat real. Watched the end of the entire series of Unbelievable and I have to say it was fairly ok. I am zeroing in on my work and on my feelings. Today is not today. Today is two days hence. And for the third night in a row I have awoken at two-thirty in the morning. This is not good, and once again I feel I need to take a bit of a mental health day, where I will finish the so-called busy work, I will make some headway on tee shirts. I will write a check and put it in an envelope and mail it. I will map out my schedule. I will put through laundry. And I will read and read and re-read all my notes. I need to get off the merry go round which actually has stopped. I will figure out all this doctor stuff. It’s just boring and nothing more. I don’t know how I feel about Griffin Dunne, but I do know I love Vanessa Redgrave. I see people, drunk, presenting live missives on social media and all I can think is that they are operating in a blackout. I will watch the Joan Didion documentary several times over and over. The evenings have been ending badly and I can’t even tell you now which one is which. I think tonight will be particularly maleficent but I’m not really clear on that either. I know I’m nearly ready. It’s now six thirty and I’ve been up for four hours. I don’t mind being this shagged out. I will find a way, without fail to sleep in the day. I only hope I won’t have someone under my window playing a radio. I’m panicked at the thought of it actually. I must find various ways to stave off that sort of aggravation. The true recovery begins today. I’m not good to anybody being this tired. The timing really couldn’t be worse for this doucebag and hi evil deck that injured me so severely. I think I’m finally getting angray about it. I need to make sure that all is okay. I need to also mention to the doc that I have a terrible ache now that it wakes me up. I will get myself the rehabilitation i deserve. My bones feel a bit creakier than they should but that is just a matter of being too sedentary these past months.

I have a good eighteen to twenty days to make a wow, here. And even then it will be handed off and looked at and polished to perfection or else what would be the point in submitting it. Those evil fuckers at the William Morris Agency. They will pay. Well, really, they already have haven’t they? Because they have to be agents. Anyway it’s weird to watch a show and know a whole bunch of actors on it. I really just need to get some major thoughts down today. I do not have to reinvent the wheel. I’m going to do what I need to do for myself today and then I can be available to others. I actually couldn’t remember the name of the agent who represented us for years at William Morris—I spent an hour trying to let the name come to me. It isn’t so much a matter of my memory. It is hinged upon the fact, not only that the trauma of the experience drives her from my brain, but because she was so vacuuous a being in the end, a nervously blinking adding machine, making money for the WME factory. Today I am doing this entry, the one for tomorrow and the one for the day after. That is my job. Then I will have met myself, if you know what I mean by that. If you have spent anytime reading me on here you would know that.

Oh I see what’s going on here. We are living in illusion or is it allusion. We only have a few minutes to make some magic here so we better get cracking. The places your mind will go. Oh, Amy, I had your back. It’s so sad how sad things can be. Her mother died and obviously she got to a place where she had more free money and it turned her a bit into an asshole, but she was always a different kind of one anyway. I loved Anne. I tried a thousand times with Amy. And then she ended up turning on me anyway. I want to record this somewhere. Otherwise it would be so unfair to myself. The trouble with angels. Virgo woman is not my favorite character. Maybe I’ll do another sign first. I’ll do Sagittarius first and then Virgo, or some such. Virgo fucking depresses me. The Radiance. The Rhythm. The Beat. The Best. The Spark. The Pilot. The Pure. It is very possible I need to do a quick disappearing disguise act (how Virgo) because soon I will not be alone and I need to be asleep frankly. I know what I need. I need to meet people in real time. And I need to take myself out for a few days. I need to swim and spa. I think that might be what I do? With my time? When I’m alone spree for a spa? Is this really me. No. It most definitely is not. I am listening to commercial, terrestrial radio playing hits from the seventies, with some early eighties sprinkled in. Oh em gee the early eighties. I was at the coming of age age and it feels so wonderful to remember the feeling which makes me feel really happy to know that I was happy then when my mind would have convinced me I was unhappy then I guess I wasn’t. I loved being alive at that time of life. I loved going off to college, reading my catalogue, something that became a later theme,


