Author: Quinn Cox (page 4 of 227)

Me Day

Taurus 5° (April 25)

Going to spend the day packing and perhaps go for a stroll. I’m writing this four days later so I don’t really remember. I have the next four days off and will make many trips to the new space. It’s a lot. Mitch will be dropping off the art work. Having a bunch of leftover chicken and peas and carrots etc. Nothing much to report really. Dropped off worksheet to Montano’s. Got some new gummies. Had some oysters. Very much a me day.

Gemini Man

Gemini is forever striking a bargain, internally negotiating opposing forces along the right vs. wrong dichotomy. Outwardly navigating his own wants against those he presumes are others’, he exacts his next move, the next deal, to further intentions. His is a tricky head to be in, his brand of mindfulness Machiavellian. He keeps others guessing, sowing confusion, creating distractions. He is self-aware to a fault, providing dazzle, excitement, aimed at keeping spirits bright (and unsuspecting). He personifies the old “fake it till you make it’ adage. For him, life is about his field of experience, and what buzz he can create within it. Immediacy is Gemini’s watchword. Ruled by Mercury, for the ever youthful, “apparating” quicksilver god of the crossroads (duality) and namesake marketplace, the sign speaks to the instantaneous and the intimate, immediacy of time and space. Gemini is focused on the here and now, being engaged by community and communication, often surrounded by boon companions, lieutenants, who’ll do his bidding. He thus attracts those who lack a will or direction of their own. The fairytale Mercury, Peter Pan amasses his tribe of lost boys seeking solace and guidance. And Gemini runs on the steam of such tribalism, if not mob mentality, like that other goodfellow in green tights, Robin Hood, operating in secret, on the element of surprise, being rather thuggish even in lofty pursuits. Other archetypes include flight risks like Puck, Robin/Nightwing and Jack Sparrow.

            The least introspective of signs, Gemini must work to cultivate an inner life. Even the work of great Gemini poet Walt Whitman is an exploration of all he sees, feels, senses right in front of him, a celebration of immediacy, the street-level of existence. Gemini too is occupied with urgent to-dos and shiny objects, cutting a path through life like an artful dodger snaking his way through a crowded market He is the consummate manipulator. Despite ill connotations, it speaks to his elusive superpower, that of positive thinking, hinged on experience being malleable and subject to the determination of our minds. He is nonetheless edgy and fearful of the answers to life’s big questions. He doesn’t like to feel things too deeply for his delicate nervous system. He keeps it light and moving; and yet he is more prone than most to subscribe to an eternal element of self—a soul. He takes from various religions and philosophies, tending not to fully subscribe to any one path. In love he is the least monogamist most philandering of fellows, forgiving what he might label human frailty, i.e. his own. Like Mercury, Gemini likewise wings his way through life, needing to cultivate patience, processes and preparation. Gemini is the master of the three-minute pop song, the elevator pitch, snappy patter, killer slogan or pithy pun. He is ephemera incarnate, living life to its fullest, like a mayfly on borrowed time. He doesn’t become mired in guilt, doubt or regret. Each moment provides a new opportunity to rewrite the proverbial headline. Being mercenary too stems more than etymologically from Mercury rule. 

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Low Key

Taurus 4° (April 24)

Didn’t eat much today. Some turkey bacon and eggs. Slept a lot and went in for a very boring Sunday shift which was still low-key fun.

Taurus Woman

If anyone can fulfill her destiny with easeful delight it is the Taurus woman. She is the zodiac’s whimsical pragmatist, endowed with a natural appreciation for life and its simple gifts of bounty. Though she seeks to be as free as can be from care and burdens (of heavy thoughts, especially) she is in no way avoidist. Rather she jumps into life, feet first, approaching all her endeavors from a natural sense of play. Ruled by planet Venus, namesake of the ultra femme goddess of love and beauty, Taurus embodies the fixed-earth assignation of her sign. That is to say, if Taurus man is the gardener of the zodiac, she is the garden itself, with the full range of metaphoric and metaphysical associations that go along with it. She is natural beauty personified, drawing on the naïve nymphs and other earthy nubile characters that express her planet’s inviting power of attraction, which is most alluring but can invite ill temptations. Like any well cultivated garden, Taurus needs to design a functional filtration system to keep out any snakes in the grass.

