Aquarius 13° (February 2)

Oysters and Ahi from Mac’s with Rachel serving.

July 12

You vibrate vanilla, a sign of one whose head’s held high. Indeed, you pride yourself on being a natural ethical, wholesomely comical and decidedly unkinky character, in any sense. You take kinks out of situations, exploring decadence ever this side of decency.

July 13

Water symbolizes emotion, of which you have great stores, in keeping with the camel aura of your day. Unlike other Cancers, you reserve feeling and let it move you toward self-realization. Delaying purges of feeling, actually, fosters dissipation of inner turmoil.

July 14

Under a silvery yellow moon, you work magic, in secret, keeping your own counsel. A creative of the first order, you live in a world of imagination, welcoming others in, by invitation only. Sensitive and mystic, your social circle is small, personal bonds intense. 

July 15

You’re bathed in moonstone blue, a color of surpassing intuitive power. You often know what we’re going to say before we say it. Like now. Stop that. What you mightn’t realize is you can put it to best use in high-art pursuits or those involving psychological analysis.

July 16

Remember wenge? This browny black color vibration expresses sense memories, which you draw upon, as the proverbial player on the world stage. You can thus meet objectives without repeating negative patterns. Gut emotions guide you to become your own guru.

July 17

A color vibe of timberwolf grey points to the potential effect you have on people. You inspire vocal praise or drive others wild, depending on your moon-powered moods. The definition of lunacy is trying to predict what you’ll do next. You aim to keep us guessing.

July 18

Thulian is a dark pink that derives from ancient Thule, the name for any place beyond the known world—where you metaphorically live. The person who first said “been there done that” was likely born this day. You are all about uncovering new experience, off the charts.

July 19

American rose is the color-vibe of a high-principled, revolutionary spirit. You bring about desired change by funneling outsized emotion into steely action, if not activism. Causes not only provide a sense of purpose, they prioritize your thinking, bringing peace of mind.

July 20

A Moonchild of a most serious countenance, your color vibe is rich cordovan red. You readily inhabit leathery board rooms, ballsily beating most men at any old-school game. The thrill of the deal appeals, mainly, because yours is the agenda of an agent of good karma.

July 21

Your eminence is a chamois, the softest shade of brown. It speaks to your subtle way of coming at goals, at times, sideways—like your symbol Crab scuttles—insinuating yourself into situations. You approach punch lines, similarly, inciting ironic laughter.

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Aquarius 12° (February 1)

Chicken soup for lunch. Dinner at Fanizzi, shortribs. I will then stop in at Sal’s. Rachel’s birthday.

July 1

As sharp as lemon yellow is your focus. This speeds you from the most inauspicious origin to positions of power, wealth and sway. There’s nothing negative in your ambition. It’s designed for influence to help others. Yours is the birthright of a great, lasting legacy.

July 2

Like a glowing pale melon moon, your energy is exciting and unexpected, often taking others off guard on first meeting. You are a keen observer of life’s ironies, eliciting laughs on that score. Behind a vivacious exterior lies a true believer in fairy tale romance.

July 3 

Frosted pink, you’re a downlow Moonchild, obscuring details to keep others guessing. You blur lines between high and low sensibilities, being both pristinely, and pop-, cultured; champagne and sippy straws. You know what people want and, at times, give it to them.

July 4

Bright as Prussian blue, you breed excitement. Your commanding presence and bell-clear voice win you myriad admirers. You initiate fun and friendly competition, an undisputed proponent of good cheer. But, no mistake, if crossed, you’ll reduce open rivals to rubble.

July 5

A reassuring coffee, your vibe is totally on-it responsible. You thrill at your own expertise in an ever increasing range of interests, goals and activities. Not to make you self-conscious: you create memories in the wake of your driving, socially directive mojo.

July 6

Good grief:  your aura color’s greige. It expresses an ability to digest setbacks, turning manure to magic. Sign of a strong inner life, it may see you mistaken as blasé. As if: Your ability to process experience gets you the most out of it, while freeing you for new ones.

