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Over The Hump

Virgo 21° (September 12)

 

We have dinner tonight at Joon Bar with Fauxnique. I actually had a late lunch of a salmon platter with some soothing bloodies. I needed something after last night. I awoke somewhere pre-dawn alone and new ut-oh, things went awry and they did. That’s okay it happens where my snoring can just be too much for anyone to bear. One more thing I have to get in check. I have to say though that I do love a good bloody, and it was spicey and it was raining and it was surely the salve I needed. I can’t say alot here today I don’t think. I believe tomorrow will be the day when some things come together. I’m happy certain checks are in the mail. I must get through this process and shoot myself foreward into the present if not the future. Things have got to give or nothing will. Tomorrow I must be able to sleep a good deal of the day. The shows tonight are Trevor and Bearded and they will be very great and quite good, surprisingly good.  I ultimately had this to say about the first:A belated thank you to Trevor Bachman and Keiji Ishiguri for a spectacular performance of Trevor’s “Shapeshifters Playlist” at the Ninth Annual Afterglow Festival. Year on year (and generation on generation of performer) we have been so fortunate to present amazing emerging talent; while everyone who was there will agree this was surpassingly great! Remember their names! And so happy to have hosted you. And then this about the second:Digging out here so forgive the late expression of gratitude to The Bearded Ladies featuring John Jarboe and Heath Allen for returning to the Ninth Annual Afterglow Festivall with their superfine, smart, funny show, a tuneful twist on Mr. Rogers, which, if you missed it, you must see. So look out for it in NYC, Philly or wherever fresh fish in a tank is served!

It was fun speaking with the F word. She has a lot to say and we all seem to be going through it. I made her a promise that I must keep. And I want to keep it. Again we had Erique taking care of us. What a sweetheart he is. Like an improved Stef. He turned out to be quite odd in the end. There are these other chaps in town, two French guys who own a house and are narcissists and post online every shit they take. The town is becoming a marquee for social media and nothing more. All the more reason to kick it old school. But the world, the world, it seems to be falling apart. What is an outdoor kitchen and why do we want one. Is it naf. Lights go out the walls come tumbling down. I am actually not writing this on the twelfth of the month but the thirteenth. It is part of my particular madness to write this Blague everyday. In just about six months I will have completed my fifth year of daily entries. I will take this to the bank one day. It will be after I write yet another book. I need to maybe move to an affordable suburb (or Maine) by priorities are bathtub and fantastic pool. I am focused 100% on this new path. I will completely forgo the postcard next year and even the hanging of the names posters. It doesn’t do anything I will use whatever money I get to promote by myself on my own. No printing. None of that shit. Do it on a complete shoestring. Screw them. Meanwhile get more funding for what we do this year. It all comes down to the same thing: I have to stay in the right state of mind. And that is exactly what I intend to do. Funny the verb to be trumps the word to do. I originally typed I have to be in the right state of mind, but ten I couldn’t say that is exactly what I intend to do. I had to replace the word be with stay which is also kind of funny as they are so related one to the other linguistically as it is.

 

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C’est Tout

Virgo 20° (September 11)

 

This night will end in tears. I am trying and failing to catch my breath on this day, it is proving rather impossible. I don’t think I realized how my show stretched me to the limit on top of all the other stuff I had to do. But I will rally somehow. Fauxnique will arrive today, along with Rick—Dante didn’t end up using any of his hotel I don’t think which kind of burns me since, had I known, I could have saved the money. Oh well. He’s a very good singer. I say this about them:Thank you Rick Berlin for your glorious show at the Afterglow Festival last night. I feel bad for anyone who missed it. It was absolutly sublime. Your writing is transcendent and the music was just so expert and inspiring. It felt so full circle for me to have you to Ptown as you were a rock god to me going back to BU and Kenmore Square days. Like fine (organic red) wine you have only become all the finer! And about the next show I said this: He did it everybody! Gene Dante said yes to the Afterglow Festival‘s request (year on year) and wrote a one-man show for us! Thank you so much for entertaining us in glittering fashion and for sharing your stories and your soaring musical talent with us. And thanks to Gina Naggar for tickling the ivories!

