Virgo 21° (September 12)

We have dinner tonight at Joon Bar with Fauxnique. I actually had a late lunch of a salmon platter with some soothing bloodies. I needed something after last night. I awoke somewhere pre-dawn alone and new ut-oh, things went awry and they did. That’s okay it happens where my snoring can just be too much for anyone to bear. One more thing I have to get in check. I have to say though that I do love a good bloody, and it was spicey and it was raining and it was surely the salve I needed. I can’t say alot here today I don’t think. I believe tomorrow will be the day when some things come together. I’m happy certain checks are in the mail. I must get through this process and shoot myself foreward into the present if not the future. Things have got to give or nothing will. Tomorrow I must be able to sleep a good deal of the day. The shows tonight are Trevor and Bearded and they will be very great and quite good, surprisingly good.  I ultimately had this to say about the first:A belated thank you to Trevor Bachman and Keiji Ishiguri for a spectacular performance of Trevor’s “Shapeshifters Playlist” at the Ninth Annual Afterglow Festival. Year on year (and generation on generation of performer) we have been so fortunate to present amazing emerging talent; while everyone who was there will agree this was surpassingly great! Remember their names! And so happy to have hosted you. And then this about the second:Digging out here so forgive the late expression of gratitude to The Bearded Ladies featuring John Jarboe and Heath Allen for returning to the Ninth Annual Afterglow Festivall with their superfine, smart, funny show, a tuneful twist on Mr. Rogers, which, if you missed it, you must see. So look out for it in NYC, Philly or wherever fresh fish in a tank is served!

It was fun speaking with the F word. She has a lot to say and we all seem to be going through it. I made her a promise that I must keep. And I want to keep it. Again we had Erique taking care of us. What a sweetheart he is. Like an improved Stef. He turned out to be quite odd in the end. There are these other chaps in town, two French guys who own a house and are narcissists and post online every shit they take. The town is becoming a marquee for social media and nothing more. All the more reason to kick it old school. But the world, the world, it seems to be falling apart. What is an outdoor kitchen and why do we want one. Is it naf. Lights go out the walls come tumbling down. I am actually not writing this on the twelfth of the month but the thirteenth. It is part of my particular madness to write this Blague everyday. In just about six months I will have completed my fifth year of daily entries. I will take this to the bank one day. It will be after I write yet another book. I need to maybe move to an affordable suburb (or Maine) by priorities are bathtub and fantastic pool. I am focused 100% on this new path. I will completely forgo the postcard next year and even the hanging of the names posters. It doesn’t do anything I will use whatever money I get to promote by myself on my own. No printing. None of that shit. Do it on a complete shoestring. Screw them. Meanwhile get more funding for what we do this year. It all comes down to the same thing: I have to stay in the right state of mind. And that is exactly what I intend to do. Funny the verb to be trumps the word to do. I originally typed I have to be in the right state of mind, but ten I couldn’t say that is exactly what I intend to do. I had to replace the word be with stay which is also kind of funny as they are so related one to the other linguistically as it is.

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.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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