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This Is What You Get

Libra 11° (October 4)

 

Oh this day will not have gone as planned. It is not my shiningest moment. Not by a mile. It started out fine. Well not really. I had plans for myself which just never materialized; and I tried and tried to be creative in the process but just could not get my brain to work. Frustrated I went out. And then I came back and slept for a good chunk of the afternoon and still woke up in a state and I was not the best company. Still we managed to get out and to the restaurant for an early dinner before the show. While eating the raw Wellfleet clams appetizer I did have the sense that one or two of them tasted sewery; which added to the already poisonous mix going on. I was also in a mood because somehow I lost my reading glasses in the hotel room. I had them. And then they were gone. I suppose I could still call the hotel and see if they have these glasses—you’d think someone would have phoned me though—but actually the best thing to do is to order a whole new bunch of them and just stop being such a baby. It’s like with everything. One way or the other tomorrow I am in my proposal, in earnest. So tonight’s show wasn’t feeling as eblouissant as lasts; and I did overdo it. The curtain speech went fine but I was exhausted and then that churning in my gut that sent me running for the restroom which, at times like this (sorry world) I personally prefer weren’t all gender. Forgive me but if I’m about to have raging diarrhea I prefer it wasn’t in the company of other women, trans or not. I don’t have as much regard for men as I do for them and comparatively speaking would rather sound off and stink up a bathroom with only other dudes present. Anyway, I ended up running out of there not realizing some stuff had fallen out of my bag. Yes it was one of those nights. Happily and most kindly my friends brought stuff by Uber to the hotel.

Here I must take the initiative again in loving the look of black letters on a white page, really one of the more lovely images to illustrate my daily existence. And freedom can be gained in the matter of ninety minutes. All I have to keep doing is this. Just this. I got myself into a tizzy. I’ve been here since the conversation at the hospital. It was such a chance thing but I thought it was something of a sign it wasn’t. My doctor, by the way, reminds me of Dick Van Dyke whose eponymous show I plan to watch sometime next week. I know that’s an odd segue but hey that’s the way it goes. I’m not going to write more than two paragraphs today because I really don’t have to. We have been spiritually sold up the river and we need the rule of law, now, to come home to roost. Rudy needs to be the next arrested, of this I am certain. My stomach is still queazy but what do I expect. Those clams are going to cling and linger. Chomping at the bit. Apparently that is what some editors are doing. I find that very encouraging but also a cause for dread and procrastination. I have to move through as quickly as possible. I wrote a show in five days this year, so surely I can bust out with some fabulous ideas on this one special subject called the Virgo woman. The Virgo woman. It had to be her. I have had so much difficulty with them. Karen, Amy, Anita, the proverbial cat people. Leo woman might be the cat, but Leo woman has them. I think I’m going to go ahead with the money raising plans. I will launch the major offensive in January. I need some big bucks this year to make the next steps happen. It would be fun to have Trevor back. Or Keiji in his own show. I will go down the list. We will create something new and glorious. I hope this finds you happy and well and that you have a brave new year. I missed singing that song last year but wow was Stella ever grand doing the new Scorpio number. Sometimes it’s hard to think Mary Tyler Moore is dead. And now Valerie Harper. People die, someone once said. Where is that someone now. I hope very happy. Some people need to recycle through friends. It’s just something that happens I suppose. Enough of this.

 

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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On That Note

Libra 10° (October 3)

 

Had an appointment this morning with a favorite client then we went to the Naco Taco truck. Was delicious in the extreme, but we don’t we’ll be hungry tonight. I am taking an Uber to  Mt Auburn, will have to get an MRI. Turned out was in the hospital, walked into Harvard Square and stopped to use the facilities at Charles Hotel before strolling slowly to Waypoint to meet. I had some local-ish oysters and a glass of Italian white. Then we sat and shared a picked vegetable salad. S. had some peel and eat shrimp; and I had her usual pasta. I went to the space for half hour whereupon I was met by Sophie who told me the curtain speech was changed once again. I went directly to the trouble-maker and he pretended he didn’t know what I/Sophie was talking about. S. found him incredibly rude which of course he was/is. It’s too bad that this person represents this act. I forsee it being a point of downfall. Also as good as a voice as an artist can have, like our festival MD once said, when people don’t know how to sing properly, the shelf life of their voice can be shorter than they might like. Anyway it was a decent evening if not a bit overlong. I am looking forward to tomorrowland but it might never come. In fact it doesn’t. But for now I’m doing the best I can. And it was nice that we had a new friend on hand to play with. I can’t recall if anyone else joined our table. There was another empty one so I sat apart in any case, just soaking in the experience, which is never that earth shaking. Some people think they are better than they are, but that’s okay too. Look, I need to put whatever I can into what it is I and we are doing as a duo. That very much entails doing what we can to keep the enterprise going. In fact, I need to raise money now to do what I can do in the coming year. This will not be a popular decision, but it will be one to make in any case. I will be putting out requests for folks to give me whatever they got.

