Cancer 6° (June 26)
We have a client today. But, otherwise, as I say, these next few days are a hodge-podge of random thoughts and notes and emails and such. I will let myself enjoy and even indulge this week, taking beach walks and otherwise voicing my feels and opinions. There will be those who will find me harsh and I truly don’t give a damn. I’m speeding through with lots to do. Sending artists checks and helping where I can. Someone went on the attack and I rebuttled.
Thanks for reaching out and no need to apologize. i obviously didn’t mean my reproach as an attack on Julia. I found the tone deafness of her post alarming and I admit my reaction might have been more urgent, sounding the alarm, than it needed to be. but in our cancel culture, and given the fact that Julia, whom I’ve tried to reach by email to discuss and who blocked me amid a chorus of folks turning this all around on me (not on Danielle I might add), nobody wants to listen to the white guy who flew on a private plane with a name like Quinn. unfortunately your comment about the plane, which, I don’t even know how you know about that because I only recall putting up a picture of the plane on instagram, got taken up by total strangers. I only know this because I have gone to Julia’s page through a separate account which she hasn’t blocked. So-called friends have added to the chorus against me and “hearted” every other negative comment. Julia immediately went into victim mode instead of dialoguing about it with Danielle and me and the pile on began. So be it. For the record, Helen, we were working in Europe January (and meant to be) through April on a self-started project that we have saved and raised money to create, plus writing, plus doing our day job of consulting clients which we do virtually. I work ten hours a day. I don’t post pictures of my working. I post pictures of the stolen moments when I might have gotten to a museum once a week which is easy to do in Paris. When France shut up shop we packed all our bags and gave away all the stockpile of food awe had bought over the previous weeks and some of our actual belongings and we got the last Eurostar out of Paris back to London. Our flight from London was not scheduled for another month. We happen to know a successful person who has been our closest friend since we were all poor students together in the 80s. She lent us her house as we tried in vain to figure out a way to get our flight moved up a month so we could return home. The airline was unreachable. We couldn’t even book a new flight never mind move our existing flight forward. We tried travel agents, everything. Finally our friend said she was going to foot the bill to fly us home as a gift. Flying on a private plane like this was something I had never done and ffrankly it wasn’t a joy ride as the surrounding circumstances were so stressful. We were exhausted and had been on the run from this virus. That is the truth of the matter. But that’s not the story that got told. I’m a rich white guy (I wish) of privilege who has no right to talk about privilege or to urge a friend whose art I actually purchase to take a look at her post because it seems off to me given the fact she doesn’t have to leave her house the way others do. And to use phrases like “I love quarantine” and “call me when it’s over” and “I love people up to a point” seemed so off. But it’s okay. I am unfortunately used to being cancelled for speaking up or out. Could have spoken more softly, probably. But I’ve read what I said and I think it might be pointed but polite. Up until yesterday I was friends with Julia. But now she can’t go back and say “oh it’s cool, Quinn and I are good” because she has now played the victim card so frigging hard she would lose face. That’s how this works. I don’t see Danielle being raked over the coals. Nope, just the douchey rich white guy who people seem to assume has money and privilege which is laughable. Maybe people assume because Stella and I carry ourselves with confidence or something (or because I have a side hustle non-profit that has actually contributed to the artistic/social landscape of the town and its heritage) that I just walk around eating caviar sandwiches or something. Anyway, it’s still morning and I have to conserve my energy. I was really saddened yesterday to awake to a litany of hate when my only intention was to alert Julia to the fact that her post was tweaked. It shed some light though on certain folks whose suspected opinions of me have been confirmed. Happily these FB “friends” aren’t the real friends whom I care that much about and the takeaways are, as you say, about gauging tone and rhetoric in the knee-jerk world of social media. Paradoxically that was what I was addressing but I was crucified for my own expressions thereof. Thanks for reaching out and for the opoportunity to vent back!
The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 461-465. 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. (For thirty days this paragraph will include this parentheses to say: I realized that in the summer of 2016 I actually didn’t post for some time, such that for the expanse of two months, I will continue to number the past Blagues, as above, five at a time, but there will be nothing to post from that period.)
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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