First thing I’ll do today is get Brad what he needs. The second thing I’ll do is petty cash—mustn’t forget all the housekeeping tips—then, thirdly, I will check on the deadline for the VSB grant. And go down the list of the witches to make sure all is feeling copacetic for the Witch Camp performance in November. I did a helluva lot more than that yesterday, oops, I mean today, he he ha ha he. Shut up. I’m drinking my favorite ale right now the Devil’s Purse Kolsch. I’m a Kolsch kinda guy. If you’re ever wondering what beer to send me (in bulk) please make it that. I wonder if I’ll be surprised any second. I know what I have to do in the next five minutes. I have to make myself easy. Try not to get worried try not to turn…All I can or will do today (which is many days) is watch Joan Didion bio-doc, over and over and over again. It must be a french name. She has a French face. Simian. Which is a symptom mainly of being a Sagittarian—my old friend Elizabeth Marvel could easily play her, they look so much alike, E. being a Sadge too. Oh well am I surprised. AS I say I can only do the best I can. I have two kids in the can. Could you imagine me a father? It is naive now to think that, even if you have kids, they will go on. Our democracy is under siege and we will take to the streets in protest. I will set up my soap box. I will ask the question can I speak publicly. And this is how far I’ve gotten. They will be home soon. And I will interact. And I will try to do my best. And tomorrow will be different. The first George Bush was so handsome when he was younger and I hate the fact that I think so. Even Dick Cheney thinks he (himself) is handsome. That’s how he presents. We have to remember that these assholes were part of the reason we are now in all this mess. All the ties to Saudi Arabia. That second Bush, too, with the erosion of civil liberties. The so-called Patriot Act. Go eff yourself.

I had a good friend in high school whose name was Dick and never once did I hear anyone make a crack about it. Dick was an athlete, an intellect, he went on to be a college professor, the fact us he became/remained an academic speaking volumes on his being a) a Virgo; b) not as type A as he appeared; and c) unambitious and priveleged in equal measure. His surname, in German, translated to Bath House. I really had such affection for him. He will never know. I would love to see him, to tell him. That his friendship toward me was a savior. We had such fun. I really cherished him. That would never go over well, I guess. I’m almost at today. Clarke Gable isn’t on the screen. I will pretend to be asleep but it won’t work. I told you this was all I was going to do today. I am going to drive over the Golden Gate Bridge. It actually doesn’t look scary at all. I’m sure I can handle it. I can’t stop thinking about flannel shirts. I have to find myself some sort, gorgeous stuff to wear this Fall. I need to do a bit of shopping. Oh and we have that stupid thing to do on the thirtieth of this month. Oh well going to keep my spirits high and power through. Not that much to do really and plenty of time in which to do it. First things first, and second. I must realize that I don’t always want what I think I want. And I’m always left feeling worse. I think back to those days of youth, lying on the beach, when I would very much enjoy being left alone to space out completely, finding that sense of utter peace. Becoming one with the all. I owe it to myself to feel like that again. It will take some doing that’s for sure. It has been terrible weather which is fine and dandy. Nobody needs to go to a comedy festival in the rain. And yet it looks like it might have been fun. I am way too easily distracted. Are we there yet?

The answer is a resounding No. I am living in a construction zone, peace and quiet aren’t mine right now. I need sound noise cancelling headphones this week. I need to watch my diet and calories intake. I need to find increasing middle ground. I need to get this leg of the journey over with. I need to get what we need into works. It isn’t easy I’ll tell you that. But it is necessary and I can be more rested and dinner tonight can’t be simpler. I did make some delicious salmon cakes and as if that wasn’t enough I also breaded the cod and roasted potatoes. I have such a flavory appetite. And I never eat junk food so I shouldn’t feel too bad. I did enjoy having some chocolate after supper however. Salted dark chocolate from my friends local company. It is delicious. I haven’t to work very hard on coming down and not feeling so alienated. I’m not sure I know what’s wrong with me. My brain is just so freaking scrambled today. Now I want eggs—dammit. See what I mean? I can’t seem to keep a single thought in my brain. It’s not that big a deal but I think I need to unsoak myself every so slightly and I need to give my nerves a break as well. All came back from teh dr. okie-dokie, but I still have to scedule this MRI. I hope to hear back from that office tomorrow. I think it was 586 1906 but I could be wrong about that. Never mind I will call again and leave another message ans see what i will see.