I don’t want to feel constrained in my writing. I want things to flow from my brain onto the page a little bit more easily. I am taking the entire day to get thoughts and feels out of my tense shoulders and down my arms and out through my finger tips. I will put Machine Dazzle on the list. And here I go, a little late now in the game, but that will be part of the fun. I want to eradicate the phrase “catching up” from my vocabulary; nobody needs to know what’s going on with me either so I will add to that eradication list “apologizing, complaining, explaining”—it turns out it was Dorothy Parker and not Churchill and certainly not Kate Moss who coined that original quote which I bastardize here. I would have liked Dorothy Parker but she would have eaten me for breakfast and not in the fun way. We love the Golden Girls but the aesthetic of the show makes us so nauseous we can barely glance at the screen. Other people I have let get away with murder when I in fact have gone so wildly unforgiven. I will find a path through the maze. That’s okay. I think I can see a bit of a path this time. I don’t know how to arrange my thinking quite yet but I have this distinct feeling that I needn’t try. I did reach out to Brian to thank him for the help with promoting shows for us, which was a very kind thing to do indeed. I won’t be around past this November show, so I will need to groom Brian in a direction. I wonder if he’s given any more thought to what I proposed. It is too bad that people can never admit their faults. I seem to always be doing so (to a fault). The language we want to use. Hey you two. Hoping all is well and rosey in your world. We’ve been a bit unsure about what to do since your emails from July. We know you were playing catch up from when we chatted a few months before that, and that you were making some hay while the sun shined—and the last thing we wanted to do was pester you or make you feel obliged in any way shape or form to work on this. So we are just jumping in here to say we totally understand if Astercast hasn’t been topping your agenda. And we are just confirming that you haven’t yet done any work on this before we explore options with a few other designers who have expressed interest in taking on the project. We have to be armed and ready at the start of the new year which will soon be upon us. That said, and as discussed before, there will always be opportunities to intersect and collaborate down the line. If all goes to plan, Astercast should require something of a permanent art department at some point. And more than anything, we don’t want to put any kind of strain on our most cherished friendship and we want to eradicate even the slightest feeling of obligation in all of this. Communication is king (and queen) here so there is nothing you can say that will disappoint us. The timing has to be right for you guys!

 

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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Against Type

Libra 9° (October 2)

 

Got up before the crack of dawn , packed as quickly as possible, and hit the road. It was about a three hour journey. We drove directly to High Rise where I had a nice tumeric tea. Off to see Beckett and readings were all over the place. I need to get a handle on it all. Got early check in and went to Sonsie for a salad. Back in hotel doing just a little bit of writing, failing to get very much done. Going to meet downstairs for dinner, which will turn out to be over the top. Lobster, sashimi, skate to name a few dishes. I actually had cocktails which I haven’t had since Italy. Loud people near us. Finally couldn’t hear myself speak and so I asked them to lower their voice. That didn’t go well. But what can you do. Eat a Klondike bar and go to bed. I’m frustrated. I’m tired of blowhards and peace wreckers. I’m tired of the bullying culture. I can’t understand how it is we got to a place where we talk about this loser twenty-four-seven. But that is what he has always wanted that much is for sure. This all makes the world seem devoid of certain spirituality, a dearth of which has already come to define us. I want that feeling again. That feeling. You know the one. Where everything just feels like one big floating yes. I cannot believe authoratarianism has come to our shores. I suppose with McCarthy there was a sense of it. I wonder though if we have encountered anything even remotely like it since.

I am still trying to put the pieces together on how I’m going to hit the next big mark which is a big one for sure. I know I can do it I am actually quite undaunted. That’s what I said yesterday. I feel slightly differently today I must say. Look I just need to get my confidence back a bit; and to feel a little bit of spiritual wind beneath my wings. I have let myself down more than I care to admit this past year, even as things start to finally percolate. I have to go one moment at a time—it’s really the only way for me at this point. There are always reasons why things don’t work out. The only way forward is with a little help from my friends and by that I mean my spirit guides, very few of whom seem to be embodied at the moment. If anything most people I know are pretty much up their own selves. People are dying everywhere and others are still taking selfies and photographing their food. To me that is one of the most vivid expressions of polarity meet with everyday. Once these shows this week are behind me then I’ll have nearly a month before the next one. I have many mistakes to make between now and then. And I will definitely make them. I never intend to let more questionable elements of self surface, but I have come to the conclusion that I have a lot of pain and suffering still seething underneath said surface. I thought I had transcended much of it but it is only coming home (once again) to roost. I have made so many mistakes with people, but I do try so hard to move through and get to the next phase where things can be fun and simple and not derail me.

