Virgo 27° (September 18/19)
Over the course of these days I will have to deal with a major crunt. I always knew he would be a crunt and he turned out to be one. It is one of those instances where you have a wonderful rapport with someone you’ve presented half a dozen times. And then they have someone else, a manager or bandmate, tatke over; anyway I’m not letting this trigger me at all I’m seek to death of all of that why-me bullshit and I’m not afraid to fight in the face of those. I was trying to think of the last asshole which wasn’t too long ago actually and I just remembered it was the guru guy who was being super annoying and then includes the whole team at the Art House on an email that had nothing to do with them. What an asshole. But today’s new asshole that I’ve been ripped. Well since this post is encompassing two days, I will say that his personality swung so hard from one end of the polar spectrum to the other overnight it wasn’t real. But I blame the main person to for sicking this sicko on people. This sudden quarrel was over nothing first of all (it was straight out of Alexander Pope’s The Rape of the Lock in terms of importance) but it also was just a misunderstanding that opened the door to this vitriole. Fuck you bitch. And this dude is a bitch let me tell you. Because he’s been overdemanding, withholding, paranoid, accusatory, time-wasting and the like to everybody—not just me—this is never personal—these kind of people taking up negative attention because they don’t feel self-valuing enough to forgo any attention whatsoever. Blech. I’m so sick of these pompous fucking people. So anyway, how are you? You know. I just dealt with this with an artist who dropped out on a contract last minute. And we still have to put those legal wheels in motion? It’s such a waste of time and people need to fuck the fuck off.
Anyway, more things happened this week than didn’t. And even with all the setbacks I really do amazine myself at my ability to clear the decks. I have to say I feel really, really sad about cancelling our Christmas show. It surely kills me, yet I know it is the right thing to do this year. I have to put together steampunk costumes for a party this year as it is. Googling steampunk yields horrid results; searching for elegant steampunk makes one feel more at ease wearing the style but ups the ante price wise especially. I was looking at one site which combines some cheesey elements with more hifalutin ones. Not elegant per say but there might be elenets to glean. I’d like to go to the costume shop on my way into town maybe and grab a bite somewhere in Cambridge or Somerville if that’s doable. Or just go straight from there to Thai in Reading. It will be a pizza party on Friday night and nobody needs that. As the smoke clears so does my anxiety lessen and I’ve been doing visualizations on this score. Should Virgo admit like Elizabeth I that she really wants to remain the virgin—single, autonomous and unsullied by any others’ needs except those to which she chooses to cater—despite all her protestations/lamentations on being alone or lonely. Because she does seem very much married to some phantom notion that relationships elude her. In mythology, a Virgin goddess is really one who doesn’t want to play a secondary sex role to males—Artemis, Hestia, Athena are not spinsters by default. Anyway we are soon to leave this sign and I am soon to embark on the writing of a chapter focused on this creature of the zodiac.
Some random thoughts running through my mind: The amping of Sextrology, the successful and fruitful launch of the Haute Astrology books, plus a interesting roll out of auric and other ideas that are already drafted and yes to the bbod. This isn’t for you to know. It is me thinking on my feet. What I cannot do today is get lost in any kind of real-estate porn. I will try to go for a walk on the beach, or even a swim, say, at five o’clock because there may be tidal pools. Only two appointments this week so, I must face it, that I’m only going to be able to structure the chapter of the course of the next two weeks. Then I will take a break. The anxiety is real. I will go to the hovey and have a grand old time. Then I will work for another ten days 21-30 and then the thing will be completely handed in and all the rest will be tweaking. Then the other areas of focus will be these tees. We could do a Halloween event and a serious launching of the tee shirts. Then I will focus on a combined collection/consultancy/event directon, working very closely with the website to make changes to that as I go. There really is so much more to say in the spirit of gaining autonomy and such. The outreach on all of that should lead to finding the Ladies of Pendantes, if you will. I don’t know. I really want to spread my wings with the metaphysics as it is. I’d love to meet with M. Stang if possible when next I’m down that way I have to work very hard on keeping my nerves super stable I know that much, as there is much to do in not very much time to do it. My computer needs to be addressed. Actually I need to buy one. I could do that on Sunday on our way back home, that is a possibility. I also need to keep a running list for the Gary, which is now a euphemism for whomever we use to make this happen. It’s all such a hodge-podge anyway, all of it all of the time. But with the festival behind me and canceling the show, again painful, I do feel a whole lotta less stress.
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.
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