July 7

You’re a chin-up buttercup aura personality, reserving your cheering section for a party of one. If everyone did so, it would be a better world. With a small emotional footprint, you conserve energy for achieving what’s arguably the most important goal in life: Self-reliance.

July 8

Robed in a saffron aura, you take a ceremonial approach to experience. In touch with natural rhythms, you’re ritualistic, rather devotional, in running your life. You eschew material trappings as an end in themselves, craving the community of very-like minds.

July 9

You’ve got a flavescent glow, a sign of the kind of wisdom that stems from experience. Your beginnings may’ve been histrionic, if not humble, but you cultivate calm as you sail, ever smoothly, through life. You exceed your sane, realistic expectations at every turn. 

July 10

Like the iridescent innards of a mussel shell, you keep your radiant spirit under wraps, sharing inner most hopes and dreams only with those who show you theirs first. The beauty of life, for you, lies in, often not so, quiet moments of mutual self-expression.

July 11

The cardinal-water sign of the zodiac, Cancer is symbolized as a font, befitting your waterspout color vibe. You are an endless source of both recreation and re-creation, playful in private and constructive in your career. You rid situations of negative emotion.

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Aquarius 11° (January 31)

Chicken soup again.

June 21

No surface dwelling Gemini, you feel things deeply, a carnivorous carnelian connoting your grumbling hunger for a meaningful life. You crave no less than a career that taps emotional resources, soulful friend connections, and the greatest love of the millennium.

June 22

Like the red sky at night, you delight others with promise, regarding both your talents and reliability. You enjoy responsibilities—to you, stepping stones to a sense of purpose. Deeply in touch with natural rhythms, you’re accepting of yours and others’ many moods.

June 23

You’re a gray pearl, taking any chaos in your experience and letting it shape you into the beautiful and resilient character you are. Life is your oyster when a lid is kept on drama. You find magic in the mundane so long as you don’t become mired in others’ minutiae.

June 24

Your essence is clear, shall we say nude? As a creative, you court the Muses, artistry flowing through you. You travel to the beat of your own drum, personal ethics bumping against the status quo. Ahead of your time, you foster patience as the rest of us catch up.

June 25

A greenish gunmetal illustrates the fact you take no prisoners. You’re savagely straight-forward with no patience for puffery or procrastination. Nothing if not prolific, you won’t wear too many hats at the same time. But yours is a life of reinvention with multiple acts.

June 26

Like a blue moon, you glow with rare intuitive light. Your gut is a guide—environments must feel essentially good for you to live or work in them. Not one to impose your will, you allow for fruition, never forcing it. You believe greed is the ugliest thing on earth.

June 27

Let’s call you mellow yellow. Fingered by fate for greatness, you can be reluctant in the spotlight, using it to help illuminate the lives of others. You see what’s on the inside of people, how they hurt, and you personify hope. In love, you’re a liberated hippy at heart.

June 28

Like silvery ash, you portray the notion of renewal. Taking on board lessons of the past, you steer ahead to distant shores. The future is uncertain but you rest assured that home is a state of mind that goes with you. And that there are some sexy drifters along the way.

June 29

Your sparkle is champagne, and your vivid imaginings go to our head. The most cerebral Cancerian on the block, you communicate big ideas simply, no easy task. You’re a master at making artsy aspirations commercially viable. So big deal you cry at the drop of a hat.

June 30

You’re all-over aubergine, a nightshade that grows under your ruler Moon. A creature of the night, you don’t need to stay up late. You receive messages in dreams. Indeed, some of your best ideas emanate from your unconscious. Still, you do like the wee small hours.

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Aquarius 10° (January 30)

Aquarius 10° (January 30)

Making a giant chicken soup. Deluding myself for a day that my diet begins. 

June 11

An exquisite tea rose, your day’s vibration is the color of nature and civilization working in perfect concert. It expresses your own duality: urbane with a wild side. You infuse formal or formulaic enterprises with untamed energy. This makes you, in a word, fierce.

June 12

A deep Mandarin orange speaks to your taste for the exotic. Of all Geminis, you are most expansive, if not controversial, going against expectations put upon you from a young age. You prove children belong to no one but themselves, and that we all remain children.