I don’t know why I feel so compelled to hit marks I set for myself. Other than the fact that it’s all in a day’s work. I can also do less because nobody but me, really, is reading this stuff. There is so much to gain by just sitting back and giving into the flow of the black type on the white page. Maybe that is just the kind of purge my brain really needs. Maybe I just need to set a mental timer for ten minutes for the next one-hundred hours at a pop and see what, well, pops out. I don’t think there can be anything wrong with that. It might actually be just the exact kind of purge that is needed to get me to the next project. Susan Nylund died. She probably won’t remember me. She was a beautiful girl I grew up with whom I rubbed up against, socially, because of my connections to some older characters. She went on to become a model. I just read she died of cancer. People shouldn’t really do that anymore. But we live in world where efforts go into greed and destruction. I am personally trying to find a way to align with my schedule and to then sail out in front of it, the desired to content being the masthead on the prow of the creative ship I’ve set to sail. Instead I often get lost in the need to numb or distract myself, one and the same for me I think. Anyway that was the first ten minute sriting spree and I am ready for the next one. The ten minutes, I’ve decided must include titling and posting. When I can to the end of this next ninety minute challenge I will let you know what’s what. i don’t think I need to do that, really, before the fact. You’l see what I mean, whoever you are. Some day this Blague will have many readers and by then, this will just be some hidden entry, not a gem, no diamond in the coal.

 

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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Down The Hole

Libra 8° (October 1)

 

Rabbit Rabbit. They managed to be the first things we said today. I’m sick to my stomach though because what began as a calm morning turned into one of sick dread and loathing as someone lost their very expensive personal item in which were recorded many important things. If you’re going to make it a point to buy yourself something of that nature you best be damn sure you don’t lose it. Or that you leave it at your home desk. That is just my opinion on the subject. This is why I don’t spend a lot of money on things like this. It is just so not worth it. I really cannot afford this anxiety today to be honest. It’s just too too much. I am always made to feel like I’m the careless one. Accidents happen I realize that; and it wouldn’t be such a big deal if the level of upset wasn’t so distressing. Anyway things are just things. But I did awake that morning thinking what. I was thinking about how my notebooks were stolen all those many years ago. And I suppose it was some kind of prescience on my part. Anyway now I am totally preoccupied and I don’t want to be. I’m already dealing with so many stresses…anyway it really turned out to be nothing in the end because the missing item wasn’t. It was in the glove compartment of the car. Crisis averted and lesson learned. And an hour of my day down the tubes, but there are far worse things. So now to resume our regularly scheduled programming. Well let me just say first how weird this all is because the morning we awoke in the hotel where it was assumed said item was left: I was overwhelmed with pangs from my twenties when I took all my notebooks to Florent for a full day in the air conditioning reading through all my words and annotating—this will be for a show, this will be for a novel, on and on—the prime notebook of which dated to 1983 in which was inscribed a poem I wrote for S. now in her own hand (as she gave me the note book) with the sign off Grenoble, 1983 (now write!). I haven’t refused the command in any case.

So it’s still before ten o’clock in the morning, and I don’t have a client for another six hours, thus I should be able to still hit all necessary marks. Unlike yesterday I actually do need to achieve something tangible today. But still I’m not going to stress myself in the least. I want to have as chill a day as possible. And that requires some focus on my part as much as it does relaxation. I turn on the TV and see these older women in a line holding Women for He who must not be named signs. And all the women have died blond hair. They have died blond hair because they are fucking racists. Okay I’m giving myself exactly fifteen minutes to get this day back on track: So I will get a whole bunch of stuff to Brad, then I will review my history for the dottore, then I will rejig my schedule regarding the book and then I will pack things up. Anything else that bubbles to the surface in this process will be fine. I suppose I can just get this party started and write more later. But I have this weird process of needing to completely certain things before starting others. It’s just the way it goes for me typically but I will give this whole thing a whirl. You’re not reading this anyway. Going to make a move!

And I did. Wound up getting a goodly amount of work done. The trick on Friday will be to go through what I have written on the computer as compared with what I have in the looseleaf book because that will constitute pre-write day one. That will be a good process. We have been relying on old Ab Fab reruns as a traquilizer at night. There is a commercial on TV right now that is using White Rabbit by the Jefferson Airplain…I think  it’s Celebrity cruise line. Good lord. A giant moat filled with reptiles. Russia if you’re listening I hope you take this fucker out. I am doing my very best but not sure it’s good enough. I really do try to strive. Or is that redundant. All I know it that we are filling this fucker out. I have been so abstemious and so focused. And I really am working hard to toe..tow..the line, whatever that means. We made a lovely Caesar salad with our trick-o-shrimp, which is buying already cooked and cleaned shrimp, like for shrimp cocktail, and then we heat up some hot oil and red chili flakes and garlic and then sort of toss the shrimpies in it.

