Sagittarius 19° (December 11)
It turns out the bank people are really quite evil. The “security” officer said to be in touch with him any time with further questions and yet he went two weeks without returning a single call or email. Only when I added other people to the email (today) did he get back to me. Poor form. I will have to request a meeting with the manager. I’m also very likely going to move my money to a different back—I can’t trust these people anymore because of that one employee. And the officers of the bank aren’t even contrite so I think it is time to move on. I took a glimpse to my left today and was reminded, by a pair of Marys, that I am not alone. Sometimes I forget. But I know for a fact, I truly do, that there is indeed power and guidance and compassion out there for those of us who endeavor to deserve it. I must keep doing the best I can do which is probably pretty damned good.
The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 1271-1275. 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.
I woke up less spooked than I did yesterday. There was a tornado that crossed the Bourne Bridge apparently. Given our cheat fest I did not eat breakfast today. I need to let some calories go by. We had a marvelous conversation with a client whom I feel we really helped. Then we spoke to the financial guy on our new team to get some questions answered for our noon Skype with J+N. Well that went well. We seemed to be totally on the same page and the conversation went very quickly. There will always be trepidation when making any kind of professional arrangement with friends, the bonds of which you seek to preserve at any cost. That will always remain the priority for me with people I love, regardless of any business collaborations. It is amazing how nothing much really changes even with major news such as this. The truth is and always has been that money changes nothing really. I need to be so smart and so careful when it comes to this next phase of life. Still we did have another little cheat day and did toast to this new development, though cautiously not counting too too many chickens. We have a long way to go, and it will be years of working around the clock, to make this happen.
Pipe bombs. This is the day all these threatening packages were delivered. The DOW also plunged erasing all the gains it made so far this year. I’m not exactly sure what that means but it makes me happy on some level because the Embarrasment can’t brag about it any more. So okay. I put together the responses we needed to make to get the deal moving. I cooked a steak perfectly. I have call out to the doctor and I contacted Barneys about my Margiela fix that needs happening. N won’t be coming to London which is a bit of a bummer as I would really like to hang. I have a feeling we will be able to do some sort of last minute plan with P+M, probably, after all. That will be important. I am in one big long process of landing, softly. I need to stay very lean and very sane.
So, again, we put together all the thoughts on investment. The next thing to do is get things set up and ready to receive. Bank accounts and so forth and deciding on what structure this business will take. That’s all that can happen on that right now. Switching gears this is what I am looking at over the next two weeks. Okay so obvs I need to get these books into edit mode. I need to add info to the VSB grant about bringing specific people (sponsors) to town. I need to see if Maria will speak with us; I need to fill out final report for last year and scan all that needs scanning and include all the print receipts and so forth. I need to begin writing the show tomorrow, just a tiny bit at a time. I need to start sending get tix/save date. I need to get Excel sheet of venues to Brian. I need to devise my plan for outreach for Glow to both the artists and new venues. I have to promote the Oberon shows. And also do a last minute outreach to people who can give. I have touched base with the Museum School and also with Tatiana von Furstenberg, and I’m hoping to hear back from them soon.
The argument for Boston/Cambridge HQ. Lifestyle would be the keyword of this option. There would be more room to spread out, both in terms of office/studio, but also as we are talking about a less harried and populated existence. Walk to the Acela when needing to go to NYC, which shouldn’t be that much initially. We would be able to cover expenses with a combination of AC and WA and the new GF, ultimately. Silly things like being able to return to healthful practices. We would be working on the New England consultancy. And the proximity to Providence, which may be a great pool of talent, whould be super easy.
Now there are ten pipe bombs. And my eye thing doesn’t show up in old notes so there is that now to deal with. Oh well, what you going to do. I couldn’t sleep last night as I am already, let’s not say obsessing, but I am being vigilant about getting all this new life into play. I have to pave a way to be focused purely, creatively on what the collection is going to consist of and look like. We will have a few off sights after the New Year and get this party started right. We get to look at Paris consultancy now during fashion week. There is an overall elan that goes with all of this. I will surely be looking at budgets and seeing how we can make this work, giving ourselves the basics we need to do this job, while keeping it lean and mean
The argument for New York would be the talent and business pool available to us. The consultancy would certainly do fantastically in that regard. We would probably have a better event business. We surely would be able to work more on the performance as well. It is just kind of ridiculous place. Uptown makes the most sense for living but one doesn’t get a lot for the moolah. But when it comes to shopping, eating and so forth it is really out of control. Even as I’m writing this my gut is telling me that we wouldn’t be happy. It might be that we find a studio there to act as a show room and a home base too for when we are in town. All of it is possible; and we will do whatever best serves the business. I am very much looking forward to this renaissance. The only way to combat the societal blues we feel, very much as a result of social media, is focus on self and ones own creativity.