Her archetypes include Eve and Io, who took the form of a white heifer, the prototype of Snow White, along with other real or feigned naïve figures from Eve Harrington to Kimmy Schmidt, the biblical Esther to Myrtle Gordon in the classic Cassavetes film Opening Night. All these ancient and modern myths emphasize lessons needing learning in relationship to older, wiser women, a metaphor for the eternal dialogue between the adult Taurus and her inner child on which the whole of her existence is hinged. Envy and vanity are default character flaws for the Taurus; and she seeks to be valued, prized, and cherished and she can be impatient on this score, ingratiating herself to those she feels can further her ambitions. She can be treacle in her zeal to be treasured, feigning innocence and, stepping on others’ pedicures, taking signature shortcuts to success. Like her bovine symbol, she is myopic in this regard, meanwhile insidious aspects of her nature will not go unnoticed and can set her back lest she learns to pace herself and stop pushing. Befitting the sign’s association with the ages of 7-14 and those nubile nymphs many child stars have been Taurus, while all females born under the sign are designed to “enjoy being a girl.” Like Taurus Audrey Hepburn said: “I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe happy girls are the prettiest girls,” and there is more to that quotation than meets the eye.

            Taurus’ superpower is a soft one. She is meant to shed artifice despite any signature love of cosmetics, embracing and cultivating the natural talents with which she is famously endowed. Her outsized gifts are to be appreciated, in every sense of the term, providing her a platform for protecting the natural world and the innocence (and innocents) thereof. Even the indulgence in adornment that Hepburn describes is truly a ritual embodiment of the feminine principle which, in contrast to the imposing masculine principle of the previous sign of Aries, prescribes intercession on behalf of the vulnerable, and taking responsibility, which, at its etymological root, means to respond, in this case, to any destructive forces of oppression and exploitation.

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C’est Normale

Taurus 3° (April 23)

Met with realtor/landlord and got everything signed and delivered. It turns out I can do as much as I like in terms of cosmetic changes which is pretty cool. Went to the cottage in the afternoon and moved a bunch of things and have a handle on some basic renovation. Went over to G’s house to get codes for entry and wifi. He was complimentary which was nice. I suddenly came to conclusion I won’t be living where I am once May 16 comes around. How did that escape my brain? Had lovely Zoom chat with D + N. Heard all about India. They had been to Goa before, which I vaguely remember knowing. I would love to travel again. I would love to find a friend with whom I could travel. People drop out. Derwood, Bon. All the people that were there at the beginning eventually fall away. I suppose it’s normal. I am looking to the people in my life currently who are the real angels. I still can’t believe how vilified I’ve become. I was telling D + N that I don’t really feel that I’ve changed very much at all over the years. 

Taurus Man

To be born a male in this premier feminine fixed-earth sign (think gardens and fertile valleys), Taurus man draws on agrarian male archetypes, specifically the classic flower gods like Narcissus, Hyacinth and Adonis, male love objects who invite and incite desire in others. Diametrically opposed to the preceding sign of Aries, ruled by objective Mars, Taurus is ruled by Venus, the subjective feminine principle, passive powers of attraction, allure, and temptation. Taurus man wants to be wanted in the worst way, and in a nod to both the sign’s motto, I have, and its rule of possessions, assets and all things of value, Taurus man is a collector of people as well as material props. He must be careful of possessiveness and a surplus need for others’ appreciation. The myth of the insatiable Minotaur, half man half bull, is themed on the labyrinthian trap that an excess of desire (more so, to be desired) can be for the Taurus fellow. Green is the sign’s color, that of material wealth and certain fertility, but also of searing envy. Taurus rules the throat, the gullet, and men of the sign are hungry for gain and all-too thirsty for an appreciative audience, their appetites on any number of levels in need of moderating.