 

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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Corner Turn

Libra 7° (September 30)

 

Last day of September already. Man I am feeling the passing of time. I didn’t sleep well. Woke at 330 and stayed for about an hour then was up again by before six, waking from a nightmare of sorts. Not a scary nightmare but the frustrated kind. The main thrust was two-fold: First, it was in a sort of real time where I knew the coming day was September 30; and I only had this one day to pack up an entire house of belongings to move or put into storage and not only that but my surplus of stuff was spread out over a few different houses, stored in people’s attics; and I also was aware that I never went to (that same old) history class all last semester and never went to the dean to ask for some kind of incomplete instead of just failing. On top of that I took a part in a play that meant I couldn’t work (or earn money) in the evening. Anyway the entire fever dream was so confused, labyrinthine and frustrating and I just had to wake myself up. Strangely, though I hadn’t had a single thing to drink yesterday, I feel oddly hung over, my sinuses aching with sharp pains in the top of my head that come and go. Not that great a feeling I must say. But there is more to this day than me complaining about my aches and pains. I want to underachieve. I want to write a little and get into reviewing the main project at hand but I don’t want to do much else, but for unpack and already start repacking. We are surely not going to Canada now so I will have a choice about what to do with my time on Saturday. Will be fun to just see what happens that day. I am hoping we won’t lose any money on the trip I’m expecting not to. As it turns out we have a year to rebook our trip so that’s totally cool. Will be so nice to get up to Canada again in the Spring with a bulk of work already under our belt.

I will need to rejig my schedule today. Thinking I’ll do that in the four o’clock hour. Between now and then I’ll repack and rejig. I also need to print out the little curtain speech I have prepared for the MGC show. I do need to update things for Brad as well, and put the petty cash together, just as I need to reach out to Terry K and see if we are on the same page. Otherwise I will ask David S to do it. It’s just one of those days where I can’t seem to get enough energy amassed to move the needle in any significant way but that’s fine too. I also have to get my injured pics onto my phone as well. Oh wait no the other way around…I need to get some of the injured pics I have on here onto my phone. I also have to work the “portal” for the doctor. It helps to make the list today; I just don’t feel like actually doing any of it. I need a mind-and-body chill day. I will put a little profile together for the doctor as well. I will see what kind of support I can drum up for my larger projects as I’m not really sure where things stand right now. Again that’s fine. I will review what went down since last I was at (I don’t even know his name), let’s just call him, Doctor Who?. I am writing one short sentence at a time. I’m looking forward to the corner turning. I’m glad we are pressing pause on travel, actually. I want to stay put and go through all the rooms and put things on sale and make my art installation in the basement before it gets taken away. That was kind of a fun project. I wouldn’t mind working on that in November. I suppose we could have made the NYC thing happen but it’s just as well it isn’t. I need to trust that I can take a break and not be punished or exiled for it. And if it turns out we are we will work out something else. Anyway it is just the right thing.

And I need to allow some space for some light to get in. And tomorrow must begin the book work in earnest. Look already this year I have accomplished so very much, and though I might trick myself into thinking that the project at hand is more daunting than others, it really isn’t. My goal must be to have some fun with it. The rest will really keep. I have some gaps to fill in as well. If I were to continue on I would be operating at a deficit, this much I know. I suppose everything can wait in terms of what is in the mailbox. That was an imposing thought. What was I saying? Oh yes, I want to breathe. I want to do my yoga and read my books. I don’t want to do winter here that much I know, so I look forward to finding myself a little place abroad for a spell. It is time to let these go and make room for new experiences. I fully intend to write my show this year, now that I’ve ripped off the band-aid and know what I’m doing. And I look forward to going down the line and making some positive things happen. It’s that year. I cannot waste any time today. I guess, going back to the previous thought, that I am happy to set sites on next year’s show, maybe bring musical director to Provincetown to work with. And this way we could get some future show songs under our belt. This year is going to be all about getting the profile amplified, which is a noble pursuit in itself. Today is the last day of the third quarter and I’m looking forward to making some serious hay in the fourth. And then taking a much needed powder in the first of twenty twenty.