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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Day Won

Aquarius 29° (February 17)

Ash Wednesday. It means nothing. I don’t have much to add. I think about that boy Rory that David brought to the party. He seemed fully formed like an Aries (doesn’t think there is a need for development). And then at the first party there was that other party who was so beautiful and vulnerable. There is a theme going on in that mix. I am aware today that I will not go forward with summer plans for one reason or another. It is probably best for me not to do so in any case, but there might be specific reasons why not. I am sure they will not happen or my whole world will be changed by then. The event of the last days have taught me to edit even more. I will take with me what is mine and put into storage here and make that an expense because I can afford that; and I’d rather have all my stuff in one place, probably including my car. The other stuff can go other places. I will call tomorrow. I will do exactly again what I did last year. I’m going to play the game for the first time in my life and I might also game the game. I will say everything there is to possibly say about THEM all. I made a start and now I am in the second quarter and I need to step my pussy up. I will bold material that is destined for a sidebar. Witches burnging for all our lives

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1606-1610. 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.

By any other name: S. had to do some errands in the town of P. and I stayed home to wait for deliveres and to deal with the work being done in the basement. It was a fairly wet day off and on. The kind of day only a cape kid could get into. I haven’t been sleeping well and sort of fell in the early morning, waking up cranking and abruptly. The reentry is feeling harder than expected and try as I might to get my thoughts down on paper, I am once again a bit stymied. I will be cranky and not good company and take my bike into town for some necessary oysters. I really needn’t hoard the money I’m sitting on and must use it to pay some fees and so forth for the coming year. We also have these costume events coming up so it will be good to get some of that work done as well. Some light keeps going on and off. Okay so we really should move this thing along. I still have quite a nice time ahead planned. Let us turn it out and up and make it good and right. I will set up shop in Boston this year. I still have a few bucks to play with. I could get my own office somewhere even, nice and cosy. Say Allston or some such I don’t mind being out there to be honest. Well yes I do. I prefer to be in Brookline and that is fairly easy to finesse. Cambridge too of course but it really doesn’t matter much where. I am keeping my funds in the back and I am feuling them; then when I have it all together I will set myself up as some kind of creative monster.

As if I’m supposed to understand how this works. All I know is that in fifty minutes from now I will have finished up all that I am wanting to say, take a shower, and be slicing zucchini. This stream of consciousness period in the Blague must be driving people bonkers; and perhaps I don’t give folks anything much to hang onto. If they are coming to this fresh today they have no guide as to what this seeming rant is all about. But that can be okay too, don’t you think. I do. There will come a time when all shall be revealed. What people shouldn’t do is search for their names on here that can be dangerous. But wow what a great device for me going back over things. And well, who cares, Edith? I wonder if Edith and Mary have ever seen The Women. I would love to have an entertainment center in my house with recliners of sorts. Imagine inventing an untacky recliner. Well the Courbusier chaise longue aint bad. Will I be too old to be sexy in Paris. Is there still hope for me. We shall see! We shall see!Those just might be the lines from a musical about a middle-aged flaneur. With a little bit of drageur thrown in for good measure, why not? It’s all your fault Jessica. If you weren’t doing some Weineropera there wouldn’t have been a chain of musical director’s chairs. We had director’s chairs growing up. They were such a thing. I don’t totally hate them but they are not my faves either. I was never really down with the wicker wonders that hung from the ceiling next to plants in macrame holders. That was never my scene. I didn’t like the seventies very much as I was living them. They didn’t fit my body type at all. I was a Danny in a Keith Partridge world.

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.

Tum Ta Dum Tum

Aquarius 28° (February 16)

Cleaning and dump day. Also Mardi Gras, so one last hoorah? I passed out quite early after a flounder, kale and potato meal, which was yummy admittedly. We put on Woody’s Interiors after giving up on The Sleepover. I will try again tomorrow but it will once again be a wash.   I have to remember who I am. I’m not sure I have anything real to say, but that is just the way the mind works. Sometimes we are too close to the words when what we need is proper distance to elucidate. I love that word, and I doubt I’ve ever used it. Oh, to be clever; oh, to be wise. There is little difference. I need to do the thing I do sometimes when I get drunk: obsess over astrological signs. I can do that for the next four months. Actually, all this playing of chicken might ver well be a plea to shorten the span of time I dedicate to this project. I think it will be better that it is short and sweet. I think that will be the most impactful way of getting this book procuced.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1601-1605. 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.