June 13

Cobalt blue is an ancient color associated with alchemy, the god of which is your ruler Mercury. You take a page from the alchemist’s book, the whole of your life being one long positive self-transformation. You create golden opportunities by getting the lead out.

June 14

You’re yellow, but you’re no coward. Like a canary in a coalmine, you’ll feel out scenes before investing fully—unlike one, you escape deadening situations. Others look to you for guidance. Arresting, provocative and challenging, you’re not just another happy face.

June 15

You look mauvelous, a hybrid color of the hibiscus flower. A most adaptable Gemini, you have always had strong role models, grafting qualities from a variety of sources, merging them into a unique style all your own. You are a veritable genie at development.

June 16

You know where you’re going to—so says your solid mahogany color vibe. Your mission has been clear since the cradle, so either you’re already realizing your destiny or you need to admit that fulfillment lies in the direction of what you’ve first and always wanted to be.

June 17

The barely pink magnolia aura of your birthday says you can play the delicate flower but you have nerves and a resolve of steel. This characterizes your Gemini duality: You will act the ingénue, getting others to do your bidding; but then, Lolita, you lower the boom.

June 18

Rose is the color of love. And romantic music is forever swelling inside you. You cast yourself as the lead in your life, trusting your heart to negotiate your journey. Real or fictional, you have stories to tell. Your way with words is both lyrical and liberating.

June 19

You’re a slow burning Gemini, befitting your charcoal color vibration. No flash in the pan, you achieve as if unseen, discreet about the details of business or private life. People might even wonder what it is you do do. Then, suddenly you seem an overnight success.

June 20

Celadon is your auric color, greeny blueness expressing the excitement you inspire. Like a first dip of the season, you refresh all with your divine words of direction. Your magic mutterings release negativity, rewrite headlines, unblock success and, yes, accept delight. 

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Aquarius 9° (January 29)

So in the wee hours the power went out. Thus I prepare to freeze to death. I will spend the day under blankets. I tried to read the books on the shelf. Well I tried three. Then I found a Lucy biography. I know I know everything about her already but it made for a good distraction from the drama of this blizzard. The wind is whipping. And the snow I think of the Kate Bush record from 2012 and I dissolve into tears because it meant to much to us and we performed songs off that album. Oy. Today is one of the few days in this process that I have felt so alone. I have to remind myself of all the times I wanted to be alone. In New York, in London and Paris, in Boston. I am one of the authors of this reality. Oh man, speaking of which: I get this fucked up apology from Chris and Joe last night. On Wednesday I wrote to tell them they both suck. So they write this thing that is just in no way really contrite. More like, yeah, we fucked up we send you p e a c e and they actually spaced out the letters like that. You know me, right? Or if you don’t quite yet you soon will. I let loose. The audacity. The time to write me back was July, August, September, October, November, December, any time than the last days in January after I wrote to them to say I could really use a metaphorical cuddle and a chat. Nada thing. More of the same from me I’m afraid. There is a Drag Race and a Bill Maher waiting for me but here I am sitting in the same spot on the sofa all day long. It’s now nearly 9PM and I’ve been sitting here since 7AM. Eversource keeps sending messages that it will be fixed at 1PM, then 7PM now 11PM. My prediction is we won’t have power for another two days. I tried my hardest to connect with S. to let her know I was sitting here in the dark and needed a distraction; and since we didn’t speak the other day it might be a good use of time (during a blizzard!). Nothing back. We are back to nothing back. Oh well. I texted with Tim and Christopher and Michael and Cyrus and Dave and Y. I’m thinking I should reach out to David about the summer and see if he might be interested in some cohabitation. Come to think of it there might be other opportunities as such out there. 

