Libra 21° (October 13)

“If have lost confidence in myself I have the world against me,” is an apt Ralph Waldo Emerson for the day. Slept fairly well and hit the ground running readying for a meeting with the Mandabach crew which they cancelled last minute which is annoying but whatever. We have that much clearer an idea of our position on the subject and we will surely. Alan Poul’s people wrote today so I took the opportunity to reach out to him and say hi. His show is called The Eddy and Jack Thorne is involved as well. Needless to say the work at hand is the book and I really want to feel the magic on that score. I feel that I have the chance to make some magic starting today. I have the hearings of Amy Coney Barrett on I the background. Looking at her it truly is hard to imagine she is evil and yet she probably is, otherwise she would not be Drumpf’s nominee. With Kavanaugh, his debts were miraculously paid off. I wonder what they have on this nominee, it will be something, or else she wouldn’t be here. After lunch today I will have to write five pages. The house is already cold and I’m under covers writing this right now. The evil fuckface has written an abusive response, no surprise there. We have arranged to speak with our lawyer and we will have him run defense because I cannot be on the front lines with this anymore. And we will let him do the work for us. I would rather he have the extra money than this horrible farmer. I shouldn’t have to pay anything at all, but I will be going after the other case which was clearly a negligence case. I have the opportunity to let this experience motivate me forward and that is exactly what I need to do; and in the process but professionals in place to protect us. I will have to be very confident and let this motivate me in as positive a manner as possible.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 981-985. 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.

Virgo with a V: In our book Sextrology the she-Virgo chapter begins “And God created woman.” Drawing on her mutable-earthy Pandora archetype, Virgo woman seems designed to the specifications of someone seeking a lady stacked with feminine assets. In mythology, the cuckolded potter-god Hephaestus/Vulcan (married to Aphrodite/Venus who was getting busy with Ares/Mars while carrying a torch for Adonis) bakes up his own little sex-dolly out of clay, Pandora, with her infamous box. (It was actually a jar, a vessel). And we titled the Virgo woman chapter The Vessel because, like the sign’s Virgin holding that sheaf of grain, intent on separating the wheat (virtue) from chaff (vice), Pandora’s jar was filled with an equal mix of the same stuff. From a patriarchal standpoint, and a misogynist one, woman has been viewed as both a source of pleasure to be penetrated and one of the worlds ills. Mary Magdalene is sinner and saint. She too is the vessel. Especially if one thinks on her as the literal wife of Jesus and potential mother to his children. Blasphemy. She was a sacred harlot, like the Vestal virgins, sex and spirituality going hand in hand (or something in something) as it should. And so, without getting too into it, the Virgo woman personifies the feminine as such: An undulating object of lust who could be ones undoing. The Virgo motto is “I serve” which is misread as submissive or subservient (she can be if it serves her). But like any good master-slave inversion, one typically finds oneself so dependent on the Virgo woman, whether for her love, devotion or mad skills in the sack, that she typically ends up holding all the power. Makes you rethink the image of the Virgin clutching that phallic sheaf in her tight, tender grip. And, blow me down, just look at these brick houses. Claudia Schiffer, Raquel Welch, Naomie Harris, Jaqueline Bisset, Pink, Beyoncé Knowles, Sophia Loren, Salma Hayek, Whitney Cummings, Joey Heatherton, Jennifer Hudson, Ingrid Bergman, Lauren Bacall, Yvonne DeCarlo, Padma Lakshmi, Peggy Lipton, Rachel Ward, Jennifer Tilly, Foxy Brown, Rebecca DeMornay, Jennifer Coolidge, Tuesday Weld, Shannon Elizabeth, Lea Michele, Cameron Diaz, Barbara Bach, Cassandra Peterson, Valerie Perrine, Fay Wray, Frances Farmer, Alotta Fagina (We imagine).

The virgin of Virgo is Kore, the maiden form of Earth mother-goddess Demeter, from whose name the word core is derived, a nod to the planet’s molten, shifting center, its fiery furnace. While Virgo man draws on the archetype of Hephaestus, god of that sizzling forge, Virgo woman personifies, yes, his little dolly, Pandora, meaning “all given”, whom the god gave the best features of all the goddesses, baking her out of clay in his divine kiln—Virgo is the mutable-earth sign, highlighting tangible change. But Demeter herself was also called Pandora, here meaning “all giver.” Virgo woman acts as caretaker, little sister, especially to objects of her desire, playing den mother, a Wendy, to any number of lost, Peter Pan-complexed boys or domineering Peppermint Patties. She leans, learns and models herself on significant others, having her fun, and ultimately forging her own future. On the shadow side, she borrows too directly from others, appropriating their moves to the point of inappropriateness. She tends to secure a mature mate who’ll cherish her and to whose power and protection she is drawn, and from whom she pulls strength to grow and develop her own unique talents, skills and character, which she often then focuses on helping others in turn. Enter Peggy Guggenheim, Mary Shelley, Kitty Carlisle, Agatha Christie, Mother Theresa, Mother Seton, Cass Eliot, Margaret Sanger, Sylvia Fine, Geraldine Ferraro, Nan Goldin, Salma Hayek, Emmy Rossum, Melissa McCarthy, Amy Poehler, Blake Lively, Rosie Perez, Queen Noor, Queen Rania, Sonia Sanchez, Paula Jones, Ségolène Royal, Lea Michele, Joan Jett, Chrissie Hynde, Fionna Apple, Pink.

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If you’re a reader of our work, you’ve no doubt heard us make mention that Apollo, god of light, is the main male Libra archetype. The Scales is the only inanimate symbol in the zodiac and the sole cardinal-air sign, which translates to light. Apollo isn’t the warmest, fuzziest god—though he tries to be. The thing is, he rules the etheric realm, that of abstracts and intangibles—order, music, poetry, prophecy, oracles, oration, reason, truth, all things which characterize the uplifting of conscious minds and spirits. Gnostic Lucifer, meaning “light bringer”, often conflated with the devil, Satan, was cast out of heaven because he sought to bring said enlightenment to man. Just as Apollo, who tried to overthrow Zeus, was, for a time, cast from Olympus. Likewise, Luke Skywalker with his light saber is cast down by his father who is ultimately raised high by him. (Apollo has a twin sister, Artemis, so does Luke have Leia—Mark Hamill and Carrie Fisher are, incidentally, both Libras. Artemis, whom Homer calls “a lioness amongst women”, archetypally rules the female sign of Leo, not Libra—but that’s another story.) No lion of a god, Apollo’s prime animal totem is the wolf, related, no surprise, to his rule of light. A wolf sees in the dark, his vision actually illuminates. And there is an etymological link here: He is Apollo Lyceus and Apollo Lycegenes, respectively, from the Greek, Lukeios (light) and Lukegenes (wolf-born). Some wolfy looking Libra guys, often with signature Siberian husky eyes are Wolverines Hugh Jackman and Liev Shreiber, Matt Damon, Sting, Viggo Mortensen, Will Smith, Seann William Scott, Guy Pearce, Zac Efron, Josh Hutcherson, Matt Bomer, Ryan Reynolds, Christopher Waltz, Charlton Heston, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Jim Caviezel, Stephen Moyer, Ben Whishaw, Dan Stevens, Luke Perry, Steve Coogan, Tate Donovan, Eric Stoltz, Jeremy Davies and Peter Coyote, but of course.