Last day of September already. Man I am feeling the passing of time. I didn’t sleep well. Woke at 330 and stayed for about an hour then was up again by before six, waking from a nightmare of sorts. Not a scary nightmare but the frustrated kind. The main thrust was two-fold: First, it was in a sort of real time where I knew the coming day was September 30; and I only had this one day to pack up an entire house of belongings to move or put into storage and not only that but my surplus of stuff was spread out over a few different houses, stored in people’s attics; and I also was aware that I never went to (that same old) history class all last semester and never went to the dean to ask for some kind of incomplete instead of just failing. On top of that I took a part in a play that meant I couldn’t work (or earn money) in the evening. Anyway the entire fever dream was so confused, labyrinthine and frustrating and I just had to wake myself up. Strangely, though I hadn’t had a single thing to drink yesterday, I feel oddly hung over, my sinuses aching with sharp pains in the top of my head that come and go. Not that great a feeling I must say. But there is more to this day than me complaining about my aches and pains. I want to underachieve. I want to write a little and get into reviewing the main project at hand but I don’t want to do much else, but for unpack and already start repacking. We are surely not going to Canada now so I will have a choice about what to do with my time on Saturday. Will be fun to just see what happens that day. I am hoping we won’t lose any money on the trip I’m expecting not to. As it turns out we have a year to rebook our trip so that’s totally cool. Will be so nice to get up to Canada again in the Spring with a bulk of work already under our belt.


Rabbit Rabbit. They managed to be the first things we said today. I’m sick to my stomach though because what began as a calm morning turned into one of sick dread and loathing as someone lost their very expensive personal item in which were recorded many important things. If you’re going to make it a point to buy yourself something of that nature you best be damn sure you don’t lose it. Or that you leave it at your home desk. That is just my opinion on the subject. This is why I don’t spend a lot of money on things like this. It is just so not worth it. I really cannot afford this anxiety today to be honest. It’s just too too much. I am always made to feel like I’m the careless one. Accidents happen I realize that; and it wouldn’t be such a big deal if the level of upset wasn’t so distressing. Anyway things are just things. But I did awake that morning thinking what. I was thinking about how my notebooks were stolen all those many years ago. And I suppose it was some kind of prescience on my part. Anyway now I am totally preoccupied and I don’t want to be. I’m already dealing with so many stresses…anyway it really turned out to be nothing in the end because the missing item wasn’t. It was in the glove compartment of the car. Crisis averted and lesson learned. And an hour of my day down the tubes, but there are far worse things. So now to resume our regularly scheduled programming. Well let me just say first how weird this all is because the morning we awoke in the hotel where it was assumed said item was left: I was overwhelmed with pangs from my twenties when I took all my notebooks to Florent for a full day in the air conditioning reading through all my words and annotating—this will be for a show, this will be for a novel, on and on—the prime notebook of which dated to 1983 in which was inscribed a poem I wrote for S. now in her own hand (as she gave me the note book) with the sign off Grenoble, 1983 (now write!). I haven’t refused the command in any case.


Got up before the crack of dawn , packed as quickly as possible, and hit the road. It was about a three hour journey. We drove directly to High Rise where I had a nice tumeric tea. Off to see Beckett and readings were all over the place. I need to get a handle on it all. Got early check in and went to Sonsie for a salad. Back in hotel doing just a little bit of writing, failing to get very much done. Going to meet downstairs for dinner, which will turn out to be over the top. Lobster, sashimi, skate to name a few dishes. I actually had cocktails which I haven’t had since Italy. Loud people near us. Finally couldn’t hear myself speak and so I asked them to lower their voice. That didn’t go well. But what can you do. Eat a Klondike bar and go to bed. I’m frustrated. I’m tired of blowhards and peace wreckers. I’m tired of the bullying culture. I can’t understand how it is we got to a place where we talk about this loser twenty-four-seven. But that is what he has always wanted that much is for sure. This all makes the world seem devoid of certain spirituality, a dearth of which has already come to define us. I want that feeling again. That feeling. You know the one. Where everything just feels like one big floating yes. I cannot believe authoratarianism has come to our shores. I suppose with McCarthy there was a sense of it. I wonder though if we have encountered anything even remotely like it since.


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.

Moog Ring

Aquarius 27° (February 15)

I still can’t remember the Gemini exercise but never mind. I am going to take the day to just space out. Haven’t had a chance to do that in so long. And then I should be in good shape to let the remaining story unfold. Down a Sinner rabbit hole. I need to start afresh I think with this current chapter. 