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Aquarius 8° (January 28)

I am pretty immobile. Getting ready for the storm. Didn’t sleep well. Still worried about S. I’m texting and texting and I just haven’t wanted to check email. When I finally do I see a message that was sent at 4:22 AM and I’m thinking wait a minute—are we once again in different time zones. The message detailed how her phone wasn’t working and how she needed a new one. Well that doesn’t prevent one from picking up a land-line receiver or sending an email on the actual day we had an appointment to speak. I’m trying to be very chill I really am. But things are getting tense again around here. And I’ll probably have to wait a month or two before even posting something as benign as this. Seven fifteen Tuesday I will drive to get my hair cut if I can’t secure an appointment on Monday. The snow will likely accumulate. My day will end back at Mac’s for some happy-hour oysters. We are bracing for a blizzard and it’s not going to be good. It never is. I will lose power for ages as is typical. So besides the oysters I order a salmon skin roll and then these great three fellows sit next to me, two of whom are in their twenties and boyfriends and almost neatly mirror the opening fifteen minutes of Euphoria 2-3. They are both absolutely drop dead gorgeous and they have a third with them who is obviously in love with them both. I’ll say their names so I don’t forget. David, Trey and Craig. David, next to me, knows my (late) vintage car from Wellfleet where his family lives and where he’s spent every summer of his life. He is wearing a very rustic looking signet ring on his pinky, which turns out to be a family crest, and a black watch with a brown snakeskin band. I ask if it is Cartier, it isn’t but on the same wrist he is wearing a Cartier Love Bracelet. So, uh huh, what? He is impossibly pretty except when compared to his boyfriend or husband….it is unclear. All I know is that they have been together five months and for them that’s a long time. Craig is just there, being a rather wealthy forty-something, and I think he gets to be daddy in exchange for being in their brilliant company. And everyone is super nice is the upshot. Loving and kind and adorable and hugs all around. Nlan, for lack of a better disguise, actually comes up to apologize to me tonight. I let him completely off the hook. I met him at an age when he was a callow thing, all pastels and bowties; now he is more gothic in nature and, in a recent exchange, had the temperament to boot. Nobody needs that. No nowhere not no how. So I return home after oysters and seared scalllops, and I’m on tinder or tender hooks or whatever they are that will go through spell-check, but the snow is not yet happening. The wind begins to whip but I go to bed with Friends on just so I’m alerted, maybe, when electricity goes off. I’m already obsessing over moving out and I have another three months. But I’ve been here three months already and it went by like (snap!). I have to figure out my life. I can’t be this vagabond at this age. I must make a solid plan. So let’s do that. 

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Aquarius 7° (January 27)

Today I will freak out because I am supposed to be chatting with S. but she is completely m.i.a. I am serious concerned and then outright worried that something has happened to her. I will eat the remaining chicken tacos and make a giant chicken soup. I also make some yummy stuffed mushrooms. Of course, by eight tonight I’m starving and head to Fanizzi for more chicken (pot pie). I’m getting as big as a house. I have to stop thinking food is love cuz it aint. Anyway, I’m driving everywhere these nights because I don’t feel like walking nor do I really have the wardrobe for it. Speaking of wardrobe, I have to do some major editing. I think I need to find a place with wifi after all. I’m feeling like a lost soul today. It isn’t productive to get angry because it’s such a precarious position but I would never jerk around like this. I send that awful Chris and Joe a text telling them they suck. I also find Art online and send a message. As a character, the show is about her finding her voice. Right now all the characters are losers except for the cliché “conventional” Capricorn. Why would Z be interesting to a woman in a Bentley. And then why does Z fist the woman. Are we all fisting now? It’s gratuitous. The pilot already jumps the shark. It’s ridiculous. We want to like these characters. And there should be more characters? How long is the show? We should be getting Z’s astrological insights. She should have been originally obsessed with myths and so bummed out that the gods and goddesses no longer exist. Set it in college. We met in college. You’d think I’d at least be sent the notes we/I generated in conversation. Anyway, why are there three main female characters and one, nearly clownish, stereotypically gay character, the kind you might see in the seventies or eighties. It’s absurd. The one straight male whom we never see is “Gorpy” which sounds like an inside joke between the writer and her friends. It should be a fun and funny Euphoria. Let us try and get Carolyn Strauss and Dan Minahan on board. To put Starsky + Cox in the present, meeting in college, on their study abroad which we can place in England as opposed to France so everyone is English speaking. I was born a few decades too soon to enjoy the sort of fluidity younger people enjoy in terms of their sexual identity and gender. All the characters need to have three hundred and sixty degree aspects to themselves. What is each character’s individual back story. Even a minor one. How long is this show?