The Scales, being the only inanimate sign, Libra men, personifying that abstract cosmic Libra energy, create characters for themselves, often changing their names: Sting, Meatloaf, Eminem, Usher, Le Corbusier, e.e. cummings, Flea et al. Another symptom of this inanimate assignation is: Libra man not seeming “real” to other people, which is compounded by the fact that Libra is a renaissance man, like his archetypal Apollo, who can read as a dilettante. Ruled by Venus on the astral plane (it rules Taurus on the earth plane), Libra experiences Venus’s pleasure principles of beauty, love and grace not as physical but as ideological attributes. It’s seventh-house mottos are: “I balance” and “We are”, which both point to that house’s rule of relationships, especially a karmic one, between individuals. Little wonder that the sign of the Scales—Justice for all—is one that espouses beautiful ideas of democracy, equality, as well as aesthetics and certain enlightenment. Old Father Saturn is exalted in Libra; and, indeed, over time, Libra man’s tendency to seem all over the place, with hands in many pots, coalesces into a number of solid talents, typically, in creative pursuits as well as socially active ones. And one added thing: The original meaning of the word oaf, deriving from pagan Nordic belief, is that of an imposter child put in the place of a real one stolen by elves, witches or fairies. And as any Libra man will tell you, he feels he must have been switched at birth, not belonging to his family of origin nor identifying with his birth-self (Aries’ first house) thus developing his character and personality (Libra’s seventh house) becoming the person he was born to be through careful cultivation. Some creative, socially active and rather oafish looking Libra men: Tim Robbins, Chris O’Dowd, John Lithgow, Michael McKean, Will Smith, Andrew Dice Clay, Zach Galifianakis, Sacha Baron Cohen, Simon Cowell, Clive Owen, Jon Favreau, David Morse, Michael Gambon, Chevy Chase, Roger Moore, Randy Quaid, Christopher Lloyd, Peter Boyle, Jeffery Jones, Walter Matthau, Bernie Mac, Phil Hartman, Kevin Sorbo, Jeff Goldblum.

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Off to St. Lucia! Once again!

Libra Woman

The female archetype of the Libran woman is no cinch to pin down. Not just because this is an etheric sign—the symbol Scales being the only inanimate one in the zodiac—there’s just something esoteric about Libra. The male archetype is embodied in the god Apollo, a famous deity but an abstract one. He rules an inanimate estate that includes light, order, reason, music, prophecy and other intangibles. The female archetype of Libra points to the paradox particular to this abstract sign, which is that of an unseen, intangible but nonetheless animating force. Let’s call it en-light-enment, for lack of a better term. For, we are not looking at the initial divine spark of life that animates the body, associated with Libra’s so-called opposite (cardinal-fire) sign of Aries and the advent of birth, but rather the cardinal-air force that animates the soul, quickening its karmic evolution. Esoteric, see. In Sextrology we speak of the Libra woman as being typified by the oracular High Priestess (counterpart to Apollo) and etheric goddesses like Sophia, emblemized by a dove, and other astral Venuses like Astraea or Psyche all of whom are seen as the holy-spirited feminine agent of the universe with whom one becomes suffused, characterizing their individual (re-)connection with the divine. Little wonder that Libran women seem to personify all goodness and light with high expectations that are not always so easy to meet. She is the white goddess of daylight, not a dark femme fatale. She seeks to elevate people, not drag them down. A bevy of Libran belles du jour includes: Catherine Deneuve, Kate Winslet, Julie Andrews, Olivia Newton John, Kelly Ripa, Angela Lansbury, Glynnis Johns, Susan Sarandon, Hillary Duff, Kelly Preston, Gwen Stefani, Naomi Watts, Avril Lavigne, Heather Locklear, Carol Lombard, Joan Fontaine, June Allyson, Deborah Kerr, Helen Hayes, Lilian Gish, Neve Campbell, Maria Osmond, Nancy Kerrigan, Pam Dawber, Gwyneth Paltrow. Goop indeed.

Whereas Libra man, regardless of sexual preference, tends to place women on pedestals, tending to play the role of Pip, in his heterosexual bonds, to any number of unattainable Estelles—the god Apollo chasing Daphne into a petrified personification of perfect laurels—the Libra woman can’t help plopping herself onto that pedestal, podium, pulpit or portable soap box, providing herself a platform, playing her own archetypal role of High Priestess, offering up her edicts, advice, decrees and, yes, judgments lest we forget she is the lady of The Scales, dame Justice incarnate. High and mighty, her principles will be known. Beyond being all goopy goodness and light, Libra women can righteously activist with decided ideas on how society, if only their intimate variety, should operate. (Tap, tap…) Is this thing on? Let’s hear it for the outspoken, decorous, exacting and emotionally judicious, if not detachedly judgy, democratically loving Libra woman: Eleanor Roosevelt, Mira Sorvino, Susan Sarandon, Janeane Garofalo, Nana Mouskouri, Ani DiFranco, PJ Harvey, Alicia Silverstone, Judge Judy, Kate Walsh, Barbara Walters, Linda McCartney, Dr. Joyce Brothers, Emily Post, Margaret Thatcher, Mata Amritanandamayi, Sharon Osborne, Toni Braxton, Cherie Blair, Michelle Bachelet, Joy Behar, Teresa Heinz Kerry, Catharine MacKinnon, Jody Williams.

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First full day on the boat. We headed from St. Lucia to St. Vincent which was a bit of a rocky trip but I didn’t bother taking any drugs. I spent the morning sunning (or would have if my no. 50 sunscreen hadn’t been so effectual. I did finally start reading Slouching Toward Bethlehem which (I get it) is quite well written. I do love the dry style. It reminds me a bit of Salinger and Hemingway but with a dryer, more journalistic albeit feminine feel. The style is unsentimental and yet one gets the feeling that the writer is purposely checking hers.

Scorpio Man 

In our book Sextrology, the Scorpio Man chapter is titled The Stranger. Like his archetypal god Pluto, namesake of the planet ruler of the sign, Scorpio men choose not to live on some bright, shining Olympus as part of any pantheon of other joiners, but rather inhabit their own dominion—Pluto’s underworld symbolizes ones inner life and the realm of the subconscious. Scorpio man finds fatuous the world of appearances—rose-colored glasses aren’t endemic to his fashion sense. He is a born outsider, an anti-hero, and he delves the depths of experience that are typically hidden from view, whether they be taboo aspects of life or the murmurings of our own repressed psychology. Scorpio is deep. And he can be dark if only to bring the unknown and unexplored to light—just as those alternatively attempting to keep things light tend to cast a long shadow of repression. Scorpio man can get under our skin in an attempt to root out our secrets; he acts on subconscious instinct to cure what ails us as, the saying goes, for individuals or society as a whole: We are only as sick as said secrets. So bid enter the brooding, seemingly pessimistic, subversive miner for meaning and hearts of gold: Albert Camus, Pablo Picasso, Neil Young, Johnny Carson, Dick Cavett, Charles Bronson, Robert Mapplethorpe, Seth MacFarlane, Roberto Benigni, Richard Burton, Christopher Columbus, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Joachim Phoenix, Auguste Rodin, Bram Stoker, Dylan Thomas, Kurt Vonnegut, Jonathan Winters, Leon Trotsky, Gordon Ramsay, Lyle Lovett, John Keats, Neil Gaiman, Matt Drudge, Rodney Dangerfield, Claude Rains, Voltaire.

As each sign is associated with a different set of body parts, Scorpio rules our tender bits and pieces. We’ve had a lot of fun writing about this and in our live shows too, when we’ve gone through the entire zodiac talking about the various personality types per sign vis à vis its anatomical rule. For Scorpio man is, by nature rather rigid—being a fixed sign—with a, shall we say, stiff countenance—he tends to turn his whole upper body, not just his head, to look this way or that. (Think of Johnny Carson.) The sign of Scorpio boasts multiple totems including the lizard, the snake, the serpent, the dragon, the phoenix and, you might say that the male of the sign is, on the whole, fairly reptilian looking. Okay fine—no beating around the bush (ha, ha) he can look like a penis: with his signature sinewy physique, veiny extremities, hooded hairline, if he has hair at all—Scorpio does bald quite readily—never mind his penchant for turtlenecks. And the metaphor extends to his personality which is best described as probing if not intrusive, insistent if not unrelenting and, yes, often, truly deep. Nobody invests more interest and concern in, or is it control over?, those he loves; and nobody can be a bigger prick when crossed. Take a look at this list of Scorpios and you tell us if it’s all phallus-y or not: Adam Driver, David Schwimmer, Damon Wayans, Seth MacFarlane, Owen Wilson, Matthew McConaughey, Dolph Lundgren, Ted Turner, Howard Dean, Dylan McDermott, Dermot Mulroney, Leonardo DiCaprio, Joachim Phoenix, Ryan Gosling, Sam Rockwell, Gerard Butler, Johnny Lee Miller, Ethan Hawke, Mads Mikkelson, Ben Foster, Chris Noth, F. Murray Abraham, Wallace Shawn, Sam Shepherd, Romany Malco, Bob Hoskins, Ed Asner and B.D. Wong.