Yesterday, I forgot to mention, included this really negative vibe from the Art House. Bringing up last year how I (asked permission and) brough in food one night. That Ben deRuyter is a fuck wad of the first order and I’m glad I’ve gone on the books as not liking him because now I realize I am in the large majority. I think he tried to run for office for stuff but it failed miserably. Apparently he rented out the Hindu for their staff party what a cliche. It’s just the vibe was bad all around. I had to set up a bar and served people free wine. On top of all my other job roles this was an added attraction. Please. Fauxnique arrived which was nice as I might have mentioned and Rick Berlin especially was not only such a great show but he is such a great presence. Apparently he still works as a waiter at a place called Doyles in Jamaica Plain. And Doyles is now suddenly closing after being opened for a thousand years. And of course I named my person Kenny Doyle in my show. Kenny Doyle who “initiated” me and killed himself before I could confront him, finally, one day, which I might have done. I can find his family but what good will that do? He wore Budweiser trunks and did flips into the ocean. He wasn’t gay but he sure liked to use boys for his own pleasure. Am I still locked in that same weird place. I think the answer is yes on that one. Isn’t that the whole point? I could have written any show on any theme but straight away I went there, no pun intended.

 

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New Rachelle

Virgo 19° (September 10)

 

I wake and go to Baie to pick up wine and then bring some over to the dressing rooms. Tomorrow there is no bar because the space is closed so I have to basically create one. I have my tech today at 11AM. I will get there and the piano tuner will rather rudely tell me to come back later. We will have a snack at Canteen—a grilled cheese for me—S. has already lunched there. We shall see Rob and Loic who are flying tonight to Denmark. We will walk back to the hotel and regroup in time to go to a 5pm dinner at Nor’Easter but they will be closed for a private party; so we will go to Joon Bar for a very small snack that will nonetheless break the bank. Eric there is one of my favorite people in Ptown. There were about twenty four people and the first show and really I don’t expect anyone to show for mine.And I am relatively calm. In the dressing room doing my thing mainly obsessing over my hair not my lines. There is plenty of Aquanet which I’ll use and I’m in comfortable jeans and shoes and a black jacket. I am not at my fighting weight but there is a lesson in all of this. My body is feeling rather beaten up and I need to take a break after this.

Anyway the first show tonight is Rachelle and she is such a lovely presence. I will say: Thank you Rachelle Garniez for your magical performace last evening at the Afterglow Festival you had us all wrapt with your soaring talent, wit and grace. Happy journey back to NYC where everyone must go and see your I Can Sing A Rainbow! Then about myself I will say this: I’d like to thank Quinn Cox for my show last night at the Afterglow Festival. The tiny audience was mostly strangers but they were delightful. I delivered. I entertained. I kept the audience’s attention. They laughed and moaned for all the right reasons. I accompanied myself on piano, once with my favorite guest star. I got snaps. I filled the gap on a performer who breached contract last minute and dropped out. With all I already had on my plate, I wrote and performed a 75 minute show with music in the course of five days. And I proved the MF show must go on. I feel pretty great right now (I look like bloody hell) but….I feel wonderful. (I’m flipping over backward!) We are still extra fundraising to make ends meet! Where my Sparkers at??

Rachelle’s show really is magic. She moves from stage station to station—guitar, piano, accordion, and two different sorts of bells, one on a twirling wheel, and other multicolored traditional bells on which she played Somewhere Over the Rainbow. She has this really cool growling lower register. Like falsetto/soprano in reverse. And then otherwise she has a pretty middle-range voice I would say which, too, rings like a bell. She is really wry and funny in a more comedic way then say The Roches were but there are definite similarities. And in the end, almost seeming to be doing so without meaning it, she was highly comedic, recally a movie with Jack Webb and Peggy Lee where she sings I Can Sing a Rainbow which is the title of Rachelle’s show. She is a Pisces and was dressed like the sea in waves of della robbia blue silkiness—a shirt, a dress, a tunic? All layers and scarves. What a great talent. She did our first ever show at Elmo in Chelsea back in the day.