Happy Birthday! You may know my wife Stella Starsky et moi comme astrologues, quoi? LOL On a day like today when Pisces begins, I wonder about our cuspatarians. Have you had your chart done? You are sure you not Pisces but Aquarius (we credit you as the latter in our book Sextrology). LUK!

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1596-1600. 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 going to talk myself through this review process after clearing all my surfaces and getting my office in minimal Libran shape. Today is the first full day of Libra. I was awakened this morning by dream cats. I was in one of those towns I’m often in in my dreams. Hills in the distance, along river or waterway. Only this time I was / we were going to be staying in a house I think was owned by JK but Dean Martin or George Hamilton or someone like that was renting and all these people were gathering to stay there for some kind of celebration. We were given our “usual room”, people were taking busses but I drove up in a beautiful car. There were maids. I remember that because one barged in to find out what we had done to the very complicated television. I simply wanted to turn the volume down. I think our sometime assistant and colleague Sally was there as a sort of major domo. Anyway, there were two doors to the room. It was almost like a pass through, typically, for the staff. We were on the ground floor along with all the living areas. (All of this mirrors aspects of the boat which is obviously an impetus for all this.) In the dream we were sleeping in twin beds and I felt a furry something under the covers with me on my right leg; then I felt at least one can circling and trying to settle around my head and face. I got there sense now there were at least two cats of one of them was menacing and in my face. I could actually feel their tooth on my lips, I think. I scattered them and saw two silouettes jumping of the bed. One of their cat tails was shaped like that of a lion, skinny and long, with a tuft at the end. The Leo symbol. Again this would make sense in terms of a JK reve. At that very moment I was awakened. So I was awakened by dream cats.

I looked it up and cats are about the anima, the feminine side of the man. It’s about vulnerability in general If they jump on you it might also mean that there is a need to pace oneself, that the dreamer is being pulled in many directions. Especially creatively. Well that might very well be true. I will start the big transition today which should be a lot of fun. I just need to make an outline and do some printing and map out this baby. I haven’t heard back from Joe’s Pub yet so I’m sure that is gnawing at me. Oh, gnawing at me! That is interesting given the dream. The cats were dual anyway. At first (one of them) cuddling up to me, a ball of fuzz, under the covers; but also, ultimately (one of them) in my face and threatening. This double-bill might actually express the way I feel about a would be book deal. It might also refer to how I’m feeling about my work as an impresario. I’m not going to interpret it any further. The fact is, now that we are in Libra I am turning my attention to design over the function of Virgo. Speaking of Virgo: I came upon a snippet written, in my hand, on a piece of paper. It said Virgo (whose color is gray, like clay) is afraid of gray areas. A relecutance to work on a process, the need of some sor, tehy don’t want to do on own, don’t r…process. Well that’s what it said. I’m not sure I know what it means either. All or nothing? Needing to be forced to change. Middle men?



I do understand the need for spiritual communion. I know that’s why people join cults and by that I mean subscribe to any organized religion, even the big three. As someone with no family of origin and no offspring one might think I’d be the perfect candidate. And though I often feel very alone in the world, which, I will admit, has driven me to anesthetize those feelings from time to time, in the main I use those so-called negative feelings to fuel my ambitions and projects, not least of which is championing other artists—I actually feel that’s where I put my parenting, if you will. Why am I bringing this up. Oh yeah: Still I do understand the need to enter into some kind of group dynamic where others are gathering around the same hearth of understanding. And I do miss, and intend to reexplore, my feelings on this score and how it is I might go about making connections that can sustain me. Maybe it would be a meditation scenario of some sort. In the meantime, and because I do need to rekindle my preferred means of exercise, the form of which also constitutes certain meditation, I will start there. And as we find our city and I can nurture other such aspects of self, I will find my way in that regard. I have one major project on my plate for the next four weeks and once I’ve sailed through that, I must say, everything should get easier. I harbor no false hope about what this autumn will entail. Mainly I want to remain healthy and have a good deal of fun. I have to start facing certain challenges without the aid of any crutches, something I also feel should be quite doable. But do I want some kind of community? I do. Do I see myself wearing a nametag and going to the UU, I do not. Can I imagine some kind of Buddhist scenario? Maybe. I was thinking of theosophy…then I went down a rabbit hole trying to remember the name of the great professor at B.U. who taught a course on Webern Schoenberg Kandinsky Mondrian and how they were all theosophists. That’s probably not quite my beat either. I need a little esoteric book shop. I am again thinking about the north shore. We will do a little research this year as things begin to materialize. All will unfold I can’t try to make it.

