Sagittarius 14° (December 6)

So it’s Sunday. We decorated the tree last night, which was good fun. I’m going to spend the day putting the entire chronology together for the new counsel—fun. Obviously not something I want to have to do but it is necessary. My dream life is pretty wild. I do feel I’m getting to a good point in my process. I have connected with some childhood friends on the old book of face. We continue to go through and chuck things that we know we aren’t going to need. Some days I feel completely overwhelmed by it all, while other days I feel like, well, if we had to, we could likely pack up in a matter of two weeks. It will be an interesting time, and I want to do everything I can to avoid spending more money and having more stress, however the righteous path of standing up for oneself and one’s principles is the true north that needs following. Especially during dark times such as these, it is unfathomable to me how it is and why it is that someone would want to be so consciously meanspirited. It’s just wrong. And I pride myself on always being on the side of right. Some days that takes extra cups of coffee, sometimes not. Today I am going to dig down and put the project into works in time for our chat tomorrow. S. will speak to the Jazzagals. I do wish I had more of my own community, even a virtual one, but guys are crap. And in some way all the fellows I grew up with are all up their own a-holes, not in a terrible way, just that they are so preoccupied with their own problems (families) and marriages (divorces) and finding their various ways to anesthetize themselves (cannabis, religion, to name a couple. I wonder if they think I’m equally self-involved. I wish I were more self-involved and not always feeling the pain of being on my lonesome. But there you have it. I will knock off early because, frankly, all I can think about is cooking and drinking wine. And so I will make one of my go-to crowd (of two) pleasers, flounder, which it must be said nobody can quite make as well as I do. Eating a lot of fish is something I do on the regular, and though I don’t like to drink on a school night (lying through my teeth) I’m going to get some buckets of wine and have a grand ol’ eve.

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1246-1250. 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.

Woke to Stella not feeling stellar. We were meant to go to Maine but we stayed put. I did work in bed setting up a Boston Globe article which worked out well, timing wise for the journalist. Speaking of journalism:

I was talking about being a journalist. I started at Passion magazine in Paris in 1986 than moved to New York in 1987 where I worked at an Avenue magazine offshoot called On The Avenue; at the same time I became managing editor then editor of DV8* which was a downtown music, fashion and art magazine that club kids like James St. James and Michael Alig would circulate for us at clubs like the Tunnel, Limelight, Palladium and The World. I then became managing editor of The New York Social Calendar which was a hip rag that was put in the new breed of luxury hotels like the Royalton and the Paramount where Where magazine wouldn’t fit. I freelanced for a number of magazines and newspapers including Paper, The New York Observer, Stop, In-Style, where I was a party reporter and Detour, where I wrote big celebrity features, The New York Times and the Boston Globe. I also was a field producer of a television show called Ooh La La made in Canada by the people who produced Fashion Television with Jeannie Becker. I did fashion pieces for youthy magazines like YM, Mademoiselle and Teen People. Soon, though, people got wind of Starsky + Cox and we/they began writing horoscope columns and features for seemingly every publication from Paris Vogue, Allure, Cosmopolitan, Elle and Teen People, Star, Glamour and ultimately the Daily Beast (if you can believe we had a short-lived column there which ultimately became our own brand of Haute Astrology). Meanwhile under my real name and also under Stella’s real name I wrote for Neimann Marcus “The Book” which was pretty prestigious and allowed for more creativity than journalistic outlets, even though it was considered advertorial


The word nemisis is literally from the goddess Nem-Isis, who was the shadow twin of Isis. An archeytpal Debby Downer if you will.

In my life, I believe, that I have had one nemisis, which is different from an enemy. A nemesis might be closer to a frenemy but one of the two people in the equation might be bordering on restraining order. My nemesis has actually tried to kill me, oh so subtly, but I don’t take it personally as he tries to kill everyone he “loves”, oh so subtly, because he has this weird worship/destroy attitude toward people he suspects are smarter, more fortunate or talented than s/he. This nemesis is no longer a nemesis in that I am in no way any longer emotionally involved with this character. Someone close to me probably warned me by saying something like: Anyone that wants to get that close to you so fast is probably not someone you want to know (or probably will know in the longr un because they are going to assert some narcissistic agenda). True dat. Funny thing about narcissists: They stage things like farewell tours and then they don’t go away.


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.

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