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So here we are today floating in the harbor at Mustique, anticipating a big party on the island tonight. Should be a lot of fun. And not as crazy as last time we did this (two years ago) as we will have kids in tow this evening. The theme is Bacchanal and there were plenty of costumes to go around—the other folks on the boat brought extras which is great since S. and I prepared nothing.

Scorpio Woman

As we move from the world of appearances and Light and heights of the Conscious Mind of Libra to the hidden dark, underworld Subconscious Mind of Scorpio, we embrace the Chthonian (subterranean) archetypes (personified as Scorpio people). Ladies first: We explore the Queen of the Underworld, the original femme fatale, Persephone, who sat frozen, entranced on her throne, the proverbial maker whom you’d may be loath to meet. In mythology, Persephone is Kore (the Virgo Virgin) in her underground aspect. Kore turned to Persephone when she was raped/captured/dragged down to the underworld by its god, Pluto, namesake for Scorpio’s planetary ruler. And like Persephone, who is akin to Kali, Scorpio woman is a snapshot of the goddess in her destroyer aspect, which is worse than it sounds. First, as far as astrology goes, there is no death—only regeneration, something, which, along with all forms of deep transformation, is endemic to this sign. Scorpio has many totems, all of a piece—scorpion, spider, serpent, lizard, dragon, eagle, phoenix and so forth. Planet Pluto’s orbit, is elliptical, following a pattern like that of the phoenix rising and falling and rising again—regeneration, transformation, reincarnation, reinvention. Up from the ashes come the roses…Scorpio archetype Scarlett O’Hara will “never be hungry again”, she vows, chomping on a subterranean root vegetable excavated from the destruction of her former life (Tara: read terra, Earth, that former Kore-Virgo incarnation). No. She will spin a web and all will be caught in it. That is the way of the Scorpio woman. She chases nothing and nobody. The fixed-water sign (read: ice) lies in wait and entrances (read: paralyzes) others into doing her bidding. And we thank her for it, grateful to be tenderly trapped by her Spiderwoman’s kiss and to see her feast on what we bring to the table to please her. She is like some lady spy whom we know is only telling us half the story, hiding much behind her wry Mona Lisa smile—what does she know that we don’t know? For one thing: to make no apologies for herself and to live life on her own terms, which includes your happily playing the role she assigns you. Should you go against whatever fate the zodiac’s Persephone has in store for you, then, quicker than you can say Demi Moore, you will feel the full wrath of this dragon lady. Some fiery-icy Scorpio femme fatales who’ve made their way onto the silver screen are Vivian Leigh, Hedy Lamarr, Grace Kelly, Gene Tierney, Anne Hathaway, Veronica Lake, Dorothy Dandridge, Louise Brooks, Joanna Moore, Jean Seberg, Lauren Hutton, Tabu, Anna Wintour, Sally Field, Gabriel Union, Jodie Foster, Winona Ryder, Holly Hunter, Tilda Swinton, Demi Moore, Julia Roberts, Emma Stone, Ciara, Rachel McAdams, Sean Young, Björk, Goldie Hawn,

The sign of Scorpio rules the genitalia, something we’ve had fun exploring in view of people of the sign personifying its energy. Maybe because we have so long lived in a Lizard King patriarchy, it’s Scorpio lady’s unabashed embracing of her potent womanhood that’s spurred the notion that she’s the most infamous of females. Yes, she is the zodiac’s unapologetic Scarlett O’Hara who is also voted most likely to be slapped with a scarlet letter. Imagine Georgia O’Keeffe opening a gallery in 17th century Salem? Sex and death and regeneration are all associated with Scorpio’s astrological 8th house. The abyss inhabited by the sign’s planetary namesake god of the underworld, Pluto, and his female counterpart Persephone, symbolizes the subconscious, the subversive, all that is hidden, a mystery, as death (mort) and sex (petit mort) are; and if Scorpio man is, like his totem serpent/dragon/snake, a probing, investigative if not prickly character, then Scorpio woman personifies—Persephonizes—the dark interior itself. Earth’s crystalized cave interior matches Scorpio’s assignation as the fixed-water (ice, crystals) sign. Scorpio woman is the unseen, enigma incarnate. And, if Scorpio guy can be something of a dick, then we will let you finish this sentence yourself. The point is that Scorpio woman is well aware of the power she wields and how threatening, diminishing, if not castrating her vagina-dentata character might make her. She knows it automatically weeds out the faint of heart, the phonies, the wannabes and the sycophants, as she demands the company of strong figures and, when it comes to male lovers, those virile enough to match her concentrated, potent femininity. Otherwise she might flash that Mona Lisa smile or outright laugh in your face while pointing lower. Persephone, akin to Kali, is the goddess in her destroyer aspect and it is on this archetype that Scorpio woman draws. Persephone is the proverbial maker you meet upon entering her own dark, moist underworld where she decides your fate based on your earthly deeds. Go ask Alice or any of these Scorpio female inhabitants of W-underland what’s what: Grace Slick, Joni Mitchell, Helen Reddy, Mary Travers, Shere Hite, Roseanne, Kathy Griffin, Whoopi Goldberg, Hillary Clinton, Kate Clinton, Condoleezza Rice, Jenny McCarthy, Ann Sexton, George Elliot, Marie Curie, Sylvia Path, Ethel Waters, Marie Antoinette, Indira Ghandi, k.d. lang, Margaret Mitchell, Georgia O’Keeffe.

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

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Libra 20° (October 12)

One more day of denial and sloth and then it all has to come together. I watched this incredible documentary on the wilderness of Romania and two terrible movies. I am teetering a bit on the edge of insufficiency and now I must pivot into total commitment. I suppose I’m playing chicken with myself a bit because I only want to work non-stop for the shortest amount of time. And so between now and February isn’t so long a stretch to get through round one. Speaking of chicken, yesterday the crap oven in this house couldn’t quite handle my recipe where I cook at high temperature. All the alarms went off and, who knew, the alarm includes a male voice telling us to evacuate. It was pretty intense. The chicken is for tomorrow as I made a kale and potato soup based on the Portuguese recipe. We managed to have one more semi-celebratory night and I went to bed feeling sated and physically very tired.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 976-980. I am reading through all of my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, by the time I get to my seventh, I will have journeyed through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize. Year seven, I’ll only have to read through year six, once a day.

The sign of Cancer is ruled by Mother Moon and it governs the fourth astrological house of, among other things, the female population. Cancer embraces a world view, that of existence, as female, a mother source needing our protection. It is distinguished as the cardinal (initiative) water sign of the zodiac—think of a literal bubbling spring or source of a river. Cancer women, by their nature, embody this energy, being fountains of feeling. Cancer men, meanwhile, tend to work on the emotions of others, especially women, to whom the male Moonchild appeals on the level of being the kind of guy a girl or fellow can take home to mother: A clean, well-scrubbed, if not eternally collegiate candidate for a reproductive and/or romantic partnership. Cancer Man doesn’t fancy himself the king that Leo does; he prefers to play a comfier, seemingly sidelong role akin to that of prince consort to some loving force-of-nature on whose emotional support he is kept aloft, swept-along, navigating his way toward a life of shared success. Cancerian Earnest Hemingway’s Jake Barnes is drawn in by the stronger female force of of Brett Ashley. It’s the same in same-sex relationships. Cancer man demurs in day-to-day decision making, only sweating the big stuff, letting a more domineering, but no less type-A, loved one feel s/he’s running the whole show, but it’s not always so. Faster than Kevin Bacon can drop his wife’s name into a sentence, Cancer guy will sidle in sideways, just like a crab, and assert his agenda, taking hold of situations with a vice-like tenacity you never saw coming. For your consideration: A list of uncalloused Cancer men who have mutually benefitted from having their oft sappy chick-flick selves appeal to a predominantly female, not to mention a more dominant-male, population: Tom Hanks, John Cusack, Harrison Ford, Tobey Maguire, Tom Cruise, Patrick Wilson, Daniel Radcliffe, Milo Ventimiglia, Benedict Cumberpatch, Topher Grace, Vin Diesel, David Hasselhoff, Robin Williams, Chris O’Donnell, Burt Ward, Chris Isaaks, Billy Crudup, Chace Crawford, Kevin Bacon, Josh Hartnett, George Michael, Justin Chambers, Michael Phelps, James Brolin, Jimmy Smits, Kris Kristofferson, Prince William.