I got up at five today to get some work done but so far I’ve writeen this far and gone down some rabbit holes and I don’t think I’m really accomplishing much which is also ok I think because the best thing I can probably do for myself is get the hell off this spiral today and take a nice relaxing drive to Boston, well, Reading, where it is a little girl’s birthday and there will be a party and I might as well try to give over and enjoy it. I should be in bed by nine if I can possibly swing it and swing it I shall. I will get to the dump this morning and go talk to Mike the mechanic. Why are all mechanics actually called Mike? I still as yet have not heard back from half the fellows I invited up to the Cape for Oysterfest, but that might be just as well. I have my own ideas about that in any case. We shall see what we shall see. I do want to make an appointment with Boston University about my transcripts because it is really bothering me that it was they who basically ruined my grade point average. They had nothing set up. I’d like to make a case about that. I also very much want to thread back through our “world” and put all the pieces together and make a plea for Bostonia magazine. There are certain holes in my experience that I very much now want to see filled. I am very much looking forward to the collaboration with Tim. And to the proliferation of these new books in a major way. I want to go through each and every one of my friends. If I send one hundred notes per day for forty days that’s four thousand people. I don’t see why I can’t put something like that together. I would like to hear back from Joe’s Pub that is also leaving a bit of a hole in my experience; it’s me and my disability to achieve closure on things, of this I am aware.

So I have an hour before I have a bit here at home and head north. So I’m forced to finally sit down and reckon with what’s going on. En route to that I am having to weed through some accumulated papers; and as is my custom I might just type a few of them in verbatim. One: Sextrology wallpaper (which is weird because I wrote Ken Fulk yesterday in regard to astrological wallpaper he did with someone). “A system by which everything is ordered.” Survery Sextrology take the impersonal points and list them thusly, writing a more philosophical treatise. Two: Instagram Afterglow start with existing folks and take tons of pics and follow and post all shots of previous festivals and tag people (sounds like such an obvious thought, why I had to write this down I can only chalk up to mind racing in a thousand directions). Three: Calypso then October 7 (this means for Blague purposes I should go back to these dates for fodder for material for writing and for a possible one man show—little did I know I would be forced to write a one-man show, with music, in the course of five days in order to replace an irresponsible performer backing out last minute. I still need to bring this to pro-bono lawyer in Boston once I get a hot minute. All other papers went into the trash and now I have forty minutes to start reacquainting myself with the process at hand which is the most important thing on my plate now and for the next month. I can ill afford any more distractions and must instead go deep into the proverbial zone.


I don’t know what time of day I was born because my parents were completely unconscious of things like that when it came to me. My sister had a commemorative plate that outlined every detail that hung in her bedroom. Ironic being an astrologer I know that I can’t quite even do my own chart. Sometime in the morning was the best they good estimate. Whatever. My birth was also portended. I wrote an entire bit about that in my recent show. My mother’s sister shared my birthday and though they were estranged called my mother to say that she was going to have a boy on her birthday. All the best sages are presaged like this so I accept that. Last night was kind of weird. There is just something so off about the brothers grim. I never understand how people can be successful and also drains of negativity. It boggles the mind, but never mind. Some folks just aint that smart but that has never stopped them from getting rich. Sometimes I wish I were dumber than I am. Anyway…ptooo. Got that out of my system. I really want to focus on all that is good this day. I am so lucky to, well, be alive for starters. But I get to spend the this beautiful sunny Indian Summer day in Cambridge seeing not one but two theater presentations. I cannot wait!

