Gemini 5° (May 24)


I seem to be writing up a storm which is pretty ironic actually since I’m really supposed to be writing very little here, now, and saving all my finger energy for the writing. The point is, if you haven’t read this before (as if I actually have readers), the plan for this calendar year (my year starts on the Spring Equinox at Astrological New Year) is to write very little on the day and copy and paste interesting bits about my previous five years writing this Blague (I’m now in my sixth), scanning five Blagues a day, such that when I end writing this year I will have read through all the first five years and collected the good bits into year six (so that year seven all I really need do is gather up all those goodies into something autobiographical (see below); the only caveat is that: the first year writing the Blague I was focused on the Sabian Symbols (I’m not going to explain them other than to say they are an esoteric philosophy of images assigned to each degree of the the 360° Zodiac) and I already link back to entries about that (see below the below) so I will also have a good idea, from this year (six) what days are purely about the symbols and not mixed up with stories from my life, meting out one from the other. Just so you know this all makes sense to me. So, having been reading five Blagues a day, dating back to my first Blague, since the Equinox, I am nearly through the first year of this Blague and therefore through writing about the Sabian symbols, at which point the Blagues will consist of more personal writing in any case which will begin to make up the bulk of this Blague for the rest of the year which is the whole point because a) as mentioned, I need to sort through all that crazy content, and b) I need to bulk this Blague up because I am writing a book this year and I can’t do that and do a lot of this. Hope that all makes sense.

Woke up quite early because I fell asleep très tôt. Ca me manque beaucoup de parler en français en tout cas. Bon ben, Today I will read a couple of chapters. You would think it would be an easy feat but it is a bit more than that. And less. I’m actually taking some of the steam out of it right now which feels pretty awesome I must say. I have not been this caught up in my work for a very long time. And yet I ramble around my office resistant to the actual work at hand, which is fine; it is Sunday and I work every day on my projects. I’ve already had my extra cup of coffee and feeling nearly one sip over the line. Takes away the temptation, though, to be a toke over. That is so not part of my consciousness, right now. There is this lie I tell myself every time that it’s going to provide comfort but all I ever really feel is panic unless I can bring myself down autrements. And since that is definitely not an option right now it is better to avoid any extra help. That is to say, it’s fine going out there alone. That is something stolen from Stritchie, who spent at least half of her career drinking through every stage and screen appearance. She stole the phrase from George Gobels, “you’re not going out there alone, are you?” And as someone who definitely has a little bit of wine each time he takes to the stage (souvent an understatement) I understand the point. First it cuts down on the nerves, evidement. Next it lends a bit of texture to the whole affair and yes, some courage too, so long as one does overshoot the runway. That is also a phrase I heard in Stritchie’s show, that is to say missing the point completely. The point being to be coherent and entertaining. I am sorry I have not always been these things, but the truth is that has only ever happened about one percent of my time onstage. Mostly I have gotten the balance right, and as I grow and mature, of course, I have made it less and less a practice to indulge in anything but a glass (and a half) of a good red wine before hitting the spotlight. I do love to perform, more than anything else. And though I regret not having the career trajectory that other actor friends who’ve “made it” have enjoyed, it is a very limiting life spent in states of expectation and rejection, neither of which are good for a sensitive soul like myself. Besides I love the world of myth and magic and mysticism and metaphysics as much if not more than I do the footlights. And that is a world I created for myself which has ultimately taken me to the stage, which it shall do more and more I imagine.

OMG I’m back in the book work and am immediately exhausted. I will never get through the whole starter kit process in these next twelve days. The first day dedicated to each of the signs will have to serve as a catch up of sorts and the gaining of another overview. Also what is it about this work that is so freaking exhausting. I feel like I need a nap and it’s only just past ten in the morning. This is going to be a fatiguing process. At the same time I am getting some good ideas, or at least I am learning to ask the right questions…a day went by and I have to say I didn’t exactly wow myself in terms of territory covered; but I think I do have a way better understanding of the terrain, and that it can move faster at this point. I want to create a really lovely and solid and quality package. That truly is my goal. I have a facility with words that I didn’t have then and I also know a lot about the signs and where they are coming from and where they are going. And I have to organize my thinking in such a way that it serves the project. Speaking of overshooting the runway. Why would Elizabeth Montgomery marry Gig Young, which wasn’t even his name; it was actually a character he played in a movie and I think they got the card wrong or something and the studio liked it better than Byron Barr. I think Byron Barr is fabulous, but what I didn’t know what that he killed his wife and then himself. His fifth wife that is, can you believe that. No, because you’re not there, and if you were you’re like who the fuck is Gig Young. He’s Byron Barr, I just told you sheesh.


The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 316-320   I am reading through all my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, but the time I get to my seventh, I will have through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize:

And still: There was nothing worth posting from the five older Blagues I read today. It has been really helpful to get an idea of what the content has been over the last five years. The first year was very much about the Sabian Symbols (see below), the bulk of that material I don’t want to post in this slot. And I’m nearly through that year so, once I get into the Blagues from 2016, there will be a lot more to post here (which is a good thing because I won’t have time to write a lot à la minute as we just got a new book deal and that is where my effort and attention is going!

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!
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