Cancer men seem to foster support from the general populous, striking a chord and becoming synonymous with their field of interest. Orville Redenbocher. Richard Branson. Jesse Ventura. Michael Flatley. It’s amazing what some of these guys can be famous for. As, quicker than you can say David Hasselhoff, the sign of Cancer has a way of breeding those who capture public imagination and make bank on it Many a Cancerian man distinguishes himself as a single name who defines a whole area of expression—Hemingway, Rembrandt, Bullfinch. Forbes. And why? Because Cancerian men are narrowly focused on their field with a wide stance in their appeal. And as a bit of a side note: Whether or not you actually believe we went to the Moon, the fact remains that Cancer men often do end up looking a lot like the Man in it. You decide whether or not he might also be described as cheesy. Behold the bald and the beautiful Cancerian males who glow with a kindly condescension, a subtle superiority and a distant devotion. And beware the chrome-dome glare: Patrick Stewart, John Glenn, Yul Brynner, Jeffrey Tambor, Terrence Stamp, Larry David, Jesse Ventura, Montel Williams, Anthony Edwards, Donald Faison, Michael Jace, Vin Diesel, Gerald Ford, Kurtwood Smith, Forest Whitaker, Mel Brooks, Danny Glover, Mike Tyson, Zinedine Zidane, Dalai Lama, Anthony Edwards, Jackie Earle Haley, Dan Aykroyd, David Drake, Prince William and all the future folically challenged Canerian fellows.

Moonchild man lives in a private word, both real and imaginary, avoiding conflict or sometimes, even, anything more than vague interaction, at all costs. In the literal sense, he prefers solo work, which he can perform, set apart, ebbing and flowing to his own rhythm; and, figuratively, too, he must let his mind drift to imaginings of would-be scenarios he might ultimately realize. He appears the personification of hope and promise needing naught but cultivation to draw him out. Meanwhile, he accesses others sensitivity, appealing to their feelings as well as their funny bones, sensitivity and humor being hallmarks of his charm. One feels safe in the company of the Cancerian, that on this journey through life, he is happy to be a designated driver. He is so unassuming, or so it seems. The truth is he is one of the more deliberate and calculated characters on the astrological block, though rarely in an insidious sort of way. He simply believes in the fulfillment of his potential and he will get his hooks into situations, and people too, whom he considers to play a part in the unfolding of his destiny.

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Cancer woman’s life journey can be characterized as one long transition from the seeming chaos of her youth toward achievement of her own natural rhythm. Long before Linda Ronstadt marched to the beat of a different drum, Cancer girls have often felt emotionally abandoned at a tender age, echoed in some form of their own self-abandon. It takes time’s ticking tides to emotionally process Cancer woman’s way to a calmer shore—flood myths are endemic to the cosmic energy of the sign. Instinct defines the Cancerian realm, and the lady Moonchild, in particular, develops a gut variety by way of fully embracing any rocky circumstance of her youth; the inevitable embarkation therefrom; any subsequent feelings of being “at sea” along with strong senses of hope and promise; before she can ultimately experience deliverance. Cancer and the Moon rule the 4th astrological house of both the home one comes from and the home one creates for oneself. It is the house of re-creation, which is why one should never give up hope that a Cancer woman will land herself a happy, healthy and emotionally secure existence. In the meantime, it can be quite a shite show. When Neil Young warbled “she’s like a hurricane” one might place bets he had an emotionally loaded Cancerian woman in mind. Jennifer Saunders (Edina Monsoon!), Lindsay Lohan, Carly Simon, Pamela Anderson, Ludivine Sagnier, Courtney Love, Busy Phillips, Sue Lyon, Cyndi Lauper, Penny Arcade, Julianne Hough, Sofia Vergara, Phoebe Legere, Gisele Bündchen, Karen Black, Jerry Hall, Jessica Simpson, Kelly McGillis, Monica Lewinsky, Princess Diana, Imelda Marcos, Leona Helmsley, Lizzy Borden and Helen Keller are all Cancerians who, at some point or other, might have been a bit upset and needed to lie down.

Cry us a river: It can be near comical to peruse a photo collage of Cancer women, as, more often than not, their expression suggests they might be on the verge of tears. Cancer females embody the cardinal-water assignation of their sign. They are fountains of feeling ruled by Mother Moon which, we know, controls the tides. These daughters of Phoebe and Selene are indeed one with their feels, which can make them wildly chaotic or oh-so touchingly histrionic. Little wonder they make the most emotionally accessible actresses. We cite the character of Cinderella as one of the Cancer woman archetypes. Like Cindy, Cancer lady is equal parts lamenting and hopeful, mirroring the expressions of the waxing and waning Moon. Indeed, she employs the power of wish-craft, floating her hopes toward the deliverance of desired results. The Cinderella myth is filled with nocturnal imagery—moon-powered elements—from pumpkins, which grow by night, and mice and rats, which are nocturnal. The woeful beauty of the Cancer woman can be captivating, inviting salvation, if not some savior prince/ss to trot up on a white charger or in a convertible white Cooper Mini. A list of pouty Cancer princesses includes Liv Tyler, Eva Green, Juno Temple, Shelley Duvall, Deborah Harry, Frances McDormand, Linda Cardellini, Kristen Bell, Diane Kruger, Clair Forlani, Phoebe Cates, Isabelle Adjani, Elizabeth McGovern, Meryl Streep, Princess Diana, Sandra Oh, Judy Greer, Melissa Rauch, Edie Falco, Stephanie Seymour, Selena Gomez, Linda Ronstadt, Ginger Rogers, Eva Marie Saint, Diana Rigg, Janet Leigh, Olivia De Havilland. Boo hoo.

Cancer woman is the embodiment of longing, the true nature of which provides insight into her personality. Think of longing as emotional outreach, an active and useful mechanism for scanning and searching life, the universe, all experience, for that for which one has true feeling. In this way, Cancer woman perpetually takes emotional action. She invented the term: putting out feelers. And we feel her, don’t we. Cancer women on the whole are not subtle creatures who hide their needs, indeed, their demands.

Think of her symbol crab. She flows with the current, which is to say the present, which does sometimes require being what might appear to be clingy. The fact is she must establish fixed experience for herself to counterbalance what is otherwise a life of being swept up in the moment, allowing herself to be fully accessible, circumstantially and emotionally. Accessing feeling is a hallmark of the Cancerian female, most poignantly expressed by the brand of actresses born under the sign.

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In our book Sextrology, the Leo Man chapter is titled The Natural. So many tawny men of the sign are wont to go native, being astrologically designed, like their totem Lion, to easefully roam the great expanses of the planet. They are attracted to cultures and peoples with a primal throb. The lion is born free and stays that way. Like its ruler, the central Sun, the heart-center of the body is governed by the sign of Leo. The beating of the heart is the rhythm of life; and besides boasting many drummers among its number, the sign of Leo breeds men who live life at its own pace or, at least, they believe that they do. For, the zodiac’s king might naturally confuse his own will with that of the divine. He assumes he’s Right. The shadow side of the king, of course, is the tyrant and anyone acquainted with a Leo man has probably seen it creep in. The golden Leo nature boy abhors artifice and is near maniacal in his embracing of authenticity. He is, by nature, skeptical of phonies or over-sophisticates. Whether he possesses the rugged outdoorsyness of Davy Crockett, the pastoral, bare aesthetic of Thomas Eakins, the natural sweepingness of filmmaker John Huston, the arid no-nonsense of Sundance king Robert Redford, the hempish ways of Woody Harrelson, the prairie rattyness of Garrison Keillor, the vegan crunch of Casey Affleck or the going-nativeness of William Clark, Herman Melville, Cartier-Bresson, Lawrence of Arabia or even Ginger Baker, for that matter, Leo men celebrate the beating of creation’s heart and extol our earthly kingdom and mankind in its most noble natural, state. Some other Leo hunks include the “Conans” Jason Momoa and Arnold Schwarzenegger, “Thor” Chris Hemsworth, “Hulk” Eric Bana, and “Avatar” Sam Worthington.