Well it was an incredible day really. We drove into town, couldn’t check in, so went for a stroll in the lovely weather, to Clover Food Lab, for a little snack of soup. We went to Felix to get S’s bag restitched and get some shoelaces for me. Walked back to hotel, but room was not ready still, so we went to see the first show of the day, Six, at the American Repertory Theater. What a great production and the songs were phenomenal, sung by each of the six wives of Henry the Eighth. Back to the hotel. They bumped us up and we had a two bedroom suite which will prove to be beneficial as I had a snorey night. We regrouped for a bit and then headed back out to have dinner at Alden & Harlow. We had delicious roated carrots with a sort of custard, large beans in an anchvy sauce, steak with green garlic pancakes, and an egg yolk ravioli, paired with a Chinon. We didn’t order dessert but the serveuse obvs overhead us say it was my birthday and brought us a scoop of vanilla ice cream with a candle in it. Before we knew it, it was time to head to Oberon to see show nmber two of the day, Black Light, with Jomama Jones, who really was fantastic. Wow. We were seated with these professors from Emerson which was really fun. She carried a ping pong ball with her from a Taylor Mac show she saw in Barcelona. Trevor was one of two back-up singers and the show was, in a word, church.

After the show we walked back to Longfellow where I had a Manhattan or two. And then we strolled home and there was this gorgeous tree that I had to hug. Back in the room all i know is that i woke up still wearing my trousers and scarf so I basically passed out. My home boys cancelled their trip to visit me for Oysterfest in October, which is fine. I will be deep into my book project this month and I can use every moment of me time to hit it out of the park which is what I intend to do. Besides, it will be nice to just stroll into town and take some pictures and have some fun that way. Otherwise I might just stay in the house and chill. That could be really fun.

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.

Suspended Animation

Aquarius 26° (February 14)

Valentimes. Doing a bit of work and a bit of garde manger. Otherwise just faffing about really, something I cannot long get away with. I had an idea for an exercise for Gemini woman and then it promptly went out of my head. I start working on those things on Wednesday. I need to write about five pages today which should be doable after dej.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1591-1595. 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.

Still feeling very sore but decided to try a little walk on the beach. The waves were crazy and the shark warnings were up. Nobody was swimming but nothing will keep surfers out of the water that is for sure. We worked out a great many things actually. I’m actually going to write up some beach minutes. Here goes: When if they get in touch, like last time, we will cite a timeline and having to move on to meet deadlines. We will also say that in your correspondence you were clear you would be in touch with us and come up with something to show and also attaching a price tag. (Not bringing up mixed messages of one saying one thing and the other saying the other. And so on. We decided that it is too soon for the Vermont folks. We also decided to greenlight Helene and Elisa. This sidelined into conversation about key stationery items in keeping with an antiquarian stationers/objets and booksellers/with a hint of alchemy shop being the backdrop, the art direction, of any kind of retail or, even, studio space. We talked about leather, paperweights and the kind of diaries only we can do. We are on the same page with this soft launch, where we get out all the kinks, and we might think about making a harder launch with 2020. The HA books promotion will happen when it happens. We will frontload the Paris Consultancy as an experiment this year, if only for shits and giggles, making all of the design worlds a potential pool of new clients, plus working the ango/americans in Paris angle. One very good reason to target design worlds, too, is because we will have already entered into it ourselves. With the pendants, first, probably.

Sometimes I want to cry because I cannot find a friend with whom I can be my total self. Someone to do things with, to talk to, to bare my soul. I have this of course in my primary relationship but, even so, you want to be able to share your feelings on your relationships with someone you’re not in one with. For me it goes further. I’ve always bonded more emotionally with friends than they have with me. This must be narcisissm: because I want to find someone just, or as much as possible, like me. It would be so nice. This is why, as a child, I was convinced I was a twin. That it either died or I consumed it or something. I used to play a joke on new friends that I was a twin and I would take them home and say I had to run upstairs, not letting on that we also had a back stair, and then I would quickly change my shirt and part my hair on the other side and I even had these fake black horn rimmed glasses with non-prescription lenses; so I could be very convincing in a flash. This of course was the actor in me.

I never “made it” as an actor in the traditional sense. I never auditioned and got parts. I had close brushes, weird close brushes with success. Like when Darren Starr wanted to personally cast me on a show of his and then it got cancelled the next day. Magical hours in between. Then there was the day I spent hours auditioning, and waiting and being called in and audition, rinse and repeat, for The Kentucky Cycle that was coming to Broadway. I don’t remember who I auditioned for exactly, someone with the last name Warner I remember, but they were obviously impressed by whatever I was doing and treated me like I was a star, and then I think that project fell through too. I already didn’t get the part but I don’t think the show every materialized. I really don’t know because I didn’t go to theater. First I couldn’t afford to and second I had other jobs, always more than one, that I was juggling to pay rent and off student loans and have some semblance of a life as a young married person in New York City in the earliest 1990s. I just looked the play up on Wiki and it did run for only thirty-three performances on Broadway and failed to win a single thing because it was the Angels in America year and Kushner swept it. And it wasn’t the last name Warner it was his first, Warner Shook. That’s who I auditioned for, of course, the actual director. I don’t even think I knew that at the time strangely. And what a great fucking name by the way.