 

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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Visceral

Libra 6° (September 29)

 

After checking out we headed to Barneys so I could drop off my Margiela to get its label fixed once again. We had quite a bad lunch at Tender Greens. Law of diminishing returns. Traffic was slightly heavy but it was relaxing enough drive. The happenstance of the day is boring. So I’m trying to examine my viscera more here. It boggles the mind that certain folks with whom we are meant to be working beam in to send best wishes but totally ignore the fact that we are supposed to be collaborating on something. It puts us in a rather uncomfortable position but we have to move on as we are working on a tight deadline. And so we are moving on. It’s such a tricky thing working with friendly folk anyway. But business is business and we have to proceed, knowing that we tried. Enough said about that. I just wrote more then deleted it. So we are meant to go to Canada next week but it is supposed to be freezing weather already so it looks like we will have to postpone that trip. Besides I have doctors appointments this week and want to clear those hurdles first. I will have a clearer path now to getting my most important project complete this month. That has to be priority one for sure. We have so much opportunity to hit some major marks. But today all I want to do is get myself home and unpack and relax. I have been feeling so great embracing my childlike nature and I am actually looking forward to snapping back into that mode.

We stopped in Orleans to stock up for the next couple of days. I was online at the shop behind this guy who was maybe early forties or late thirties. He had a nice physique and one would guess his background as English or even Welsh, as he had certain traits that I have noticed in friends of mine with that heritage. He was think but peasanty with wide shoulders and short cropped very straight but thick hair. I forget the name of the kind of dog he reminds me of, something with a low center of gravity. He had thick hairy legs but this was the weird thing. He was wearing tan suede loafters and the back of his right shoe was bent down, his heel on it, while the left one wasn’t broken in that way, being worn as one would typically. The skin above his right heel was basically an open wound, like a large circle of skinned knee you might suffer as a kid after a very bad fall. It was so graphic that when my eyes first alighted on it I felt a wincing shock in my viscera. I mean it was quite the open wound, bloody red, skin completely eroded away. And he seemed completely ambivalent to it, though he obviously was wearing his shoe with bent back, like a mule, for that very reason. Then I noticed that his left heel had an exact nearly as bad wound too, hidden as it was, behind the intact back of his left loafter. The shoes were new and maybe they were the culprit in skinning the backs of his heel-meets-ankle—surely the shoes were bloodies inside. No socks, no bandaids. He was wearing wounds. So gross and so fascinating I couldn’t stop staring at them.

Returned home to discover there was a bit of hot water (we hadn’t had any just before leaving) so I thought, quick, I’ll take a shower while it’s warm enough only to discover there was no water pressure. Sometimes we can look at this place on the Cape as being charming but sometimes it just feels dysfunctional and I’m tempted to completely move on. Yet there is something charming about being here and the local characters can be straight out of Newhart. That’s an old reference. I wonder if you know what that means. I have the scared Sunday feeling tonight. Haven’t felt this in a while. It is a very autumn feeling though. That kind of dread you feel when you’re a kid and there is school tomorrow. I need already (once again) to repair. I’m too old for a blow out celebration, nor do I even want that sort of energy in my life anymore. It’s strange I know. We had such amazing messages on my birthday we really did. The kind of synchronicity that one really hopes for, and rarely receives. The main theme of which was Determination. And that is a very good word indeed. There is also a sense of things resulting in success of we just keep that D word going. I’m kind of freaked out by the notion of the triple E virus. There were road-sign warnings about it as you got near the Cape. That would be a very silly way to go.

 

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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So I Say It’s My Birthday

Libra 5° (September 28)

 

I don’t know what time of day I was born because my parents were completely unconscious of things like that when it came to me. My sister had a commemorative plate that outlined every detail that hung in her bedroom. Ironic being an astrologer I know that I can’t quite even do my own chart. Sometime in the morning was the best they good estimate. Whatever. My birth was also portended. I wrote an entire bit about that in my recent show. My mother’s sister shared my birthday and though they were estranged called my mother to say that she was going to have a boy on her birthday. All the best sages are presaged like this so I accept that. Last night was kind of weird. There is just something so off about the brothers grim. I never understand how people can be successful and also drains of negativity. It boggles the mind, but never mind. Some folks just aint that smart but that has never stopped them from getting rich. Sometimes I wish I were dumber than I am. Anyway…ptooo. Got that out of my system. I really want to focus on all that is good this day. I am so lucky to, well, be alive for starters. But I get to spend the this beautiful sunny Indian Summer day in Cambridge seeing not one but two theater presentations. I cannot wait!

