Gemini 3° (May 22)


It’s the start of Memorial Day weekend

Six feet apart masks sartorial way bleak and…

It was that new moon overnight and I’m going to honor that. Last night was tetchy, girl and not sure why. My nerves were on edge and I was falling into that old refrain of feeling like I was working my tail off but not really getting anywhere, you know what I’m saying, and still doing a lot of we-work around here to boot. But I got over myself…eventually. Also, I honestly think I got a little sun stroke or something because I was like knocked out, in a weird way, by seven o’clock, honey. Sorry but I watched “We’re Here” this morning and my entire speech pattern is off all day. M’ok? Gad, I have a long way to go. The first thing I should say will be the last thing I do say, because I haven’t articulated it quite to myself yet. Which is a huge mistake because it was a dream I had upon waking. I will get to it. We did our morning things then headed out early to risk our lives for groceries, dodging folks with dodgy “masks”, hitting three stores then came back and unpacked and I took my car full of gahbageand recycling and went to dump it out. I have always loved going to the dump it is one of my (weird I know) guilty pleasures. It’s not so fun now because there is no swap shop and I’m way into ridding myself of things than stocking myself with things from the tiny wooden shack but I have found some treasures I must say. I hope we get to do things like that again. We may never. Just like we never not take off our shoes now before boarding a plane because of one fucked up asshole. Anyway I had an email to write:

Happy Memorial Day Weekend, such as it is. Unfortunately I see a lot of cars heading down Cape today. I don’t understand how it’s going to work in Provincetown where basically every single day is like a public parade. People who live in town (I’m so happy to be living in Wellfleet now) are pretty freaked out, and rightfully so. Clashes are expected between the townspeople and the visitors over social distancing, which is impossible when the street itself is about ten feet across, and tourist demands and so forth. One would think, well, there is a police department, but they are already showing themselves to be passive and complicit even. I saw cops twice this week on Commercial street chatting with people, nobody wearing masks, cops included, when it is the law. It’s crazy. Anyway, what isn’t crazy these days. Someone orange needs to get it and….you know what I don’t even feel good saying that, but do I secretly wish it?….. 

So I did end up pivoting and sending out notes to other would-be sponsors, pasting the same spiel into social media. Since you’ve always been on a different schedule in your giving, I didn’t send you the email as I didn’t want you to think I was hitting you up again. The basic lan is this: Prepay artists their fees (as commissions to create/develop work) with understanding that they will present their work live in festival when next we can stage Afterglow. In the meantime I’m asking artists to film their work and perhaps we can present an interim “Afterglow Film(ed) Festival” or some such. Anyway, we want to be agents for good, keeping the performers afloat and we did get a few hits from returning sponsors so I”m encouraged. We usually start fundraising in early March and here it is almost June, so if this flips over till next year then I guess you might say we are nine months ahead in our fudnraising LOL. Trying to look on the bright side. Theater and performance is taking the biggest hit of the art forms. There will be an easier path for Provincetown’s fine art world. And this is Afterglow’s battle cry in any case, so I’m happy to be playing banner man.

And then I cleaned the entire house, no really, and even did some deep spring cleaning and reorganized a bunch of cupboards and closets and the pantry—work—sorry but I told y’all it’s staying with me. RuPaul’s Drag Race was my idea by the way. Ask Stella. The concept predates the actual show by about ten years. Same title and everything. Except for the RuPaul part. I do love me some Ru (and I think Michelle in private is nicer than in public) but there is a shift in Ru’s personality and a phoniness (a new laugh, for instance) working it’s way in. It’s really nothing new. I mean the whole “Gu Ru” personality of the last several years was so transparent and I knew was going to culminate in her trying to be some kind of thought leader, but you can’t phone that stuff in. And anyway, her talk show didn’t work. Her scripted show was bloody awful. Stick to what you know girl? I mean I’m all for branching out if you have the cookies to do it but if your goodies are burnt and stuck to the pan then you best not bring em to the church bazaar, you know what I’m saying. Again sorry for the eubonic plague that is today’s Blague. I am getting there I promise you…I switched to working outside, writing by hand in an old notebook I picked up:

Holy merde, I have this amazing resource going in this notebook. Much of it, I imagine, might be found in what I call the “starter kits”, pre-packaging of information per gender sign whilch I’ve already expressed in other written places. ((I wonder what signs Alessandro Nivola and Emily Mortimer are (Cancer and Sagittarius.)) But sometimes you meet yourself when you’re an avid journal-ist in that you will come upon portions of writing where you left off years ago which provide the starting point for where you are now…

…I know that meditation is the most important thing and that it underscores everything. I will get there…

I wonder if Dave will ever come to visit again. I don’t hear from my friends. I can pick ‘em.

There was something in my dream about a woman who visited me, not being the woman I said visited me; it is the first dream I remember taking place in our place on Law Street where we haven’t lived for about twelve years. She left a glove and a scarf. (I want to find someone who can make my tote bags. I wonder whatever happened to Tia Woo..Wu?).

Okay the main thrust of the dream is that we had travelled to the reaches of our solar system in an environment that is (now that I’m writing it) a familiar environment given the cast and crew (pun intended) of said reverie. I have before been with all these same people with whom, in life, I’ve had the pleasure of sailing, for lack of a better word. And we have all been in a dream together where, for instance, we were in a grand lobby of some old hotel, like the Royal York in Toronto circa 1972. Which, when you think of it (or I do) isn’t all that much different from the interior of a giant luxury spaceship, which was the setting of last night’s dream. It was incredible. I think all my dreams this past week have led to this (dreams of flying cars) because we really sailed away into space. And as if that wasn’t enough, we made the decision, then to “go to” another solar system, leaving our own. (I did mention feeling as if I had sunstroke earlier, right?) And so we did. We went to another system and we landed on planets, or at least one that I remember. And the beings were humanoid but they were definitely not human. They were advanced and pale and blond and yet their features were much more Neaderthaal then our own. They were really muscley, even the women, like kind of troll people, but huge, giant, big and strong. They were wearing clothes. I remember seeing a male and female couple walking toward a lake. And then we were inside…the ship?…somewhere on a planet? I can’t really say. But creatures were two-dimensional and abstract in form, like maybe a quarter inch thick robber looking objects that were their versions of insects or something. Just as in life we were sailing with our friend Jo and her husband Neil who were calling the shots. And we were all meant to gether but Neil said that Jo wasn’t coming “down” or whatever. He and Stella and I were all in this lobby slash deck of the spaceship slash Vegas looking casino and we kind of did a three musketeers kind of hands on hands move; anyway, the word was that Jo was not happy having left our solar system and she really had to get back. Like she was having some kind of breakdown around the fact. And it wasn’t clear: Were we going with them? It was a big question mark and then Sonny and Cher were there, looking like their vintage selves and, in the dream, I had the kind of relationship with Cher that I actually have (had) with Lauren Hutton where we worked on a project together and it was easy for me to remind her who I was. But there was more to it, like, oh yeah, there were two different games or gadgets that S. and I had discovered and were playing with and one had to do with kind of programming this large robot to do stuff. It would actually like take on different faces and morph into different beings based on mental commands we gave it; and the other one was a sort of I dunno Trivial Pursuit lets say (I would probably have a better handle on this memory if I had written down first thing this morning. And there was this recognition that I told Cher, and she sort of remembered, that we were going to be traveling here, and so was she. Only I didn’t know Sonny would be here and I tried to bond with him. He was literally wearing white bellbottoms with matching vest and a kiyana shirt, however you spell kiyana. And he was sort of like uhuh, yeah, okay; and I was like, without saying it outright, trying to communicate that really I know Cher. Anyway, I didn’t know how any of us were going to get back to our solar system because really, I felt we had jumped dimensions, and I felt very strung out and thankfully unthankfully woke up.


The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 311-15  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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