Just the previous sign of Cancer is ruled by the mother-principled Moon, which portrays creation as a nurturing goddess-source from whom all matter springs (cardinal water), august Leo, ruled by the father-principled Sun, sees creation from the view of a distant, fiery sky god (fixed fire) to be revered, if not feared. Leo rules the 5th astrological house, that of co-creation with god, the mantle of which Leo man, the zodiac’s own lion king, willingly dons, embodying entitlement, if not divine right. Let’s just say he assumes authority easily, as author, akin to Arthur, boy-king, like David, taking the central role. The Sun symbol is a dot inside a circle—think Arthur seated center at table. The lion is king… of beasts; David slays Goliath, read: his own giant beastly nature, just as Arthur subdues and civilized the pagan wilds, inside himself. Leo man can be a hot head. There we said it. Little wonder that the shadow side of the sign has spawned those having such dictatorial sway: Napoleon, Mussolini, Castro. But seriously, think of the many tyrannical film directors and kings of that industry, those who will make or break others’ careers: Hitchcock (go ask Tippi), Demille, Kubrick (go ask Shelley), David O. Russell (go ask Lily). Huston, Redford, Cameron, Polanski, Penn, M. Night Shayamalan, Kevin Smith. And then there are Leo actors who play god-complexed egoists with a vengeance: Robert Deniro, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Matt LeBlanc, Andrew Garfield—probably also that ginger cat, Garfield—Kevin Spacey, Billy Bob Thornton, Wesley Snipes, David Duchovny, Adam Samberg, Laurence Fishburn, Sam Elliot, Jean Reno, Kevin McKidd, Jeremy Piven and Steve Martin.

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Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, whom Homer called a “lioness amongst women” is the premier archetype of the Leo woman, one that resonates through mythology, literature and in flesh- and-blood females of the sign. Artemis is goddess of wild creatures; and Leo women are, in some regard, feral females, on the loose, often latch-key children, if not parentless, at an early age. The aptly named Kit (Katharine) in Taming of the Shrew speaks to the heterosexual Leo woman, anyway, seeking to be trumped, domesticated, by the rare man that she doesn’t outshine—the Sun is her ruler. Cue Leo lady Annie Oakley’s refrain to her would-be love in Annie Get Your Gun: “Anything you can do I can do better.” Indeed, Leo women best the best men at their own games. They’re on the hunt for a man who’s tougher, more wild and passionate than they, playing cat and mouse with weaker male specimens. But let’s not bring J. Lo’s Marc Antony into this. Although Cleopatra, with her own Marc Antony, was a living Leo archetype—Cleo just so happens to be a cliché name for a cat. Catherine in Wuthering Heights is another emanation of the feral Leo, whose cosmic soul mate was the wild Heathcliff. No wonder Leo Kate Bush relates to and sings as that character, just as she appears as Artemis on the cover of her record, Hounds of Love. It’s a whisker’s breath from Kate to Tori Amos. And we can name queen Leo superstars all day long, from Lucille Ball (read: ball of light, like the Sun) to Madonna to Julia Child to J.K. Rowling to Coco Chanel to Martha Stewart to Amelia Earhart to Mae West to Jackie O, not to mention such luscious—and they look like lionesses!—Leo ladies like Charlize Theron, Iman, Jennifer Lawrence, Amy Adams, Honor Blackman, Natasha Hensridge, Vivica Fox and, of course, the classic catwomen Halle Berry and Julie Newmar.

Leo woman draws on a secondary, complementary archetype to Artemis (Roman: Diana), which is that of the Goddess of the Hearth, Hestia (Roman:Vesta). The sign of Leo rules the heart; and the Sun, the heart and hearth of the solar system, rules it. Though Leo women can be most predatory in channeling that huntress energy, particularly in public life, fairly stalking their successes;, in private, they take firm hold of the center around which others draw or revolve. What paradoxically connects the seemingly opposite Artemis and Hestia is that they are both protectors—of the wild and of domestic life, respectively. As that “lioness amongst women,” we see in the Leo lion a dual nature of ferocity and maternal affection. Indeed, real lions are matriarchal, females of the species being the prime movers of their prides. And it’s the same with the human variety: Leo men are typically laid back, lovers of lolling about, while Leo women are fiercely energetic self-starters with often gappy toothed, predators’ smiles. Some savage Leo sweethearts include: Anna Paquin, Elizabeth Moss, Madonna, Gillian Anderson, Rose Byrne, Vera Farmiga, Amy Adams, Mila Kunis, Jennifer Lawrence, Sandra Bullock, Kate Beckinsale, Kristin Wiig, Iman, Jaqueline Kennedy Onassis, Selena Gomez, Jennifer Lopez, Lynda Carter, Louise Fletcher, Helen Mirren, Elizabeth Berkley, Taylor Schilling, Yvonne Strahovski.

The sign of the Lioness boasts any number of disarmingly, flakey, kooky, wiggy, ditzy feline females who are really anything but. For Leo woman plays cat and mouse to outmaneuver the rest of us at every turn. The zodiac’s Queen of Hearts has all the right moves on this chessboard of life, and sometimes letting you think she’s a little out to lunch works something like an ambush. Leo ladies of the stage and screen are often typecast in this very role. Think of Gracie Allen, Lucille Ball, Lisa Kudrow, Victoria Jackson, Sally Struthers, Barbara Eden, Madonna, Mila Kunis, Loni Anderson, Melanie Griffith, Elizabeth Berkley, Christine Taylor, Kristin Chenoweth, Connie Stevens, Rosanna Arquette, Debra Messing, Shelly Winters, Jill St. John, Georgia Engel, Alice Ghostley.

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The move from Leo to Virgo is like a shift in historical consciousness from the divine right of kings to the empowerment of serfs. Virgo’s motto is I serve. In the annals, we saw the absolute power of (Leo) nobility give way to that of the indentured (Virgo), Pride being trumped by Humility—this is mirrored in the rise of allegorical pieces of literature like Everyman, which tackled the dichotomy of virtue and vice, and Dr. Faustus, caught in that same balance between good and evil. The temporal takeaway is that power shifts from crowns to individual human conscience. Take that monarchists. As personifications of these signs, Leo man embodies the golden-boy Sun-king archetype, while Virgo man is a walking-talking morality play, munching on experience and humble pie, embodying that human conscience, whose nature it is to grapple; but, in so doing, to eradicate pride along with every other human vice, digesting experience to extract its every virtue. You won’t see a Virgo man bound into a room unapologetically. He doesn’t have that golden glow of Leo. The sign color of Virgo is silvery grey (Gandalf grey) the result of negotiating a world that can be so black-and-white. He is thoughtful, to a fault, self-effacing, self-examining and often hyper critical. He negotiates his way in the world carefully, and yes, skeptically, but he thereby aims to leave it a better place than he found it. Virgo begins on August 23rd, the festival of Vulcanalia. Vulcan (Greek: Hephaestus, from whose name Faustus might derive) was a disenfranchised “lame” god who channeled the lemons he was given into making lemonade. A smith, a potter, a tinker, an inventor, artisan, artist and, like Faust, an alchemist in all respects. Hephaestus hid himself away, something of a hermit (with that Gandalf wardrobe). Virgo is traditionally ruled by planet Mercury (Greek: Hermes, from whence the term derives)—focus on the work and service at hand, typically making tools and weaponry that would empower the other gods. He forged Zeus’s lightning bolts, for instance, the true power behind the throne. Virgo man, the zodiac’s is likewise a lover of privacy, a symptom, first, of feeling dejected on some level, but ultimately the crucible via which he forges his own path toward success and fulfillment. He will wrestle with his conscience, the true philosopher’s stone, to alchemically transmute his disappointments into opportunities, his wounds into sources of healing and his accumulated woes, source- material, into masterful works of art. Behold the Virgo Everyman of conscience who has sought his separate peace and serenity in his solitude; or as an actor (our best living archetypes!) plays that part to the hilt: Bill Murray, Jimmy Fallon, Luke Wilson, Martin Freeman, Jack Black, Chris Pine, Rupert Grint, Colin Firth, Leonard Cohen, Josh Charles, Armie Hammer, Jason Sudeikis, Adam Sandler, Stephen Fry, Roald Dahl, Louis C.K., Idris Elba, Keanu Reeves, Warren Buffet, Aaron Paul, Alexander Skarsgärd, Richard Gere, Wes Bentley, Oliver Stone, Stephen King, David Copperfield, Moby, Johann Wolfgang Goethe, John Locke, John Cage.