Even those I know who espouse that ideal, the ones who go off about others posting selfies of them with famous people often then post pictures of themselves with famous people. Those who lament a vanishing downtown NYC or other vestiges of the past in other places to gentrification are those who would sell out as soon as they can. We live in a world of sour grapes it seems. I don’t see the need to continually flaunt the boons in my life. Nobody needs pictures of me at premiers or launches or award ceremonies. It’s all pretty lame stuff. And we do know that it is documented fact that it contributes to people’s depression, sometimes to a very drastic degree. Does it bug me when someone I know who thought I was somebody at some point and tried to friend me and get things from me suddenly disappears or doesn’t seem to want to know me the moment they get some whiff of fame or fortune. Sure. But then again not really.
People have lost their spirituality in a heap of celebrity ussies and posts about their awards or dead pets. I’m so tired of living in so bankrupt a culture. And my own participation in the social media scandal of today will be too participate only as an abstract. Remember autonomy? Remember integrity? Remember anything before NetFlix and the addiction of coming up with euphemism for the orange menance. I do. I think the Amish are onto something. This whole world of technology seems diabolical to me. It’s just a platform of the increasingly mentally ill. I do so enjoy writing in obscurity.
It’s Pesky’s birthday today. I think she is in Los Angeles. It is also Maggie Roche’s birthday. Why am I skeptical about Suzzy selling those CDs. The best album overall is the Maggie and Terre one, prior to Suzzy’s joining the band I think. I know that she supposedly gave the band style; and really they were always fun to watch; and I think she’s probably kind of a nice person, though she was terrifying to me when I jumped up on stage all those many years ago. And she clashes with Terre whom I do love; but I suppose there are indeed always three sides to a story; still I can’t imagine the cruelty. I loved Terre’s book Blabbermouth; in fact I’d like to re-read it. I have been thinking a lot about memoir myself recently—as I write this I forget that this Blague actually mainly consists of, now, nearly four years of daily memoir. It’s crazy.
But I think it might be time to work on some pieces of fiction; or fictionalized non-fiction. Ah the post-modern world. It’s filled with such fun. The one positive thing I can say for sure is that I feel that I have some kind of lifeline now. That there is a net. There is a sense of being able take something and make it into much more. It’s been nearly twelve years since the first iteration of the designs were blown up by that Dracula and his Renfrew. But we will have seen what has happened to them. I will take a look now through my spy portal. Ten thousand thieves. That’s really what we ought to call ’em. Anyway it is all information and all bile under the bridge. Too many wonderful and amazing people out there to waste time on the low and evil. I am writing my story. It begins now. We have had a wonderful time even during the worst. So many people I know can only attempt to be happy if high on the hog and even then not so much. So I appreciate where this journey is taking me and I’m ready for the next steps.
There comes a point in life where you have to say shut up and so what. Or vice versa. I have to put solid things in motion and dive deep into this beautiful new phase of life. Living life on deadlines is becoming a thing of the past. Thought is is rather addicting to have gone from school into a world of writing and the deadlines I dreaded writing papers in college in many ways have never become a thing of the past. Now it’s up to me and I feel really good about that. It’s like having money in the bank you needn’t spend. The convertability of it all is what can be the dreamiest bit. Meanwhile we have such an opportunity to set things up underneath the new business, because the old business in itself has a life that has yet to be fully lived in my estimation. After this Blague today we should really find there is a shift. It’s down/up to me. I’ve said that before. And there is nothing like the extention of assists that you’re determined not to take. It’s about having something not to fall back on, or fall into, but to simply know is there and build from.
Last night was kind of a blowout. We had an amazing dinner. I cooked. Friday fish. Just why not still do the Catholic thing even though no other aspect of it exists in our lives. And yet I remain drawn to the mystics of that religion, and to the Cathars, part of me wanting to renounce everything, always. I wonder what Sus is doing right now. I know she has a new boyfriend to whom she is very attached. I think he’s a clown or a mime or something, which means both she and Jaq married mimes. How weird is that. Well Enz. seems happy and he’s a pretty good barometer. I just think that those who change their personalities to make a bond tend not to include people they know in said equation, like we will out them. We shall see. This is all very much off the top of my head but no less interesting at least to me, my only reader, except for Erin Markey (yes Erin I mentioned you again in case you’re Googling yourself!)