Well it was an incredible day really. We drove into town, couldn’t check in, so went for a stroll in the lovely weather, to Clover Food Lab, for a little snack of soup. We went to Felix to get S’s bag restitched and get some shoelaces for me. Walked back to hotel, but room was not ready still, so we went to see the first show of the day, Six, at the American Repertory Theater. What a great production and the songs were phenomenal, sung by each of the six wives of Henry the Eighth. Back to the hotel. They bumped us up and we had a two bedroom suite which will prove to be beneficial as I had a snorey night. We regrouped for a bit and then headed back out to have dinner at Alden & Harlow. We had delicious roated carrots with a sort of custard, large beans in an anchvy sauce, steak with green garlic pancakes, and an egg yolk ravioli, paired with a Chinon. We didn’t order dessert but the serveuse obvs overhead us say it was my birthday and brought us a scoop of vanilla ice cream with a candle in it. Before we knew it, it was time to head to Oberon to see show nmber two of the day, Black Light, with Jomama Jones, who really was fantastic. Wow. We were seated with these professors from Emerson which was really fun. She carried a ping pong ball with her from a Taylor Mac show she saw in Barcelona. Trevor was one of two back-up singers and the show was, in a word, church.

After the show we walked back to Longfellow where I had a Manhattan or two. And then we strolled home and there was this gorgeous tree that I had to hug. Back in the room all i know is that i woke up still wearing my trousers and scarf so I basically passed out. My home boys cancelled their trip to visit me for Oysterfest in October, which is fine. I will be deep into my book project this month and I can use every moment of me time to hit it out of the park which is what I intend to do. Besides, it will be nice to just stroll into town and take some pictures and have some fun that way. Otherwise I might just stay in the house and chill. That could be really fun.

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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We Are There Yet

Libra 4° (September 27)

 

I do understand the need for spiritual communion. I know that’s why people join cults and by that I mean subscribe to any organized religion, even the big three. As someone with no family of origin and no offspring one might think I’d be the perfect candidate. And though I often feel very alone in the world, which, I will admit, has driven me to anesthetize those feelings from time to time, in the main I use those so-called negative feelings to fuel my ambitions and projects, not least of which is championing other artists—I actually feel that’s where I put my parenting, if you will. Why am I bringing this up. Oh yeah: Still I do understand the need to enter into some kind of group dynamic where others are gathering around the same hearth of understanding. And I do miss, and intend to reexplore, my feelings on this score and how it is I might go about making connections that can sustain me. Maybe it would be a meditation scenario of some sort. In the meantime, and because I do need to rekindle my preferred means of exercise, the form of which also constitutes certain meditation, I will start there. And as we find our city and I can nurture other such aspects of self, I will find my way in that regard. I have one major project on my plate for the next four weeks and once I’ve sailed through that, I must say, everything should get easier. I harbor no false hope about what this autumn will entail. Mainly I want to remain healthy and have a good deal of fun. I have to start facing certain challenges without the aid of any crutches, something I also feel should be quite doable. But do I want some kind of community? I do. Do I see myself wearing a nametag and going to the UU, I do not. Can I imagine some kind of Buddhist scenario? Maybe. I was thinking of theosophy…then I went down a rabbit hole trying to remember the name of the great professor at B.U. who taught a course on Webern Schoenberg Kandinsky Mondrian and how they were all theosophists. That’s probably not quite my beat either. I need a little esoteric book shop. I am again thinking about the north shore. We will do a little research this year as things begin to materialize. All will unfold I can’t try to make it.

I got up at five today to get some work done but so far I’ve writeen this far and gone down some rabbit holes and I don’t think I’m really accomplishing much which is also ok I think because the best thing I can probably do for myself is get the hell off this spiral today and take a nice relaxing drive to Boston, well, Reading, where it is a little girl’s birthday and there will be a party and I might as well try to give over and enjoy it. I should be in bed by nine if I can possibly swing it and swing it I shall. I will get to the dump this morning and go talk to Mike the mechanic. Why are all mechanics actually called Mike? I still as yet have not heard back from half the fellows I invited up to the Cape for Oysterfest, but that might be just as well. I have my own ideas about that in any case. We shall see what we shall see. I do want to make an appointment with Boston University about my transcripts because it is really bothering me that it was they who basically ruined my grade point average. They had nothing set up. I’d like to make a case about that. I also very much want to thread back through our “world” and put all the pieces together and make a plea for Bostonia magazine. There are certain holes in my experience that I very much now want to see filled. I am very much looking forward to the collaboration with Tim. And to the proliferation of these new books in a major way. I want to go through each and every one of my friends. If I send one hundred notes per day for forty days that’s four thousand people. I don’t see why I can’t put something like that together. I would like to hear back from Joe’s Pub that is also leaving a bit of a hole in my experience; it’s me and my disability to achieve closure on things, of this I am aware.