Virgo’s planetary ruler is in dispute. It’s traditional planet is Mercury, which also governs the mutable-air sign of Gemini, the god Mercury (Greek: Hermes) being patron of all sorts of street folk from merchants to thieves, jugglers to magicians, which brings us to the mutable-earth (read: clay) sign of Virgo where it rules alchemists and all the “hermetic” and healing arts. Mercury’s staff, called the Caduceus, is the emblem of the medical profession to this day. Virgo and the 6th astrological house are associated with health, habits and hygiene. But there are those who don’t believe that Mercury actually rules Virgo. Some feel that rulership belongs to Chiron, a minor planet-ette orbiting the Sun between Saturn and Uranus. The notion is that Chiron, discovered in 1977, was once a major planet that got pummeled by asteroids. It thus draws on the archetype of the “wounded healer” in mythology. Chiron was a centaur who wasn’t savage like his fellows, but the opposite, a savior, and he is the father of doctors which were one and the same as magicians, under the grand heading of alchemists. Another theory is that Virgo is ruled by the as yet undiscovered planet Vulcan, which is debatably orbiting between Mercury and the Sun.. Virgo men are menschs but they do tinker—if not nipping and tucking themselves, they may Svengali others, women especially, whom they treat as Pandoras, the first sex doll molded by Hephaestus out of clay. Voila: Alchemical some more Virgo men-schs: Hugh Grant, Elvis Costello, Chris Tucker, Peter Sellers, Tommy Lee Jones, Paolo Coelho, Peter Falk, Bob Newhart, Ben Falcone, Daniel Stern, Adam Sandler, Sam Neill, David Arquette, Mark Harmon, and those who couldn’t leave themselves, let alone others, well, alone: Mickey Rourke, Michael Keaton, Barry Gibb, Billy Ray Cyrus, Eddie Fisher, Michael Jackson, Gene Simmons, Kenny Rogers, Steve Guttenberg, Harry Connick, Jr., Paul Reubens.

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

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Libra 19° (October 11)

Binging on Emily in Paris, which is really just so so but has a certain something. And of course they are shooting it at all our favorite places, which is at once exciting but also sad because I feel they will become overrun the way places in the West Village did with Darren Starr’s other creation Sex and the City. I just lazed around which was really quite nice and we had another lovely meal of cassava pasta with pesto and sat outside even though it really was quite cold. Anyway I don’t have much to say today as not much is happening in my life and I’m not writing anything today so that’s that really.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 971-975. 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.

Drove in to NYC. No real traffic the whole way. Met a client at our hotel and had some psychic insight. We were talking about the Waldorf school with the client and Stella, minutes later, mentioned that shw was going to bring up the fact that the first person she knew who went to Waldorf schools was Juliana Margulies, but didn’t. When, only minutes later, after the client left, we gathered our things from the hotel restaurant and passed through the bar only to see Juliana seated on a stool. We knew her in the late eighties when we used to socialize and play charades with mutual friends—she was good at charades. So I said hi Juliana remember us. Of course she did and we had a quick kiss and hug. She introduced her friend Samantha (who I knew to be Samantha Mathis) about whom I hadn’t heard very much in a number of years. Anyway, a very quick slicke of synchronicity. We said we wanted to grab a quick bite. Juliana said we should go to Otto, which is where we were going to go in any case. “We just closed on an apartment around the corner said J.” In a world where one could so easily be envious, hearing of one closing on an apartment on lower Fifth could put a green lens on things. But I’m so used to being surrounded by rich people that it doesn’t much faze me like it once did.

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Had rehearsal in a part of Brooklyn to which I have never gone before and wouldn’t rush to go ahead I’m afraid. I’m always struck by how ugly certain areas of New York City can be. How grey and depressing and void of trees or any kind of charm. We did have a lovely rehearsal though and it was good to see the band. Stella and I returned to the hotle and had something snacky. She was going to meet an old friend for dinner and decided to have it in the hotel. I had a little wine and then headed over to see Amber Martin’s “Reba’s C*untry Christmas” show at the Stonewall, as Patrick was in it. This person called Xavier who once attacked me and Penny Arcade on social media was there; I tried to be the bigger person and introduced myself and extended my hand which he refused to shake. We the ones who aren’t the perps are often the ones to extend olive branches wrapped around peace pipes. I had already sent my so-called nemesis, who was also in the show, a quick text heads-up to let him know I’d be there. I know what it’s like to perform and to see someone in the audience you might be uncomfortable glaring back, but I didn’t hear back and he probably didn’t care or turned it around on me. It doesn’t much matter. I take responsibility for having rubbed people the wrong way. But we Libras tend to do that because we can be brutally honest and we do tend to have great expectations of (read: become heavily disappointed by) others. Ghandi is a Libra. And he surely rubbed people the wrong way. Nothing wrong with that kind of friction. Anyway saw some people I liked but realized some other in the performance community were also snubbing me and I thought, ah-ha, the poison had really set in. I don’t mind. I needed to make some more room for new friends on FB, for instance, so I returned home to happily block a few of the obvious haters. After having reconnected with Stella and her friend and a client who were all gathered together in the hotel bar having a night cap. Made it an early one since we had to perform the next day.

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The fixed-earth sign of Taurus is vividly portrayed by a garden, Eden. And Taurus people draw on archetypes the of nymphs and flower gods, who personify innocence and invitation—Taurus is ruled by Venus, the planetary principle of attraction. The sign’s signature color is green, signifying both innocence and envy. Taurus girl is the eternal goddess in maiden form. We know what temptation Eve invited. Likewise, the tale of Snow White is a retelling of the myth of Io, a nymph punished by queen Hera for giving into her hubby Zeus’s seduction—Hera turned Io into a snow-white heifer. Silly cow. Hera is famed for taking the form of a crone who hands out poison apples just like Snow White’s wicked queen, who is vainly obsessed with youth and beauty. Venus’ symbol—a circle atop a crossed staff—is called the mirror of Aphrodite; and the planet’s rule, here, on the earth plane of Taurus, makes physical beauty, and green-eyed envy, a preoccupation. Io and Hera are two sides of the same coin, the former representing the naiveté of the latter’s mature womanhood. Really, Hera tries to teach Io a lesson about female power, which Hera deifies. And many a Taurus woman will tell you that this is a central theme for them. Taurus tends to make an impact in her early life, being prized for latent talents and inherent charms. Adult life can be an ongoing catch-up lesson in taking her own assets by the horns, something at which she may ultimately overachieve. Indeed, her biggest challenge is in not being objectified, resisting the urge to let domineering figures steer her stars in exchange for creature Taurean comforts, ease and luxury. Passivity can be her pitfall, as can becoming somebody’s cash cow. Here some earthy Taurus nymphets who peaked young and piqued interest with early promise of potential: Ellie Kemper, Megan Fox, Kristen Dunst, Sandra Dee, Kelly Clarkson, Sofia Coppola, Jessica Alba, Lily Allen, Lily Cole, Jessica Stam, Ann-Margret, Yvonne Craig, Uma Thurman, Janet Jackson, Adele, Barbra Streisand, Shirley Temple, Valerie Bertinelli, Harper Lee and Charlotte Bronte whose heroine Jane Eyre is a namesake of Hera or Eire (Ireland) the emerald green isle where the goddess grew dem apples.