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Aquarius 6° (January 26)

Resuming the TV binge. I will end up having lovely oysters and calamari for dinner and hang out with Eric whose story I really didn’t know. In some ways I realize it parallels my own. It is feeling quite good to be making some meaningful connections. I know who the tender is this time. I mean not by name but…I think I’m going to be better off doing something right on route 6A this summer. I need to find something that really suits me and isn’t too far a drive etc. Anyway, I hope I want have to do anything but just finish my book; and maybe start on the next. I know the jewelry will be cracking but it isn’t sustainable enough an economy. I have to start thinking more like a winner I know that much. We will get some royalties and also a renewal hopefully. The thing I want to say is that, given the fact that so many shows feature ensembles of characters in their high school years—Euphoria, Elite, Riverdale, Sex Education on and on—where they dress to the nines, are sophisticated, go to parties and clubs, do drugs, say in the case of Euphoria, the characters in this show, who are older seem less sophisticated than the teens on other shows. They have it less together. Also they have very little depth and I think are totally cliché at times. They are two-dimensional at best. We discussed in the past when you were between writers that it makes sense to us to actually draw from our actual life on one hand, but also to consider reality as it stands now. For instance Z, whom I’m telling you is Pisces not an Aquarius, should have been obsessed with astrology since, say, the age of 11. So that by the time she’s in high school, never mind an adult out in the world, she has already carved a niche out for herself. M, S and Z are all sad sacks; and L, by comparison, is like a throwback bridezilla. Also “acting like another sign” is nonsensical. Just as the fact that the Virgo is a virgin who nonetheless gives expert blowjobs. What Euphoria does so brilliantly, via narration, is delves into all the characters. And there are not four or five, there are at least a dozen interesting ones. The show also needs to know where it’s going. In this day and age, especially, teens or twenty somethings are super savvy when it comes to social media. They are not working for an old-person circular or flyer. And a writer couldn’t hand in sexy copy that gave old people heart attacks. It’s stupid. There is actually so much wrong with this. The show should be called Celestial. It shouldn’t lead with the sex, although sex should be a large part of it. It should be about finding connection between self and universe and self and each other. And Z sees the patterns.

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Aquarius 5° (January 25)

I’m still so terribly lonely and I think it will be important to write about all that. I’m still blocked on social media and such. The LLBs had a wedding and din’t invite me. I have never once heard from him. The shunning and the loneliness has been acute. And certainly not cute. Y will give a call on Tuesday morning which will be a boon. I need that upbeat energy in my life. My optimism will fade sooner than later this week. I’m going to have some delicious Oatcakes after and I plan to get oysters only to realize they are closed. So I will have my chicken tacos and then go for a walk in the evening as it is super mild. I bump in to Pete and Ted who are coming from Sal’s as I’m on the horn with Bonnie Sip. I will pop in and see Brad at the bar talking to some friend with some kind of latin accent. Not nice. But I chat with Sam and ask about the non-incident with David C because I was second guessing myself. And sure enough it was a total non incident and Sam didn’t even sense I was upset. Still the mystery remains.

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Aquarius 4° (January 24)

Chatting with S. about the CMP. I took a crap ton of notes which may be useful at some point but right now it escapes me. I’m a few days behind again. I’m going to end up at Mac’s where I haven’t been in ages. I’m seriously behind the eight ball but I’d rather not think of it that way. I don’t remember which of the three times was which of the tenders but it really doesn’t matter much. Starting Monday I need to make major headway on all that I have began and I need to start my spring cleaning in February. Will also need to research laundromats and such and use the list in the Ptownie book to start sorting out some cash employment. I do schedule all the appointments and I have a pretty good list going. Just Zoom left to sort out. I definitely do need to keep myself abreast of all that’s going on and I’m feeling confident on this day that S. and I are on the same page creatively. A. has not brought her, shall we say, A-game. 

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