So I have an hour before I have a bit here at home and head north. So I’m forced to finally sit down and reckon with what’s going on. En route to that I am having to weed through some accumulated papers; and as is my custom I might just type a few of them in verbatim. One: Sextrology wallpaper (which is weird because I wrote Ken Fulk yesterday in regard to astrological wallpaper he did with someone). “A system by which everything is ordered.” Survery Sextrology take the impersonal points and list them thusly, writing a more philosophical treatise. Two: Instagram Afterglow start with existing folks and take tons of pics and follow and post all shots of previous festivals and tag people (sounds like such an obvious thought, why I had to write this down I can only chalk up to mind racing in a thousand directions). Three: Calypso then October 7 (this means for Blague purposes I should go back to these dates for fodder for material for writing and for a possible one man show—little did I know I would be forced to write a one-man show, with music, in the course of five days in order to replace an irresponsible performer backing out last minute. I still need to bring this to pro-bono lawyer in Boston once I get a hot minute. All other papers went into the trash and now I have forty minutes to start reacquainting myself with the process at hand which is the most important thing on my plate now and for the next month. I can ill afford any more distractions and must instead go deep into the proverbial zone.

 

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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Changing Gears

Libra 3° (September 26)

 

So today is last full day here on Cape this week and we have carved out time in the afternoon to take our beach walk moving up one of our clients. We have the two guys we met at the Hovey joining us next week for first night of the Martha show, well we did. One of them beamed in today to say they’re not coming so that was annoying. People don’t understand how reserved seats work. I remember this was an issue when I bought John D. a birthday present of tickets to see a show at the Public Theater and then day of he cavalierly said he wasn’t coming. Just one of the many ways he was oh-so considerate of me. When it came to friends, back in the day, I could really pick ‘em. Anyway he’s irrelevant. Although I did have a brain wave to look inside his book on Amazon to see if he actually thanked Mary which I had hoped he had and he did so that is saying something. The gaslighters among us do get away with murder until they don’t. I always feel bad for the baddies because of the karmic pay back. Anyway we were once quite good friends but I was constantly cutting off corners of myself to accommodate that and it was my fault because I let him get away with murder. Funny how it has been now over five years since our friendship divorce. I’m all the better for it. I suppose I miss the person I thought he was not the actual person he truly was which, I have to admit, was someone who made people cry on a regular basis. Come to find out most people in fashion world think he’s a weirdo. He is and always has been. Somewhere on some kind of spectrum I suppose. That is why I guess he realted to Boo Radley so well. I wish Will and Grace was on tonight (a propos of nothing except that it’s Thursday) but it isn’t. I have made it a policy to stop contacting people with whom I have one-sided relationships, always being the one to reach out. Fucking bored of that shit. Anyway I have to write a press release:

 

October 8, 2019 Provincetown, MA:  “The duo behind Sextrology, a wildly popular astrology tome whose straight-forward attitude has been embraced by the chic set” (Vogue): Celestial wordsmiths and creatives Stella Starskyand Quinn Coxhave collaborated on a line of flagship astrological themed tee shirts with artist Tim Convery, whose bold, graphic Tim-Scapesprints and products, rendered in his original “Duct Tape” typeface, have made an indelible imprint on the design landscape. From his Provincetown Tim-Scapes store, established in 2010, Convery first effectively re-branded the town, its millions of visitors (and residents too) swathing themselves in his intrepid pictoral designs that incorporate his unique distillation of the PTOWN moniker, plastered on everything from tees to hoodies, totes to mugs, key chains to bumperstickers. Since, its inception Tim-Scapes has gone on to capture other towns and cities, mainly in artistic prints, a nod to vintage travel posters, and to publish books and create logos for charitable organizations to which Tim-Scapes donates a portion of sales from their related designs.

 

Provincetown friends, Starsky + Cox were there the indeption of Tim-Scapes, encouraging Convery to realize his signature vision. Collaboration, a decade-long point of discussion, was just a matter of time. And, softly this past summer, the Starsky + Cox X Tim-Scapespartnership was launched, first, with a line of twelve [kind of cotton?]unisex Zodiac tees, in five sizes, the fronts of which portray a team-effort, still trademark Tim-Scapes distillation of the signs’ names, [cream]on black, graphically punctuated by pictoral elements native to their symbology; and, on the backs, evocative key words, [in matte/shiny black type]that wearably “spell” Starsky + Cox’s own endowment of cosmic empowerment. And, in true Tim-Scapes fashion, Provincetown is populated with folks ubiquitously sporting what the trio have christined the Astro-Scapestees. Available exclusively at the Tim-Scapes store, 208 Commercial Street, Provincetown, or from the company’s online shop at TIM-SCAPES.COM, the tees are just the beginning of what is designed to be an ongoing Starsky + Cox X Tim-Scapes collaboration with additional apparel and accessories, as well as jewelry and home deisgn products also in the stars.