            Taurus man is designed to be a gardener in life, patient and careful cultivation being key to his success and, all things being paradoxical in astrology (as in life) this can be his greatest challenge. A metaphorical and metaphysical creature of the garden, Eden, he can be blissfully ignorant of his impact on others for better or worse (let alone their own needs) and can be notoriously capable of feigning innocence while consciously plotting fairly cutthroat maneuvers. Like Chauncey Gardiner in Jerzy Kosinski’s novel/film Being There, for the subjective Taurus, life is what happens to him—at least that’s what he’d have you believe. Passivity: seeming to have no real agenda, life is about being carried along (read: by other people), the road rising to meet him, the proverbial lotus unfolding. Flower gods like Adonis turned the typically most desired deities, like Aphrodite/Venus, into the aggressor, first as mother than as lover. In the Garden, it was Eve who took decisive action—fittingly it’s the main female character’s name in Being There. There is a price to passivity. Adam lost immortality going along for Eve’s ride. Likewise, flower gods are also “dying gods,”—none of them live past youthful beauty, immortalized (as flowers) for it. So too does the Taurus male let die off parts of himself in the bargain he makes for outsourcing directive power. He especially doesn’t exist without an audience, and there is sacrifice. Taurus is here for human consumption, to satisfy others’ certain hunger, seeing himself, primarily, through others’ eyes, making art-directional adjustments as life unfolds, to appeal to what he perceives to be desired tastes, be they personal, physical, intellectual, cultural, artistic, sartorial, sexual, all of the above and more.

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Poor Man

Taurus 2° (April 22)

Went to the storage and then to the cottage and dropped a few things off. Wrestled vacuum cleaner out of storage which is great but took forever. Went to meet Len but his partner had fallen, and the paramedics were there. It was pretty shocking. 

A woman born to the premier masculine sign, Aries doesn’t so much embody but employ its cardinal-firesignature. She may appear coolly removed, but she starts little fires everywhere. Like her Aries brother, she draws on warrior archetypes, Athena chief among them, endowed as Aries might be with her divine tact, diplomacy and strategy. Athena was born in full adult form and armor; and the themes of identity, autonomy and a certain defensiveness loom large in Aries’ life. The paradox of being a woman in this most macho sign makes Aries the original feminist from birth, which, along with all new beginnings, is ruled by the sign, which also rules the head as befits the ram. From the jump Aries enters every endeavor, head first; but it’s the sign’s rulership of the face that most concerns her, identity and image. The horn shape of the sign’s symbol also recalls the nose and brow, a nod to Athena’s vast wisdom, her totem being the owl. She is goddess of crafts as well as the helm just as Aries aims to employ all her mad skills in piloting her own ship, to go her own way. Other Aries archetypes include Lilith, the biblical Rachel, Medusa, snake goddesses like Inanna, the Amazons, Arya Stark and Jo March, fierce female figures unafraid to go it alone, particularly when faced with an oppressive patriarchy.

For Aries, a strong identity means independence, which is the desired goal for her in this incarnation. The ironic kicker being that Aries requires a lot of support in order for her to be a soloist pioneer in the world. For this she must especially rely on sisterhood. Aries is an anthropologist at her core, a keen observer of human behavior, something that can manifest in myriad number of ways. She has a steely approach toward the game of life, which she is determined to win, a sore loser when things don’t go to plan. She can be prone to tantrums, which she must work to temper. She must specialize, mastering a specific craft that furthers the social discourse, positioning herself as an agent for change. Mentors play a huge part in her development and, when operating at a high vibrational level, she will ultimately take on that role to others. She is ideally a champion of champions, working her own agenda through the efforts of those she’s groomed in her image. She can be something of an intellectual snob and is hard-pressed to cultivate tolerance for those she doesn’t consider as sharp as she is. This is a special challenge for her as a parent, where she can play obvious favorites, fostering those she deems most fit for successful survival.

For Aries, people have their purposes, and despite power and positivity in this, I prescribe expanding her understanding of those who people her world. She must divine the difference between providing patronage and plain old using others as pawns. In significant others she is drawn to docile characters, those with nary a domineering bone in their body, which can be surprising. There is benefit in her being more aspirational in love relationships instead of pairing with obvious underachievers out of fear being overshadowed or eclipsed. Spiritually she is a natural poster child for self-reliance, typically not one to outsource higher power.

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Trays In Space

Taurus 1° (April 21)

Stumbling upon this entry nearly a year later, I find no entry whatsoever. I know the feeling of what was going on as I had just taken on a little job to stop the hemorrhaging. I think back on this time and have a pretty good feeling. It will prove untenable in the end of course. That’s really all I will or need to say.

