Cancer 7° (June 27)


I am slowly turning the page today and it feels pretty wonderful actually. At least it doesn’t feel terrible. The truth will be the truth and all this too shall pass. Getting money in to give out to artists. Connecting with my teenaged boy friends, that is to say my friends who date back to teen age. Life was going so well and I was so inspired. We were working hard but also loving it all. I might have been enjoying myself a little too much, I dunno. But I’m certainly paying for it now. It is, as they say, all good. And I am making a break for happiness. I am so saddened by the death all around me. I finally learned about Charles I. It was a bit of history of which I was never really that clear. I have had friends reach out to me because they find me unduly angry on social media, which is pretty much bullshit. If you aren’t angry there is something wrong with you. Certain people can post their narcissistic rants over and over again, day in and day out; but if I so much as utter a sound people tend to pounce. That is going to change this year ahead as I fully remove myself from the fabric of this particular land. I was contacted as part of the community:

 I appreciate having been included here. Stella and I read your email with care and interest. Many thoughts come to mind that I won’t immediately express here. Bottom line: We would definitely welcome inclusion in a larger discussion (of the Zoomish variety) were you to organize something of the sort.

For starters, as performers who aren’t solely reliant on performance as our means of survival, we aren’t struggling the way others receiving this email might be. The performative aspect of our larger body of work has always been an integral part thereof, whether solo or as a duo, and we might be of service in shedding light on how to add more spokes to artists wheels as they move forward in all of this. But let me back up. Presenting and fostering other artists has always been a part of our larger relationship with the stage…

With the Afterglow Festival (which was to celebrate year 10 in Provincetown in September) and its Afterglow-at-Oberon series at A.R.T. in Cambridge both on pause (not to mention any appearance we might do at Joe’s, any proceeds from which we always donate to the festival in any case: I quickly switched gears and redirected my fundraising efforts, in effect, turning Afterglow into a “relief fund” mechanism for artists. So now, through the end of the year (and let’s face it, probably beyond) money we bring in is swiftly being sent out in check for to artists raising their hand for support.

Our (not so boring) day job, as you may know, is consulting people and our clients mainly hail from the creative worlds of entertainment, art, fashion, design, publishing, etc. (with some top level academics thrown in for good measure). As hoaky as :”being astrologers” might sound on knee-jerk level to those who don’t understand the more rounded service we offer our clients (Stella actually is a psychiatrist, bringing the science, while I do have certain gifts on the other end of the spectrum, which makes the entire experience rather metaphysical), we have nearly 20 years experiencing helping people be the best iteration they can be. This is in large part steeped in how to make their professional/artistic lives more rewarding and a source of thrivation.

So what am I saying? I guess that though we are surely not the most house-packing members of the Joe’s Pub performing community, we nonetheless have experience, both for ourselves and in our practice with private clients and in our non-profit work fostering other artists, in generally supporting and fostering upward-spirals in people’s experience. I always say that blazoned upon the umbrella under which we do all we do, our careers as authors, too, included, is the single word: Uplifters. 

It is as such that we offer ourselves up here if and when you need us!


The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 466-470. 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.  (For thirty days this paragraph will include this parentheses to say: I realized that in the summer of 2016 I actually didn’t post for some time, such that for the expanse of two months, I will continue to number the past Blagues, as above, five at a time, but there will be nothing to post from that period.)


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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