Venus governs Taurus on the earth plane (and Libra on the astral one). The Venus symbol is emblematic of the Feminine Principle. The planet’s namesake goddess of grace and beauty works her charms through Taurus, and on its people, in a physical, tangible, often monetary way. Indeed, Taurus woman is the original material girl. Though she may learn early in life that an urgent, myopic focus on possessions can blind her to more eternal bounty. Still, it’s no bull that Taureans tend to be attractive in a fresh and earthy, if not oomphy, way. The women are natural beauties, barefoot contessas and, sometimes self-professed geishas who fetishize their burgeoning femininity. Consider the luscious delights of Bianca Jagger, Penelope Cruz, Rosario Dawson, Jessica Alba, Bettie Page, Laetitia Casta, Megan Fox, James King, Diana Agron, Christina Hendricks, Audrey Hepburn, Margot Fonteyne and Nancy Kwan. Oh, yes, Taurus enjoys being a girl; and when she inevitably loses her innocent bloom and no longer likes what the two-faced mirror-mirror reflects, she is most prone to see this as a red flag to charge into some cosmetic surgeon’s office. Case in point: Renee Zellwegger, Cher, Kimora Lee Simmons, Tori Spelling, Christine Baranski, Janet Jackson, Donatella Versace, Carol Burnett, Barbra Streisand, Pia Zadora, Michele Pfeifer, Shirley MacLaine, Melissa Gilbert and Bea Arthur, who televised her face lift in on “Maude”. There is also Eva Perone and the aptly named Blossom Dearie.

Taurus women come with a checklist of things they need to achieve and aquire, and they work it till they’ve ticked off each and every item and then some. This modus operandi provides them security, or at least the sense that they I securing it for themselves. They are sensual creatures with a natural innocence, even when batting their cow eyes at you. Think of them like shutters of a camera, taking in and recording, from every angle, what the abundant world of possibility, or you yourself, might have to offer them. They are efficiency experts, loath to waste precious time—to them a true commodity—on people, places and things not worth their salt. They embody the notion that life should be carefree, doing all in their power cultivate a safe enclosure for themselves against the savagery of society. They see people, places and things in terms of value, investing interest, even the loving kind, only when confident of a solid return; the face varieety of value being deceiving, they can be duped by appearances and overemphasis external trappings, which ultimately leave them wanting. Happy is the Taurus who

She is born under the archetype of the naive earth nymphs such as Io, who took the form of a snow-white heifer—fairy tales’ Snow White is innocence incarnate. Their myths center on resiliance, the unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt typecast with a Taurus actress.

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In our book Sextrology, Gemini man’s chapter is called The Goodfellow. Gemini and its third astrological house focus on immediate experience. Immediacy being what both closely surrounds us, spatially, and instantaneously, time-wise. The sign is ruled by Mercury, named for the god who can travel hither and thither in a flash, like his Shakespearean prototype Puck, who is messenger to Oberon the way Mercury (Greek: Hermes) is to Jupiter (Zeus). The third house also rules the teenage slice of life, age 14-21, defined as it is by our immediate family and close cronies, siblings and sibling-like relationships, which are the kind we have at that age, and rarely after—Gemini making an exception to that rule. He personifies that experience always, being eternally youthful like Puck (Robin Goodfellow) or Hermes or his fairytale incarnation, Peter Pan—wrestling with one’s shadow portrays eternal struggle with duality that the sign of the Twins expresses. In legend, we have Robin Hood, in comic books, Robin, the boy wonder. Gemini guys retain their teenage rat-pack mentality, “boon companions” coming under third-house rule. Robin of Sherwood was the first hood in his hood, if you will, doing his bit to balance the rich/poor duality—in essence, the world’s first Goodfella. In modern culture we see many Gemini entering the zeitgeist at a tender age, playing at being adults while forever remaining something of a juvenile in his antics. Bring on the boy wonders: Michael Cera, Paul Dano, Neil Patrick Harris, Jamie Oliver, Macklemore, Boy George, Rafael Nadal, Jake Short, Dominic Cooper, Justin Long, Kanye West, Cameron Boyce, Troye Sivan, Mark Walhberg, Dave Franco, Shia LeBeouf, Hugh Dancy, T.J. Miller, Michael J. Fox, Mike Meyers, Noah Wylie, Irving Thalberg, Tupak Shakur, Gene Wilder, Gary Burghoff, Johnny Depp, Allen Ginsberg, Lenny Kravitz, John F. Kennedy.

Gemini is ruled by Mercury, named for the scrappy god of the crossroads. Literally, or just in their hearts, Gemini guys are street-wise garçcons de la rue: poets, troubadours, urchins, scamps, tricksters and jugglers, if just of the truth, dual by nature, dualistic by design. They are artful dodgers, fast-talking champions of the common man. There is a bit of Robin Hood in every Gemini hood in the hood, just as there is that of Robin Goodfellow, Shakespeare’s Puck, and Peter Pan, all fairy versions of winged Mercury, the magician and messenger god who, like Peter and Puck, never ages past adolescence. Duality in all its forms, but knowledge, especially, of mortality and immortality, is the theme of the Gemini male psyche. The tale of the male “twins” of Gemini, Castor and Pollux (actually quadruplets who hatched from separate eggs with twin sisters, fathered by Zeus in the guise of a Swan) is hinged on their mortal/deific dialectic. Birds and wings symbolize the divine side of the human condition, which we all possess. Gemini man tends to express his own via flights of fancy and the proliferation of ideas, poetry, music, writing, or whatever magical or Machiavellian maneuvers with which he seeks to make an lasting mark on the world. He tends to pack a wallop with his words, Mercury (Logos) being god of communication. And many a Gemini actor has played into his airy, pirate archetype. Think Johnny Depp’s Jack Sparrow, Errol Flynn’s Robin Hood or Captain Blood, Douglas Fairbank’s Robin Hood or Thief of Bagdad, James Purfoy’s Blackbeard, Jason Isaac’s Captain Hook, Geoffrey Rush’s Captain Barbossa. And then there are just the roguish, anti-hero stylings of Colin Farrell, Tupac Shakur, Stellan Skarsgard, Dominic Cooper, Paul Bettany, Peter Dinklage, Hugh Laurie, Malcolm McDowell, Joseph Fiennes, Russell Brand, Rupert Everett, Morrissey, Bob Dylan, Liam Neeson and Ice Cube

Gemini is always striking some kind of bargain, internal negotiating opposing forces, and outwardly exacting the next deal to further his direction. In a way his is a tricky head to be in; and yet there is very little the Gemini doesn’t do mindfully, being less prone than most to unconscious motivations, compulsions, and the like. He’s self-aware, to a fault, putting on dazzle and otherwise aimed at keeping spirits bright—even if knowingly faking it. He is, however, no means instrospective by nature, and must work harder than most in the understanding of an inner life. Instead he keeps himself occupied with to-dos and shiny objects, cutting a path through life like an arful dodger snaking his way through a crowded avenue, reveling in covert action and lendergemain. He is nervy and (he mightn’t admit it) rather fearful of the answers to life’s big questions. Gemini loves the world of the living, gravitating toward social hubs of activities, where a vibrant demonstration of life can distract him from an signature underlying loneliness. He doesn’t like to feel things because he does so too deeply for his delicate nerves.