 

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Party Of None

Virgo 18° (September 9)

 

Today is a gymnast floor exercise. Packing, cleaning, hole-punching. Then we head into town and do bank and post office and wine shop and drop things at the restaurant and check into the hotel, which I’m glad we did early. We are in a pet friendly room next to an incessantly barking dog. After a few hours, sitting by the pool and otherwise getting our heads on straight, the incessant barking necessitates our changing rooms which was a godsend. Thank you barking dog because the new room is so so so much better. We almost fantasize about staying here by choice. During the day so many people RSVPd they were coming and so many of them didn’t. It was Mrs. Dalloway’s worst nightmanre. DS was a bit over the top.We walked all the way to the party (and back again). The food was delicious of course and it was very nice that the usual suspects showed up for us but I never understand these people who pledge and then pull out. They don’t understand the meaning of: we need to get an exact head count so that the restaurant knows how much to make. It not only makes me look bad when folks just don’t show, but it is really such a shame to see food and the effort put into it go wasted. I can think of a dozen off the top of my head who cancelled when I limited the list to thirty. I won’t name call, but some took up a lot of time working out the particulars of their RSVP I don’t know what is wrong with people. I am going to make major changes this year I can tell you that. JCM was no help at all and he said he would put a mention on social media. People are so unreliable. Where are the JVBs and TMs of the world? Since when did they drop out of the picture too. OMG I am Mrs. Dalloway. Meanwhile, who doesn’t like Virginia Woolfe? And if you don’t what does that really say about you?

 

I think Trevor is adorable. I am so glad he and Rachelle are here. And Paisley is the eternal doll. So blessed to have the quality crowd we had. DS drinks too much and was unruly. His husbear and friend are adorable and I really thought they would feature heavily in the week but alas they faded into nothingness. Nobody from this night who said they would come to my show actually came. Which is really a pity. I won’t say insulting because nobody has to do anything. But I feel there is this assumption that we are not going to deliver. That I’m not going to deliver. Fuck it I was pretty good. I’m not a musical sensation, but was I suppose to be?  I thought my show was thought provoking and people in the audience (all strangers, which in retrospect was like: thank gods), this one couple in particular (one tenth of my audience) made it a point to really tell me so afterward. That’s just as I predicted it. I know I’m going out of sequence because my performance it tomorrow, but you don’t think I’m actually doing all I’m doing and writing this week’s Blague in real time. Please get over yourself if you think that’s happening. I need to look good again. I’ll say that again. I need to look good again. But next week when I’m alone I will go on a bit of a bender as I do when alone in the world. So alone in the world. I feel myself the personification of the adage: out of sight out of mind. I often wonder if it weren’t for me makin an effort with friends would I ever see them. I do think my tendency for despair has been willing out. I probably should do something about that. I don’t think it has to be too late.

 

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Pre Game

Virgo 17° (September 8)

 

Well, the thing is it is really ten days later, so my goal today is to get through ten entries in just this one day. On this actual day, which is a Sunday, I am of course working hard to get everything ready for heading to Provincetown for a week. I’m curious to know what’s on my own mind. I want to rest and repair. I have definitely been overdoing it and need some kind of respite. I will have dropped the ball on social media; one can’t do everything but if I had more presence of mind I would have tackled that more carefully. My feelings, such as they are, are pretty solid. Oh gosh I have to move this along and just say what’s on my mind. I have had some pretty fierce feelings over the years and I have been trying to hard to reign in my negative impulses. It’s going to take some work I can tell you but I know that I am not going to be disallowed from achieving success in this way. I will write and perform my own show because an asshole of a millenial has dropped out. I find this certain stark character to be trouble and an overcommunicator and see him as being very much in line with those who seek to reach around me. I’m not going to let that happen at the same time I don’t give a shit. I have so much on my plate and I need to get my own pooh in gear. Or else it isn’t going to happen.

