Taurus 24° (May 13)
So this is day two of personal lent and I am solidly, still, at that round number. I’m excited about this process because last night my sleep was already ridiculous and I am becoming addicted. I was thinking about Circadian Rhythms and wondering if it relates to Circe. Let me check. Well, no. Circe apparently means bird, which Circadian comes from latin meaning “about” (circa) and dies meaning day. So about the day. The natural rhythm (of someone) during a twenty-four-hour period. It is nine a.m. and I am officially an hour late in starting my day. But do I care? I should say not. I am well on my way and that is all I need say about that. I want to write this Blague today separate from other influences, so that means separating time into units, something which I am very happy to do. It’s only time after all, a construct, which hardly exists at all. I could likely do all I need to do in the course of one day. But I shouldn’t kid myself because there is real work at hand, and real work requires coffee, and I definitely need to get some in my system—stat. I don’t have to make lunch (turkey franks and beans) today; and dinner is leftovers (roast chicken and bok choy) so I have a very clean shot, you might say; and anyway once I get over this last hurdle to being solely in this new book deal the better all will feel. Meanwhile, I gotta tell you, I have never needed a coffee more.
So the plan is this: work on the book for the next fifteen months, by which time there should also be something of a product collection. The gist of the book is really personal development, so this will be the main direction. I would love an office and a shop by 2022. I think it would be so brilliant to have the ability to put all these pieces together. It would also be nice not to have to immediately sit down and write another book, which I think is very much doable. In the meantime, over the course of the next two years, the podcast and social media and all that kind of stuff is going to sufficiently come to bear. Oh well, I really thought today might be different, but here I still am. It is clear to me that there are certain things in life I just don’t want to do. That’s the long and the short of it. And I have to steer clear of things that will throw me into cul-de-sacs. It is my own damn fault, well partly. The fact is I’m traumatized. The work I’ve taken on was supposed to happen while I was in my little lockdown in my little appartement in little ol’ Paris. But the shock of being ripped away from there and landed back here in this nightmare reality where the person in charge of the country is a madman, a bully, and a child is just too much emotional fuckery to stomach. At least in Paris, even the tiniest convenience store has food that is miles better than what one would find here in a so-called gourmet shop. You can buy better wine at Monoprix than at some overpriced wine shop on Cape Cod. I don’t know kids. The whole thing seems completely upside down to me now, it truly does. And that aint just whistling dixie. The trick will be to outline everything today and get it out of my hair.
Some things bear repeating:One of which would be Filling In. That is to say getting things done that might have been done long ago, that fills in empty spaces in our plan. Like beefing up the mailing list and followers. Like our Wikipedia page. Like getting a good voice activated program going. Like going over the collection. Going over the biz plan. Filling in the gaps, girl. Then there is the setting up: Conceptualizing sidebars along the way, definitely putting a festival together falls into this category. Then, third category would be clearing out. And for me that dovetails with creating a sacred art and performance space, you guessed it, on premises. If those kinds of things could swirl around my main task at hand, added to which will be clients and exercise and the making of meals, I think it might be possible to make this shizz sizzle. I would be working remotely at some point later in the year. And yes, I am aware that you have no idea what I’m talking about. The good news is that, moving forward, you are going to get a glimpse of some new thoughts on the subject of astrology and our own personal evolutions. Won’t that be fun. And I do maintain that the absolute best part is going to be what I can do toward getting rid of a whole lotta junk in the basement and attic, and those aren’t metaphors. I mean that for real. For, in this process of creativity, I am going to try and create a more artistic environment in keeping with the creative output. If Marc Maron, my nursery friend, can do it, then so can I. And by that I mean operate a podcast out of my garage. Marc and I have parallel lives. My life is definitely happening elsewhere, that much I can tell you; and it is now up to me to bridge the gap, in time and space, between me and me. There is no boon to this present circumstance, but I will admit that the global shutdown only makes me feel less alone. As someone who feels in a perpetually state of shutdown, whether self-imposed, or via the ostracization by others.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 266-270 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:
There is nothing to post from the five previous Blagues I read today from the past. I am reading five Blagues a day this (my sixth) year of writing this, so that I will have read through all five previous years.
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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