The first and sole male cardinal-fire sign, Aries embodies “big bang” energy—initiatory, combustive—ruled by Mars, for the war god, the masculine principle. Aries energy is directive, objective and objectifying, singular and purposeful. The horned Ram and phallic, “spear-toting” Mars symbols both speak to Aries’ impetuous, urgent, headstrong nature, ever on the attack. This unbridled energy requires harnessing, restraint and introspection—not his strong suits. His raw warrior spirit must be channeled into championing solo causes that also benefit the common good. Designed to quest and conquer, he draws on alpha-male archetypes from Adam and warring Mars/Ares to Jason and Lancelot, Superman to Tony Stark, all of whose stories provide parables for Aries’ life path, principles, penchants, peccadillos, perks and pitfalls. 

Aries man is Id personified; pure, primal impulse, often conflicting with his own, and the larger cultural, Superego. Being himself and “knowing thyself” are opposed in his personality—he is thus challenged to divine a powerline in this polarization. One might say he is “called” to do so; wording that would appeal to his self-perspective. In what may strike others as delusion, Aries tends to consider himself on a mission in life, if not the gods’ gift to humanity. The sign of Aries rules birth (to age seven) and every kind of new beginning. Aries personifies the concept of birthright. Mars rules the blood and muscle, and Ram man conflates desired aims and goals with their being “in his blood” to achieve. As for a newborn babe, life is foremost and forever a fight for survival, if not a bloody affair. The two colors of Aries are white and red, like the two types of blood cells, a dual nod to that hero in the white hat he fancies himself and a propensity to “see red” and ram his singular agenda onto a larger one, any casualties of doing so be damned. Another dichotomy: When you’re a lone ranger in life by nature, it is most challenging to understand when you are alienating others.

Aries man is spiritually designed for direct connections on that score in the cultivation of upper-case Self, and benefits most from a Zen approach to life. Without going against his natural grain to attack life and make indelible marks, I prescribe cultivating detachment, treading as lightly as possible in his life pursuits. In relationships, he is challenged notto objectify a partner. He can suck all the oxygen out of the room and treat others as props in his production of self. He must learn to operate his own off-switch and find the sweet spot between a laudable impetus to prove himself and realize his goals, and an overbearing tendency to ride roughshod, which can lay waste to golden opportunities on offer. Aries’ singular path calls for perceiving himself to be enough, as is, at any given point, tempering an irrepressible need to further prove himself. Being less hard on himself, he will better treat others, significant ones specifically.

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A Year On

Taurus 0° (April 20)

I am getting some identity established and don’t it feel good. I am now that much more established as a business entity which I find fantastic. I will visit the storage and the new cottage which has been cleaned and does look that much better I must say. My goal is to wave as much of a wand over it as I possibly can. I have paint chips to show and I will make a list of things that hopefully will be tackled to make my summer cottage something special. Anyway I am moving things through as best I can do. Despite the plea for anonymity in working where I am, it turns out that it isn’t at all anonymous—I have seen about fifty people I know there so far. They mostly seem surprised to see me which is certainly understandable. Some people have “sorry” expressions on their faces which I find funny. Others act as if there is no glitch, like I’ve worked there the whole time. It’s actually kind of entertaining.

The generally most self-serving and least self-aware, Aries man is Id personified; pure, primal impulse, thus in conflict with both his own, and the cultural, superego. Being himself and “knowing thyself” are opposed in his personality—he is thus challenged to divine a powerline in this polarization. One might say he is “called” to do so; at least wording it that way would greatly appeal to his human condition. In what often strikes others as delusion, Aries man tends to feel that he is on a special mission in life, the gods’ gift to humanity, in one way or other. So speeding his trip along a desired life path, it’s best to present his predicaments to him in this context, to make prescriptions accordingly. As the first sign, Aries rules birth (through age seven) and every kind of new beginnings. Aries man personifies the notion of birthright, his planet Mars ruling the blood and muscle—the Ram man conflates desired aims and goals with their accomplishment being “in his blood;” and, like an eternally new born babe, life is foremost a fight for pure, sole survival, if not a potentially bloody affair. The two colors governed by the sign are white and red, like the two types of blood cells, a dual nod to that pure, good-guy hero who always finishes first, and a tendency to “see red” and ram his singular agenda onto a larger one, the casualties of doing so be damned. Another dichotomy: When you’re a lone ranger in life by nature, it is most challenging to understand when you are alienating others. Some chapter synopsis:

Just as Aries man is spiritually designed for direct connections on that score in the cultivation of upper-case Self, he likewise benefits most from, for lack of a better term, a Zen approach to life. Without going against his nature to attack experience, achieving quests and conquests, making indelible marks, I prescribe cultivating detachment, treading as lightly as he can—in umbrella terms, this characterizes the whole of his life pursuit. In relationships, especially, Aries man is most challenged not to objectify a partner, in any number of ways, perceiving all others as near actual props in Aries’ production and presentation of self, which he often doesn’t realize strikes the rest of us as performative. He thus must learn to operate his own off-switch, to allow himself to discover the sweet spot between a laudable impetus to prove himself and a rash, overbearing inability to employ restraint, for love or money, to avoid riding roughshod over others, too often laying waste to golden opportunities on offer. Aries’ particular path of being requires considering himself to be enough as is, every step of the way. Being less hard on himself translates to treating others, significant ones specifically, in kind….

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Buzzer

Aries 29° (April 19)

Last night went pretty well except I accidentally took home a piece of technical equipment. I wrote to S. today about book chapters and also client outreach. We shall see. I’m continuing the outreach as best I can, in earnest. I had a ridiculous text from Amy and decided to block her and totally end all forms of communication. Done and dusted. Made a bunch of food to last the next few days and catching up on banking and so forth. I am repeating yesterday’s menu to the letter meanwhile as I hate wasting ingredients in the fridge. I’ve barely eaten these past few days and hoping it will start to show somehow. I still have twenty lbs to go and would be happy to do it very slow now. I had a weird forwarded letter from S. in mailbox asking me to deal with a lawyer thing from two years ago. Why she can’t just cope herself is beyond me, especially as it was addressed to her, but whatever. I have to synopsize chapters and it’s proving really difficult.

Born under the sole cardinal-fire sign, Aries man embodies the “big bang” energy of this sign—initiatory, directive, combustive—ruled by planet Mars, the masculine principle in astrology. Aries man’s default perspective is objective(objectifying), self-motivated, singular and purposeful. The horned Ram symbol, and that of phallic, “spear-toting” Mars, speak to Aries’ pointed, headstrong personality, being on the attack in life. His is an unbridled energy that requires harnessing and circumspection, not his natural strong suit. Aries man embodies the raw warrior who must hone his energy into that of the hero, knight in shining armor. His archetype set includes the biblical Adam, the classic Mars/Ares war god along with the questing Jason, Lancelot, Superman, Iron Man/Tony Stark, all of which provide parables for Aries man’s life path, principles, penchants, peccadillos, perks and pitfalls. It is Aries’ birthright to be a true champion and to synch his self-serving energy with that of the greater good, winning the right to wear his proverbial white hat. His is the purest “hero’s journey” of all the signs, and for him it is an all-or-nothing pursuit. The paradox of his experience is that, for all his natural outward directed energy designed to attack external goals, he must trailblaze introspective inroads toward understanding his impetus and motivations, which, of all the signs, is no easy feat. He has a near pathological inability to take things, on all levels, in every way. 

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Schkadoll

Aries 28° (April 18)

It is in some way pathetic that I spent my day off at work but I’m glad I did in the end. I managed to get some additional questions asked; and also it kept me from feeling too lonely. I am forming this weird habit of waking at four, trying to knock myself back out for a couple of hours, and then falling back and sleeping for two or three more. It’s not healthy, I know; but it is apparently what I need right now. The Amy situation is spinning out of control. Wow, was that ever a mistake. I also get admonishing emails about money from someone whose guidance I sought before the fact. Man, I gotta tell you, I come to the understanding that I am way more functional than I thought in comparison. And all the things I didn’t have to do for myself, those which were blown up to gigantic proportion, actually take about five minutes a day, in a flow, to accomplish. I am accused of lying about one thing; now I realize others lie about everything all the time. There is a feeling emerging that entails liking how I do things. I always have but it was never truy appreciated. I am efficiency incarnate as well as being a creative driver. I’m also cook and cleaner and errand boy and administrator and bookkeeper and charity worker and fucking mensch. I am not like others. I do not need to surround myself with rich people so to pretend I am one. I’m not. And never was. That is not a lesson, unlike others, I need to learn. I have put in the work and outsourced the perks. Agents and such prefer the other person even though I am the generator of the work being represented. I rub people the wrong way. That should be the first line of anything I say on stage. I’m just one of those people. Oh well. Training is over and I’m now on my own on the work front and the gods are playing jokes on me, likely for a reason. There are even computer glitches that cause problems with me and the ones behind the line. Three decades ago it would have sent me into a tizzy, but I’m really too old to give a shit. If someone wants to look at me even the slightest bit sideways, I will be out the door. I need for nothing from “nobody.” The owner was right: it is a dysfunctional family, but for the most part people are really very nice indeed. There was a bit of a sign and J.C. and Kev were there tonight and it turns our Kev owns a place where I’ll be “summering.” Ha! That’s a laugh. Anyway nice to know there will be someone on the property. Soon the fish and produce market will be open. I will go to the beach. There are glimmers. Still I have to move again in less than two-week’s time, I am dealing with the adjustment to this new yob, I have a smashed in car from a hit and run in a parking lot (thanks), I am moving house (again) all while simultaneously trying to find closure of the colossal type (cue Sinead O’Connor’s Last Day of our Acquaintance).  It’s a lot. Managed to make it through the entire day on a grilled cheese sandwich and cup of escarole soup. 