I have to write to Joe and say hello Joe. Look we have been trying to figure out a replacement scenario for MR our MD with whom we have a very easy rapport and who knows us inside and out and given the fact that the show is so close to Christmas and on a weekend where our audience is probably largely already out of town slash with family. These two dynamics are making it rather impossible for us. Let’s start again Hi So and and So. As mentioned, because JVB isn’t doing the usual run of Xmas shows at Joe’s, MR has taken a touring gig with TM, leaving us without our own MD. We have been trying to figure out a replacement and we have had substative conversations with some folks who could substitute, the best possible scneario of performing with a viable substitute constitutes meeting a totally new band for one rehearsal only the day before our performance and we are feeling that this won’t be a recipe for success. So with heavy heart we feel we must cancel our S+C show this year and we say heavy heart because it is one of the key appearances in our year that have made our hearts sing the most. We are already speaking with MR about next year; and we hope you won’t hold this cancellation against us and that we can simply skip this year and resume again next when, surely, JVB will be performing and MR will be in NYC and not touring. We can easily drop in with Matt and our band and rehearse once or twice before a performance. And I think that is how we deal with Ben too.

In terms of my friends the answer is easy. Having gotten the job after all we will look at another time when we can possibly do this sort of thing. The truth is I feel completed divided on the subject. I do want nothing more than to make this happen and it would probably good for me. Then again I am truly traumatized so should the job come through I don’t know that I will regret the outcome all that much. I love the fact of nurutring relationships but do I have to work so hard. The example I mainly have from others is that a good deal amount of self absorbtion might indeed be healthy. I have to take my laundry in off the line and make my own dinner. I have to clean my own house. These are realities of summer living and they are my favorite things. I don’t mind even not having a dishwasher here and doing everything as diy as possible.

 

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More Beer

Virgo 16° (September 7)

 

I think before it goes out of my mind I better write down some preliminary thoughts and feels. I had spent a few hours this morning sending out last minute pleas and trying to get some money in but it is what it is at this point and hopefully we shall get some groovy ticket sales going from the town folk and people visiting. I also had to make sure people knew about the party and I need to get an accurate headcount. I then moved around and had some ideas that I need to weave into the script.

The whole idea of the gods being alive. The fact that astrology finally put that all into context. That the gods were alive again. That it started up that I knew what my mother was talking about. There were some scary moments. My psychic ability would get stronger when I drank because my conscious mind would get out of the way. Talk about partying a bit. Take poetic license during that time in France as well. All the stuff about isolation puting the pot into that place and then the astral projecting shaky hands and eyeballs. I have no idea why just wrote that. I didn’t hang out with them 24/7 they legitimized me but I only saw them socially on occasion. There was no static cling the way I thought friends were supposed to be, my friendships were always very intense. I always had a best friend. I talk about how life became magic. Maybe word got out and they thought I was a bit psycho? A lot of psychosis also sort of come to light at puberty but that thing with Peter Reynolds got me the reputation that I was psycho. The dreams started. I have predictive powers I still get them. Some times I remember to tell Stella about them so that I have proof in case they come true. I’ll give you a for instance. Tell the dream about the man. We were in Boston in the dead of winter it was freezing outside.