Libra 0° is actually the same as Virgo 30° and is actually more accurate way of approaching it, in a sense. Once Virgo hits 30° it is Libra 0° and we like to represent what we are doing in terms of these degrees, of which there are 365 or 6 this coming 2020; but there are only 360°, so when I say I write daily, which I do I sometimes combine some days together like above. I have been forgetting to do this for months, so I just did it a couple of days ago. And now, for awhile, the Sabian Symbol (2015 Blagues) will be one and the same as the degree of the day I’m writing on but slowly, overtime, I will enter into another period where the Sabian Symbol is one degree ahead. That is because my Blague looks at the day ahead, and the Sabian Symbol degree number speaks to the fullness of that degree leading to its culmination, that is to say the degree period prior to the number, 0-1 being the first degree. So, even when the degrees seem to differ between my Blague and the Sabian symbol number we are always speaking about the same daily frame of time. I’ve just been a little lazy as I’ve said, and I don’t want to skip a posting of the Sabian symbol, but next time I lump two days together the degrees will once again differ. Oh never mind you’re not reading this anyway so I don’t really know what I’m fretting over. Actually forget all I just said because it seems I am still a day ahead I don’t know how that happened but I’m just going with it.

I am writing this on the twenty-second right now, so in the last throes of Virgo, which is great because the transition from one sign to the other is something I need to represent in my experience. The first thing I’m doing today is typing in the contents of a page of Rhodia notebook, word for word: It really shouldn’t have taken me all day to do this portion of the projects on my list but never mind. Because it did. I have decided to go back and Work through this Book and only leave in the important pages as hard copy. My character is writing almostly like my putting that note into the floorboards in Merrick Square. Actually the whole story could start with me in 1998 buying old 1805 house, the boy who moves into it tells stories that he can’t tell anyone about maybe, about magic and sexuality. I was suppose to say this may or may not be referring to recent stage foray I do not know. But as I read it again I know that it not the case. The story begins with a conceit, notes stuffed into the floor boards. The whole thing was hidden in the floor boards. That would need some working out to establish believablitiy or it can be something that is revealed later. Or not. As I have time, that this Blague is expanding too days, I’m going to get late-breakingly at some more boring but much easier work. But I’ll talk to you soon about that. Tonight will be a last hoorah of sorts, a farewell to summer.

Happy Fall everybody. Equinox and what not. Oh lord did I ever rock this zero degrees of Libra day. I don’t think I’ve been this productive in eons. I am completely caught up on all my post festival shenanigans and I can actually turn my attention now to Starsky + Cox work in a major way. And funny cuz I felt a wee bit hungover last night, not sure why. I guess the wine just hit me weirdly. At day’s start I thought uh-oh, I’m going to be staying in bed and yet somehow I rallied and plowed through every bit of work that was on my to-do list. I’m quite exhausted now though at day’s end and am looking forward to manging a wee salad and then getting into bed. Tomorrow will be the first full day of Fall after all and I’m looking forward to resuming my farmer’s hours and also reeling in the excesses between now and my birthday on Saturday. I also would like to resume the instagramming and such and being more juicy and connected. I think that will be important. I don’t need very much in the way of outfits for this coming weekend since we are really only going two nights. And it is meant to continue to be nice weather so I might still rock the linen. My main focus (once again, broken record, I know) is reducing. I did fairly well leading up to our time in Greece and Italy this summer, but starting there and continuing on through I really did blow up quite a bit. And I have to fool my doctor at my next physical and get the go-ahead for anesthesia for an -octopy. I did also make an appointment to get my shoulder checked while I’m up in Boston. On the 5th, a Friday, we go back to Reading and then on the 6th there is a wedding which just so happens to be on our way to Canada (how bizarre is that). I am quite looking forward to time away there too. So I have to be not so heavy at the Hovey. I also need to call those fellows about October 3 and see what they want to do.


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.

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