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Red Sauce

Aries 27° (April 17)

Easter and I thought it would be okay. It isn’t. Didn’t sleep at all last night and just spent the entire day crying my eyes out. Why should a day like Easter even matter to me—it’s weird. In earliest childhood, having to wear outfits like velvet green short pants and matching jacket with scratchy green knee socks and awfully tight shoes, the holiday was spent at Auntie Margie’s in Lyndhurst, New Jersey. Driving from Jersey City to Lyndhurst was like the opening credits of The Soprano’s. I decide to spend Easter watching the show from the beginning. And it’s even more triggering, to pun intended (Guns, trigger, get it? Never mind.). The entire landscape of that show, from the pork store to the ubiquitous cemeteries were a constant in my youth. On top of which the casting director, for whom I worked for a spell, and many of my fellow acting friends who went on to the success I never experienced, populated that show. Michael, Aida, Drea, Ventimiglia and a slew of others. I always felt I had the rights to be part of that show but whatever it wasn’t my fate. And I wasn’t going to play a tough guy any time soon despite my pretty amazing Brando impersonation. I’m home alone thinking about my youth with its many family members all of whom are now gone. I am totally alone and feel it most even on a holiday for which I have zero surface affinity. Maybe Jesus exists somewhere deeper inside me but, speak about “why have you forsaken me?” the theme is near ridiculous today. So screw it. I have this weird new marinara soaked family supposedly so I throw on “Sunday clothes” and head to the scene of my recent criminal punishment. I have pappardelle with lamb ragu and a glass of something, I should remember. Anyway at least now I feel as if I did something Eastery.

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Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me

Aries 26° (April 16)

Tried to sleep most of the day and succeeded quite nicely. I had brought home a meal last evening which I didn’t eat so I had a giant lunch of salmon, asparagus and mashed potatoes, and then back for another giant nap, before heading “back to Jamaica.” I am informed that after today I’m on my own and I start on Monday. I’m a bit freaked out because it is a lot to handle quite frankly. I think I’m doing a good job. I feel as if I am. At the same time I really don’t care. The point is I am doing what is necessary to stave off any more hemorrhaging. I can’t believe I spelled that correctly. I only have two weeks in this place which is hard to believe. I truly hope I can come back next year. If not I will find a way to spend the winter in Europe maybe. There are other places here to be, probably, but it is proving to be not that much worth it. I’m bringing home some lamb lollipops which are very tasty indeed. Also a Caesar, which I won’t eat until tomorrow. The process of getting into the new place early isn’t materializing as promised but what can you do. Tomorrow will be the last major holiday of the calendar year where I have had to cope with. I feel weirdly guilty that I didn’t get song stuff back to Kip, but you never know, it may happen. I reached out to crazy Amy after all these years and I did get a response but it was so immediately loaded and victimy and hostile that I had to immediately pull back. I learn from social media that so many more people have taken sides than I suspected. Hey, it is what it is. And I am who I am and I am so not going to feel bad about that. I don’t expect to hear back from anyone named Ken anytime soon. I have reached out to D.M. but that seems to be at a kind of dead end still too. I am so sick of being blamed for stuff you’ve no idea. Anyway, this is the point of doing this job I think. It feels like penance on every level.

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