These people didn’t want anything from me they weren’t codependent. Make a giant scroll out of the poem “As if I don’t have enough to do”Conceit that images pop out of my phone. Jewish eye candy and the Suzy Menkes story. I didn’t do anything of the sort but the ideas were at least flowing. I have to write a blurb on a new sponsor:

Geek Chic. Since scuttlebut of breweries opening in Provincetown began in 2018, the knee-jerk response was resistant; but with the reality of the PBC, newly opened in the former 141 Bradford Natural Market space, the townspeople couldn’t be more pleased. For starters, founder Chris Hartley and partner Erik Borg kept 141’s kitchen going—same cooks and menus —ramping it up all the more with beer-friendly pairings like soft pretzels and fried pickles and artichoke cakes, preserving this address’s destination status as the “omphalos” (world-navel) center of Ptown, where folks can gather for healthy fare and, now, beer. Breakfast, from 9AM-IPM, feature sa Brewski Breakfast Sandwich (eggs, cheese, pico de gallo, chipotle aioli) and  Avacado Toast, while the overlapping all-day-and-night menu, 10AM to 9PM, boasts a plethora of shared plates—Lamb Balls and Fried Snapper Escovich among them—and a range of sandwichs and salads. The PBC tap room offers three of their homemade brews—a Bearded Mistress IPA, a Golden Hook ale, and a Crandaddy Sour. They do (and will incresingly) brew other beers, but the larger quantities are processed in Jamaica Plain. What strikes you walking into the tap room is how uncharacteristic of Ptown it is (in a very  good way) as it feels more like Brooklyn or either one of the Portlands. The vibe is urban and playful, which is not lost on the gaming minded guys at the helm. Not only do they encourage the screen-obsessed to come in and wage video competition, they also have touchy feely cards, dice, backgammon, boardgames, darts and a pool table for the less virtual crowd. And on top of all this goodness: PBC is an “activist” brewery where the select brews themselves give back to progressive, valuable PTown causes—namely The Generations Project, Summer of Sass and The Commons.  Purposeful pleasure!

 

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Well I Never (Part Two)

Virgo 15° (September 6)

 

Well I never the, two weeks later, met Tony Randall, who made me a member of his theater company where I appeared in two Broadway plays

The rehearsals weren’t in the building across the street from the Time Life Building where I worked at the Book of the Month Club as the person who writes all the tiny captions and I didn’t come in early and mess up my desk and come back and lunchtime to make sure I was seen and rehearsed for a month without anyone at work knowing I wasn’t there.

While reading with starlets coming in to audition for the role of Nina in The Seagull, none of them knowing Laura Linney, who wasn’t going to be blood awful, already had the part, Elizabeth Shue never came in to read and we never did the final scene where Nina and Treplov see each other one last time and something incredible didn’t happen where we barely looked at our scripts and both somehow knew the lines and we WERE the characters and we had this out of body experience and then like Nina she fled the room only she didn’t come back and I wasn’t told to go after her and she wasn’t sobbing uncontrollably in the hallway with her manager and then she didn’t run at me and fling herself into my arms hug and kiss me with her wet face and whisper in my ear I will never for get you and then go running out of the building at which time I didn’t fall to the ground having what I told was an actor’s breakthrough where my muscles were siezing and the assitant director didn’t jump on top of me and kneed out all the trapped tension while saying soothingly good for you, good for you

Well I never had just one line in The Seagull that I delivered to Tyne Daly and Jon Voight never came to my dressing room every night after to give me notes on it.

I never lived in the West Village for twenty years during the best time to live in the West Village.

I never wrote for the New York Times Styles Section, nor wrote celebrity features for Glossy Magazines, interviewing Jean Reno in Paris on the set of Ronin or Peter Greenaway at his studio in Hampstead. Or Helena Bonham Carter at the Lenox Hotel during which she kept her hands down her pants taking them out to sniff them at intervals.

I never went to Paris, doing runway reports for magazines, and field producing for Fashion Telelveion, to be there when my wife was working there with designers, and I never saw Kate, Cindy, Naomi, Christy, Tatiana, or any of the supermodels walk in countless shows.

I wasn’t an on-the-spot reporter for Instyle where I would ask people like Roman Polanski and Catherine Deneueve what the first record was they ever bought or what is your favorite article of clothing.

While reporting on a party for InStyle, Darren Starr didn’t come up to me and ask if I could act and say I was exactly the person he needed to play a reporter role on his new tv show Central Park West and made an appointment for me to come in and read and Central Park West wasn’t cancelled the next day.