I find it funny that nobody knows from whence we really come. When I say nobody I mean all the young(ish ) performers with whom I’ve worked over the years. That’s also the fun part. I love all the kids from six to sixty. And/but they are in for ashow for sure. All I have to say and all I have to give can not be compressed into one Blague. It can’t be compressed into four or four-and-twenty years of Blague. I seem to be the character on the outs. Like I don’t get it. I know the world is supposedly moving in certain directions but I’m so not going there. Why, why, why do people have to put of constant pics of themselves with celebrities they don’t even know? What does that do for them. We all know a great many famous people. It doesn’t mean we have to trade in them. I would say Sad but it’s already taken by someone I despise.
This next couple of weeks will be telling. We have tickets out (for a few days) to a sort of ancestral land. I mean, being Irish, I don’t know really where my family comes from. Although I do. My cousin Denise who shares my exact Irish lineage, says we are from Cork and North Connaught. It’s funny how my “very English friends” are mostly not English at all. And probably, in fact, I’m more connected by blood to that isle than they are. It doesn’t stop them from playing the part of course which is understandable. Everyone I know who lives in England, and has has some bare bones of means, have turned themselves into ancestral lords of the land. Who can blame them. I would do the same if I could. There is no American equivalent that makes any kind of sense.
I mean really. Our true friends are the same friends (and associates) dating back to 1983-1986. I have to say, for the most part (with very few and sincere exeptions (P+M, GvdK, CF, JVB, N+J), those including high school friends for whom, I admit, after reaquainting with them, I have limited investment…I mean what the ef was that? Crazy stuff went down this sumer that’s for sure.
Cauliflower pizza crust. Those were just some of the watchwords for today. I have been getting a goodly amount of work done, going at a fairly decent pace. The goal is to get to the point where I can just finishing piecing the books all together and then I can begin the promotion and also the work on the new show. I have not been taking as good care of myself as i should be doing these past few days. I hate the constant writing. I cannot wait to be done with it all and moving on to other projects. If this were the only thing I had to write each day I think I’d be far happier. Anyway, it’s Sunday and there’s no reason to get to upset about anything in particular. I sent JLB a note and she wrote back. I will have to respond as soon as I get a moment. I am putting on my list for Thursday, November 8, as something tells me I won’t have time between now and then. I am putting tape over my camera. EW seems to have blocked me on Facebook. The world is going to change. I have to make room for my start up disk.
We watched “I Love You, Alice B. Tolkas” last night and Peter Sellers and Tolkas are both Virgos. And I was struck at how Virgo a tale it was about the Everyman, a morality play about good and bad, if not evil, Virgo virtue and vice. The Zodiac’s Virgin holds a sheaf of grain which will be ingested, if not gestated, wheat separating from chaff, nutrient from detritus, digestion being ruled by this sixth sign whose astrological house governs diet, behaviors, habits and daily routines. Virtue is everyday. As is vice. Every wo/man is in service to decide which they’re serving, “I serve” being the Virgo motto. (The “Tolkas” film is serving brownies.) The sign is also associated with work. Working it and serving It. Peter Sellers, the proverbial put-upon Everyman character might very well find a middle way in the movie.
Anatomy of your spiritual being
Zodiac images are post-its.
To Be Easy.
Starsky & Cox teach you how to Get It.
You’ve got to Let It. Dissolution Neptune.
First house is Get It.
Twelfth house is Let It.
The twelfth house, Pisces, opposite facing fish, the Alpha and the Omega.
The fish of Pisces are the totems of Aphrodite-Mari and her son Eros.
One and the same of course as Mary—Mari, Mari—and the Jesus Fish.
Mary’s della robbia blue gown is the sea fringed with foam, the picture of Aphrodite on her half shell.
Planet Neptune. Named for Roman god of the Se
Warrior First. Holding Vigil
Appreciation 3 prongedNo excuses. Can’t think a bad thougth.
You can’t afford it. Going broke. Can’t afford it.
.makes you feel bad. Have to recovery. Everyone is in recovery. This is the 12 step program.
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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