Taurus 9° (April 29)

It’s about 3PM in the afternoon and I hope to get enough of an interesting Blague hammered, here, with some speed and accuracy as I have myriad to-dos on my list today. What I’m most interested in doing is communicating to myself what marks I must hit on a daily basis, from May to September, as this is the time of year where I add a huge chunk (producing my non-profit theater and performance festival) to my quotidien grind, which by rights, should be anything but. I must admit I don’t feel particularly unshaky as my inner ears continue to have a mind and life of their own. But it does come down to more than that. There is a certain level of sobriety that I feel needs to be achieved; not in the traditional sense (although certain abstainance is always a good idea at intervals during the year) but moreso in light of my interpersonal relationships. I’ve pretty much spoken up where and when it has been necessary; and I’ve surely given both B. and D. (oh, and Sven, too) a snootful to suck on (and up); but beyond that I really don’t feel as if I am at war with anyone, or need be. I mean I never want to be at war with anyone, but that has not been my fate overall. When you are working in any kind of public arena you will brush, bounce, bump up against others who will (try to) use or exploit you in some way. I have had artists come to festival for instance and purposefully tell their friends and other would-be audience to stay away because they are “working in progress” and otherwise collecting the same stipend I fundraise for them, disallowing us from recuperating any monies that we do put out. I find that sort of thing reprehensible. Just as I find people at other venues poaching artists to be a sleaze move.

And then 3pm becomes 4:30 and you find you strayed away to make beds and vacuum the whole house and get the chicken stock going and shoveled the ashes out of the fireplace and flossed your teeth and put a sweater you need for New York into a delicate cycle and called Barneys New York in Boston to see if they can recommend a place to mend cashmere. And in that time you’ve also tried to further hammer some performing artists into slots for the coming festival and series seasons. A kingsized mattress was delivered. Did you know they come in boxes now? And so I’m having someone come and take the exiting one away. Also I think I found a service in New York City where I can ship my moth eaten cashmere to be fixed and they will ship it back. Something called AlterKnit. I have to ready the festival website for givers. I need to work through a casting list and get these shows booked. May is going to be a combination of reading through old Blague entries, writing a new one, working on rejigging the proposal, getting brain around sample material and format for all of the signs. Only on weekends and in the evenings can I work on the festival I think. There are only so many hours in a day. By June the rejigging and the sample content should be complete. And there should be notes on what might make a good show. And then June will be piecing that show together into some kind of script for myself and then I have all of July and August and a third of September to get the rest into works. I should be able to finish the HA books completely in July as my daily work on the boat which could be a lot of fun. August will be all about rehearsing and hopefully getting some musical accompaniment going. Maybe I can have Drew or someone come up and visit. But probably better to get a player here that can handle it or see if Matt would like to do it. The point is that we have a number of possibilities for pulling this all off.

I won’t even be thinking about the new circuit, either, until May or June. And that can be in the course of any given day. I will reach out to Becca at Endicott and see if she would like a repeat performance by one of our artists. I need to also put a letter out to the artists to tell them what I’m on about. September would be a great time to start talking to the corporate folks about fundraising for my “circuit.” I need to build allies systematically. And it’s all about units of time. One of the secrets of success. The difference between multitasking and seamlessly juggling is a very fine line that much is certain. Anyway thanks for letting me vent the disparate thoughts in my head today. (And spewing some resentments I’ve felt over the last couple of days) It’s been most helpful, dear reader, and I promise I’ll get back to more cosmic things soon. But some days I need to just be a human being.

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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