Well I never with my wife did astrological readings for friends in Milan and Paris late night, after a day in the fashion trenches, and this didn’t lead to our writing horoscopes for magazines under pseudonyms.

Well I never got a call from a publisher who was secretly reading our column in Teen People to offer us a deal to write a book for adults based on our premise that the signs were broken down by gender.

We never launched our book at Barneys and Parker Posey who was playing the manager of Barneys on Will and Grace didn’t come to the launch and confuse the hell out of everybody

Well I never met Princess Caroline twice, once when she didn’t come to our book launch in Paris at Colette and say slash lie probably that she heard so much about us

I was never with my wife on Chelsea Handler’s show several times and she never called me a funny little nugget.

We never bought a house on Cape Cod in the late 90s but ultimately settled in Provincetown where I started a festival

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Well I Never (Part One)

Virgo 14° (September 5)

 

Now, I have one more trope, device call it what you will. I’ve not seen it used before so I think I invented it. It should speed us along and will serve as some scaffling for some future stories. I’m calling this a quasi-epic poem, without rhymes, to which I will add stanzas over time. It is titled: Well I Never.

Well I Never met a girl at Logan Airport at whom I made funny faces, then started dating, married and am still with 36 years later

Well I Never Flew to Paris and, jet-lag dreamed, I was French currency, in coins, being poured through a sorting machine.

I never climbed an alp with my girlfriend to stay in a ruin left over from the 1968 Olympics and nearly together froze to death

Well I Never staged a sit in when I discovered our school in France cost BU $1K that year but our parents were paying $16K

I never organized an educational field trip for a dozen of us to go to Rome and had the whole thing paid for by Study Abroad office

Well I never met, my girlfriend and I, an elderly man after midnight, in a bar who spoke in tongues but we understood him and my girlfriend never never remembered him being young not elderly

I was never given the nickname Credit Leone for swiping taxi receipts from French cabs and giving them to students to get reimbursed by the program

I never went to Paris every weekend but one because it was eight francs to a dollar and hotels cost nothing in those days

Well I Never flunked most of my classes including Cubism because I didn’t speak French until that year was nearly over

I Never returned to BU for senior year and got straight A plusses but still didn’t graduate with honors. Then moved back to Paris.

I was Never swept up by an Italian futball team and taken to a Club on the C. E. where naked women danced around giant plastic phalluses

A man in a car with a driver never picked me up off the street to take me to an ceremony on the C.E. for a French futball team celebrating a win and was lobster on gold plates as the players sat on a multi tier dais pouring champage over each other’s heads

Well I Never danced at Le Castel with my girlfriend next to a woman was it Jerry Hall? whose gold lame dress only covered on breast

I never worked at a magazine called Passion that was this big because it was the 80s by day and at a restaurant in the Marais before it was the Marais called Dizzy Place not Dizzy’s Place or The Dizzy Place.

I never met my tribe of people that year, still my dearest friends, and one of them didn’t one day write the Harry Potter books

Well I never lived in Harvard Square for a year and wore a Marrimeko uniform working at the Harvest restaurant dancing away nights at Man Ray

I never crashed a party in Allston where someone put pcp in the pot or dosed my drink and then ended up being arrested at the 7-11 for eating Vienna Sausages out of the can and was thrown into a cell with scary people who were soon screaming to get out because I was scarier. I didn’t sing Sweet Chariot substituting words that suggested I was a Mafia prince and when my girlfriend and a friend picked me up I didn’t dive roll out of the car going 40 miles an hour on soldiers field road and absorb the impact with multiple forward rolls, seeing the math and blueprint in my head, then spring to my feet and run back to the 7-11 because my bike was there and I didn’t crouch down and propel myself into the air and clear the eight foot fence without touching and get my bike and smash my way out and back to my house where another chain link gate enclosed the shared driveway between my house with my landlords house and I didn’t see the math in my head again that told me where to ram the fence with my bike so that it came out of its cement pilings and then ride over the fence with my feet never having left the pedals and run into kitchen back door and take off all my clothes and start breaking all the dishes in the house and back into the backyard and the landlord’s golden retrievor wasn’t going crazy and crash through it’s screen door to jump around with me and I didn’t wake up naked in the back yard spooning the dog which comforted me all night long and I didn’t stumble into the house and look in the mirror and every muscle in my body wasn’t supersized so I looked the the Hulk and I wasn’t so sensitive to light that I couldn’t go out of the house in the daytime for a week