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Gossip, girl: The Gemini gamine can gab if not babble like a bird on a wire. The mutable air sign of Gemini is concerned with pure, buzzy, etheric, information: what’s in the air. The sign’s ruler Mercury is named for the winged capped and footed god, its symbol recalling a pesky antennae’d insect, pulling info from the ether. Or perhaps they’re not antennae but the wing-tips of an angel, an agent of soaring divinity, such as Mercury, the messenger, is to his chief god, Zeus. So, if Gemini man, like Mercury, is a messenger, then Gemini woman is the message itself; and a mixed one at that. She often is the gossip, controversial, whether innocently or purposefully. Female counterpart to the god Mercury is winged Eris, goddess of discord. Arguably, she is a deity of information, the embodiment of the collective buzz, which is, by its very nature, discordant. Discord supposes, indeed incites duality, the principle energy of Gemini. Eris doesn’t just throw information out there, she plants ideas in others’ heads. So when she tossed an apple scrawled with the words “for the fairest of them all” into a chic party she caused a fracture and factions to form. Gemini can be a scandal; and a scream, a party girl, albeit a light-weight one—like tiny Tinker Bell getting blotto on a thimble of hooch. She’s sensitive, you see. Eris tossed the apple because she wasn’t invited to that party. Slighted, she caused outright Trojan War, the central figure being another prime Gemini archetype, Helen, the actual twin of Pollux, the divine so-called twin to mortal brother Castor—the two boys form the constellation of Gemini. Helen and Pollux hatched from a divine egg. Castor and Clytemnestra from a mortal egg. Their mother Leda must have lain with her husband before Zeus, as swan, had a go. So. Helen and Clytemnestra personify female Geminian duality. One passive, one not so much. Helen? A scandal! She was given to Paris by Aphrodite for choosing her most fair in his judgment—he was bribed—deal-making being endemic to this sign,. It is fromMercury that we get the word merchant. In our book, Sextrology, the Gemini women chapter is called The Gift. Of the gab, yes; but more than that: Gemini women always seem to possess such qualities, attributes or talents that could only be explained by way of divine endowment. They are exciting and challenging, enlivening and provocative, both, always equal parts a mixed bag of Mercury’s tricks; more perhaps, than one bargained for, something of a commotion, possessing a certain talent for winning every argument, sometimes by way of seeming insouciance. The likes of Joan Collins, Wallis Simpson, Angelina Jolie, Lauryn Hill, Kathleen Turner, Anne Heche, Michelle Phillips, Stevie Nicks, Melanie Brown, Joan Rivers, Marilyn Monroe, Judy Garland, Naomi Campbell, Heidi Klum, Anna Kournikova. Helena Bonham Carter, Zoe Saldana, Alanis Morissette, Pam Grier, Juliette Lewis, Gina Gershon, Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen are no strangers to controversy.

Gemini is ruled by winged Mercury, god of the crossroads. Being at a crossroads spells a difficult decision. After winged Eris lobs that apple into the divine party someone must decide who is the fairest. The Judgment of Paris sees that poor boy choosing Aphrodite who promised him Helen for the honor. Helen hooked up with Paris who was from the wrong side of the tracks. Fast forward to Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet whose suitor, pre-Romeo, is likewise called Paris. The name Juliet translates to both “child of Jove”, a name for Jupiter, Greek: Zeus, and “downy” another nod to birds. Star-crossed and prone to love at first sight with someone from the wrong side of the crossroads, Juliet is a prime literary archetype of the Gemini woman in keeping with the sign’s rule of the human age of 14-21, a time when one first bites into the apple of temptation. Helen and Paris; Romeo and Juliet are forbidden fruit. This matches the biblical view of the zodiac as well. The first fiery sign Aries is akin to big-bang creation; Taurus to the lush green Eden and temptation; and Gemini, the twins, the Fall, duality, is the consequence of eating from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Helen and Juliet are echoes of the prurient Eve; as is Nabokov’s Lolita who tempts duality incarnate in Humbert Humbert. And you thought it was just all an accident that Gemini women seem a ripe combination of guilelessness and game. This gamine of the Zodiac does tend to be gorgeous enough to launch a thousand cosmetic campaigns. And there is always some personal-fall sprinkled into her mix, often linked to her falling rather suddenly in love. Those Gemini birds just seem to be set on a quicker speed. Innocent as a rose—mind the thorns: Kate Upton, Amy Schumer, Adriana Lima, Isabella Rossellini, Bar Refaeli, Elizabeth Hurley, Brooke Shields, Angelina Jolie, Laverne Cox, Nicole Kidman, Rosalind Russell, Riley Keough, Lana Del Rey, Leah Remini, Molly Sims, Julianna Marguilies, Ginnifer Goodwin, Octavia Spencer, Courteney Cox, Helen Hunt, Jeanne Tripplehorn, Annette Bening, Kristin Scott Thomas, Laurie Metcalf, Lea Delaria, Autumn and Willow Shields, and that two-faced swan herself, Natalie Portman.

Often given a dubious wrap for being flighty, dificult or divisive, the opposite is (also?) true: Gemini woman is the one person in the Zodiac you’d want to have your back. She’s a tough and protective Tinker Bell, a fixer of ailing or broken utility, aimed at mending flailing situations and relationships and problem-solving in general. She is the proverbial mother hen on whom others come to rely and behind whom we must all fall in line. She is the best of the astrolgoical bunch in covering the basics, and all the bases there in, making sure the mechanics of her daily life function smoothly, if not too repetitively. In the end, most of us will admit, it is a most admirable quality. That said, she easily gets lost in causes which, when pressed, even she’d admit she cares little about. Getting stuck on autopilot as ringleader will occupy her with busy work, if not mountainous molehills, while she strives to focus on more long-term achievement.

Having her ducks in a row. And also wanting others to keep in line behind her. They like to organize in the strict sense of putting things together, but they delegate any upkeep. They like a good system.

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

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Libra 18° (October 10)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aries is, in a word, spirited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Libra 17° (October 9)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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Libra 16° (October 8)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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Libra 15° (October 7)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Libra 14° (October 6)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paragraphs I want to deliver people:

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

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

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

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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Libra 13° (October 5)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pasta. VSB grant. Finances.

On top of which, here is another Dada Mission:

The Next Page

The Terribly Wonderful Process of Writing

Experts at Living How To Live

Essential S + C These memos written to Stella

Should be the format of creating cntent

The other half can be secrets, poems,

both biz brand and philosophical memos

It is the engine.

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

Focus must be Afterglow and Provincetown.

Festival to Sponsors

Grow to the next Year 8

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

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

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

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

Articulate what the Glow Festival. meet with Boston Globe

Start to work other arenas.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Girl, get over yourself, thought I.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go! Copyright 2020 Wheel Atelier Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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Libra 12° (October 4)

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

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

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

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

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

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

But now for Dada Minutes #2 

AsterCast is our art deconstruct paint – metallics gris gris

Sign two year lease save three year money

Paris consultancy top priority. Lo-tech.

List of artists Redifining Glow Fest

Set up Glowberon and Afterglow

Boston Globe Bunny

Fine weed Raina fill Audience Afterglow Mark Cortale

Jim and Serge Inspiration Room Paint the shelves and walls

Fracture glass on my own drawings

Pick up ball

Forty nine

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

Paris.

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

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

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

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

In present tense, I offer up another Dada Minutes:

Smart Fun @ Dinner Parties

Green is my favorite color. I love

Green Pens

Promote for V-Day

Best read in bed or at lively dinner parties

Felt

Home Photo Shoot

Max Steele Excel Program Artists

Communication 1st Morning Weather Report with Quinn (pic)

w Koss Headphones and mic

Form a Musical Band from the Artists

TV+Books

Quinn Does

S+C “Felt Up”

What can be “merchandised” as collateral

Afterglow: Talk about future but link to recent press

[name of our holiday show-redacted]

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

Client day then back to Uni then sleep.

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

Realtors

Boston Biz (Missionaries)

Wharf People

Boston Glow 100

Afterglow 1000

JVB Show

Social Media

And then this:

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

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

Reach out to the 365 Ptown Peoplw with what

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

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

Write how and talk about it

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

Intershiops to BU, Emerson, Harvard, MIT

Wikipedia. Assistant List

Book Provincetown Inn

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

Summer interns

Afterglow Newsletter

new venue

quotations (splash page)

3. Glowberon

4 no other shows

5. missionary sponsorships
6. hotel problem

Info at Barismo 90 days how unspiritual

Write Pascale

People to follow Artists + Biz Places and other happenings

Cyber Monday VSB Done. First lines for Blagues some portraits

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

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

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

Then this:

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

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

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

I looked up sic and this is what it said sic¹

sik/adverb

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

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

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

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

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

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.