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.



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


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


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]


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:


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)

  1. Glowberon

4 no other shows

  1. missionary sponsorships
  2. 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.


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.


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


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.

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