I never moved to Hoboken to work at Avenue Magazine on 57th Street while my girlfriend also worked on 57th at Bergdorf Goodman

Well I never studied acting with Uta Hagen who didn’t hate me because a class applauded an exercise I did and she didn’t have this thing called the Hagen Wagen where a student had to bring in lunch for everyone and I made a Full Mediterranean meal, including humus in a bread bowl and she never said “what is this shit?

My neighbor Tony Goldwyn never offered to give me a list of agents and he never called to invite me over greeting me wearing nothing but those tiny striped nylon Richard Simmons shorts and I never made a lame excuse and went running from his brownstone and never kicked myself later.

Well I never had Julianna Margulies over with her then boyfriend to play charades and she was never really good at it

Well I never studied comedy improv and came up with a sketch where I was Tony Randall doing a commercial which went like this: “Hi I’m Tony Randall and I want to talk to you about Oscar Wilde Camp for Sensitive Boys. At Oscar Wilde you don’t learn the usual ruff and tumble fistacuffs and other sports and skills. No. At Oscar Wilde Camp you learn proper ascot tie, quipping, inuendo, Maugm. That’s right Oscar Wilde it’s truly camp.

 

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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Veg

Virgo 13° (September 4)

 

Today we have clients and I won’t get a lot accomplished otherwise. I will go to Orleans and get posters and such but I will cancel out on going to Provincetown and postpone that until tomorrow. Here are some more thoughts on paper but this is becoming more of a novel than a show. I think I’m where I need to be though and I will have to do a ton of cutting anyway.

What you might not have noticed was that I employed yet another device I guess you can call it in that last bit. Something called poetic license which is absolutely another element, the fifth element I think now, maybe in the constructing of a one-person show. This one anyway. So I didn’t study theater in college; the high school mentor acting teacher and drama department head moved away after my sophomore year and took all inspiration with him. But as fate has it I ended up on the Performing Arts floor of my dorm at Boston University and to this day are close friends with people I met there, many of whom went on to do great things. I was an English major and by year two I was bored and wanted out. While sitting with the same stoned faces on Buswell Street where I lived, now, at the Earth House next door to Marc Maron, and, as I say we both ate at “Veg”,

I felt myself falling into a rut. Freshman year I did okay academically but I partied too much. Sophomore year I got super academic for the first time in my life and got straight As proving true what every teacher since Kindergarten had told my parents: He could be the top student if only he applied himself. I did so now because it was an individualist pursuit. I was sick of my surroundings, and as I say I was sitting with the same stoned faces of so-called friends I have to admit I didn’t like and I got one of my flashes. Call the Study Abroad office. I picked up the dorm phone, hit Zero and asked the operator to connect me. Got anything going to France? Funny you asked: We have a final meeting for a first ever year abroad in Grenoble but all the other students are already signed up. You would have to get us parental permission and a letter from one of your French professors stating you are proficient enough to matriculate directly into a french university. I went to call my mother when the phone rang her ring. Parental approval check—she would call the Study Abroad Office. The only problem was my French was terrible. But I asked my professor who, it turned out was predatory, called Adrienne who had invited me over to her apartment once and terrified I didn’t go and she felt slighted. I need you to give a proficiency test

You never came over. Small stand off then she gave me the test which I didn’t pass. She changed a few answers for me so it looked like I did and I went to the meeting at the Study Abroad office. You might say my life started then I could have started the show here. Every single good thing in my life can be traced to my deciding to go to France, literally, in a flash.