 

Have a client in about ten minutes and then, as I said, I’m heading to the beach. The good thing is that tomorrow I really can get up at five and work for three hours before even running any errands and get everything squared away and when I get to the children’s birthday party I can work again. And again in the morning. We will get early check in and mainly I will just enjoy my day. I was just compelled to go to Facebook to look something up and now I’ve forgotten what it is. Typical. I really don’t have the sharpest mind anymore I fear. Oh I remember now…I was simply going to say happy birthday to someone. We went for another beautiful beach walk and I made a kale-potato soup, substituting turkey bacon for linguica which isn’t quite the same but preferable in these parts. I am looking forward to impeachment season I only hope the Democrats know how to continue to drive this baby home. We cannot have another nothingburger scenario as outlined by the evil Republicans. We need major evidence and then all the rest of them will come around. Meanwhile they are eating themselves anyway so I won’t worry too much that they haven’t got such surplus dishonor in their blood to bring them to their knees. It is time for a new day.

 

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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Perchance To Dream

Libra 2° (September 25)

I promised myself I would never fly coach again, not that premium economy is going to be that much  better. But for short flights to London, especially, it doesn’t make sense to overspend for the better class. I mean it is amazing but it simply isn’t worthy it. Better to pack some delicious food and have oneself ones own feast and get some work done; especially if one is traveling by day. Personally I like flying on Christmas or on Boxing Day. There is no need to stick around New England once family obligations are met. Again, for me especially. All this to say such topics come up on beach walks this time of year when there is hardly anyone on the beach but it still feels nearly like the full glare of summer. I’m starving. I’ve been eating very little these days admittedly. But it is all in service of my silhouette, my health and my confidence which steadily increases as my weight goes down. Also my anxiety. Although I may be more tetchy in the moment, I am far less nervy in the long run if I keep things extremely real. Getting my haircut so I’ll write some things that need writing by hand and record them here later. Case in point:

Hello I’ am Quinn Cox, founder and Artistic Director of Provincetown’s Afterglow Festival (which takes stage every September) and the creator and curator of this, the Afterglow @ Oberon series collaboration, here, with the American Repertory Theater.

The non-profit Afterglow Festival, now entering its 10th year, is dedicating to 1) Preserving Ptown’s birthright as the birth place of the modern American stage and as a century-old incubator for progressive theater and performance in myriad forms and 2) to thus carve out sactred stage space for progressive, innovative non-commercial performing artists (in an extremely gentrified town where even stage space is real estate and all but exclusively filled with Broadway stars or RuPaul’s drag race contestants demanding exhorbitant ticket prices) which can only happen via our not-for-profit efforts.

Soon after we started Afterglow we began producing some of our artists here, one night only, Justin Vivian Bond, Bridget Everett and others. And five years ago we decided to create a series here to bottle the Afterglow experience because, like Provincetown, Cambridge used to have a thriving rather avant-garde performance scene and truthfully, the consensus amoung our “family of artists” was that there was no existing home, no venue, and no audience in Boston Cambridge, like existed in other cities like NYC, Philadelphia, San Francisco, Los Angeles, New Orleans, Austin, and London of course.

So here we are. Tonight marks the opening night of the Fifth Annual Afterglow @ Oberon series. (Applause). And we indeed have found a home, thanks to the American Repertory Theater, and if you lovely people are any indication I think we have found an audience too. And we are very grateful to you. We have a great season ahead which is detailed on the flyers on your tables and placed at the entrace. Take them home put them under your favorite fridge magnet or on your vision board or what have you.

And we cannot be more pleased and proud to open our fifth season with a killer artist whom we have presented four times in Provincetown—maybe that’s where you first saw them— and who tonight is making their Afterglow @ Oberon debut. Without further ado, please put your hands together for “The Martha Graham Cracker Cabaret.”

Anway that’s what I will say not in so many words this coming week. I am also arranging schedule and had the idea to propose going to Provincetown in support of the tee-shirts and seeing if Tim maybe wants to do a mini event. I think it would be a good idea. Which brings me to my next project—I need to write a little press release about the tees that can go out widely, and then I can always tailor one to promote the them in local press. Speaking with our friend Raina yesterday she was recounting how people come into her restaurant wearing them—like couples, together—bragging about them. I think they can be a big hit for the new year, and they will be promoted on our own website too which is launching so I think the timing will be really great on that score as well. My sleep has been really weird. I think because I have absolutely zero in my system (do gummies count?) and I sleep deeply and dream vividly (and super sexually lately) but I wake up in the night, like wide awake, like I could drive across country awake, and then I’m fatigued in the day. But it’s all part of the process I think of coming down off a rather holiday-ish summer and then the full-on-ness of festival and such. Which reminds me, people who pledged haven’t yet given. Getting on them.

 

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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