 

 

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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Kindness

Virgo 12° (September 3)

 

Today is Tuesday and I’ll be damned if I remember what is supposed to happen this day. There is a lot of fundraising going on and I need to circle back to the Sparklers next and start getting them in. And getting the party into place. And getting the comp list into place. And all that jazz! Who is going to come and see me anyway. Nobody probably. I hope these stories coming out this week do something. I need to get a paper I just remembered I will run out and get one after we eat lunch.

In the social heirarchy of my highschool there were various levels of popularity, and as I said I was the lowest of the low, among the pariahs. At the very top were the beyond crowd, a small, elite, sophisticated crew including a soccer player who made varsity his freshman year whose French father was the chef at LeCirque, and the cheerleading captain whose family owned a cycle shop and lived with a single mother in a mid-century modern house like in that film the Ice Storm. At the core, there were three girls, all of whom had straight blond hair, and three boys who were swarthy, brooding and intense. And then a half a dozen characters, mainly loners or type-A academics, who floated in and out. And then there were the four hundred and fifty everybody in between on various scales of popularity. It’s those people you have to watch out for. That’s where the bullies and tormentors lay. Somewhere in that samey samey sea of docksiders, Lacoste shirts, grosgrain, teabury pink and kelly green, red-faced, sweaty Bruce Springsteen fans, which, if you actually grew up in New Jersey, made you very ordinary indeed.

So one morning I got one of my flashes only this time it was of me; and I decided to act on it. This was my flash and this is what I did. I was in the cafeteria, sitting by myself as usual, and I crossed the entire room, walking through that preppy snarling sea, and up to the table where these creme de la creme kids were sitting and I said hi and sat right down and, as if I had been there every day since, they said hi and started chatting and asking questions about classes we had in common and what I thought of this or that and, like in my flash, I remained cool and unflustered and just answered and quipped and I never sat alone again. And what I realized with, just like when you’re at the very bottom of the social food chain it’s basically the same as being at the very top. At the bottom you’re not included and at the top you aren’t either. Only here the choice is yours. It’s not up to the hundreds of insecure middledwellers jockeying for position. This whole notion of this circle of friends being elites was an invention of those in betweeners just as they invented the category of pariah I had previously been relegated to.

The alchemy had changed in an instant. I had changed it. Or these psychic flashes did. But that was me anyway, right? Okay maybe it was some kind of outside source or higher power intervening but as I’ve come to learn that is also me. I don’t believe in A higher power necessarily I believe in MY higher power. Anyway it literally worked like a charm. And those Mr. InBetweens who had previously attacked and tormented me were suddenly silenced. I could almost see them biting their tongues as they passed me in the halls now because they couldn’t bring themselves to insult one of the elite crowd since it was their own invention. Meanwhile, I had known these new friends for years I just never spoke with them before, a fact of which they were blissfully unaware.

We had dinner parties and listened to vintage music, the Doors, Buffalo Springfield, Jefferson Starship and CSNY, not typically together, but on lesser known solo and duet records. We took the train to New York to see matinees of Equus, Deathtrap and Bent. Everyone was kind and had a moral compass. There was light sexual experimentation of varying kinds. And the boys smoked pot and went camping and took mushrooms or mescaline and laughed till our faces ached. But I was in with some classy people and it wasn’t determined by money or membership at the country club. It was based on books and food and culture and travel, even though these people were athletes they weren’t jocks. Everyone went off to a good college and stayed loosely in touch and I had a model for the kind of tribe I would seek to find as an adult. I wanted to be around kind people. The word kind has that double meaning. And what I’ve learned is that people who are reallly at the top of their game tend to be the kindest people and they use their influence to help other people. Those with trumped up ideas of themselves are forever those middling insecure types, the bully cowards, who hoard and lie and cheat and steal, things that only entail their lower reptilian minds.

 

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.

 

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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