Sagittarius 29° (December 20)

I’ve let a couple of days go by and now I’m playing a bit of catch up. Trying to remember what this day was actually all about it was just two days ago Sunday. But there you go things tend to be a blur. I know that there is some combination of driving back and forth to eastham overshooting the mark pre dinner but making some yummy food . Tonight’s going to be Putin Oscar someone’s decided so that’s cool. I’ve also rocked a chowder and then doing salmon and flounder which I swear to God I think I’m going to start growing gills. So yeah I’ve been kinda feeling many fields and figuring out what I want to say next in the process of this book which is totally cool I came to the realization that these packs of pre work that I did which I started to feel like I wasn’t even using such that I would have wasted a whole bunch of time will be super useful in the end I just need to plow through and really say anything all of which can be replaced on the second round you roundy I received a lovely whiskey from Scotland I must send thank you note remind me. 

Taurus is notoriously unstraightforward in his approach to just about everything. He can be oblique, usually asking others a series of questions (to which you already know the answers, Taurus) designed to illustrate his desired agenda without seeming to assert it. It really is quite genius, his ability to make others believe his desired outcomes are all their ideas. When we say you are evocative, Taurus, we mean it quite literally. You draw others out to make decisions and take action, with your signature leading questions—do you think we should maybe do this or that?—such that you seem to only ever be offering suggestions and, therefore, off the hook of responsibility should things, decidedly, go pear-shaped, which they mostly do not. The Taurus man is very selective in his relationships and, for better or worse, every person has a purpose in his life. Aspiration is at the front of his mindset, and Taurus is propelled forward in life, primarily through his associations. He is not typically one to go it alone in life. He needs to be appreciated, in every sense of the word. It’s a paradoxical thing, in that he can be sycophantic in the extreme toward those whose company he is seeking to keep, while at the same time he may be relegating these folks to mere stepping stones. Still, this may be a useful necessity in navigating the figurative garden landscape of the Taurus man experience. 

The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 1316-1320. 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.

Fell asleep ridiculously early and woke up at around 10PM and then couldn’t sleep all night long. I just ended up watching old movies and having a sort of dark night of the soul letting story lines (like Beth’s in Little Women) move in on me and make me wail and purge—much needed. I managed to cook a roasted chicken but otherwise I have been off food since last evening. I’ve been binge-watching season one of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, as well. I didn’t see Daniel Goldfarb’s name on it but I did some research and he comes in as producer in season two. We only met this writer once because Charlize Theron and company put us together during our WME years when there was talk of our creating a show. I still think this is a possibility and I might reach out to Dan directly some time in the future. For now we are having to build our own profile here. But it surely is on the list of desired larger projects. Anyway I think the Masel show is charming and the lead actress as well as Alex Bornstein, well really every one is pretty great on it. The writing season one was fine. There were great things about it. I’m not sure how I feel about this Lenny Bruce character but it’s kind of cool. The Jane Lynch character had to be based on something; in fact the whole thing makes me feel like it is; but that story line in partcular was over the top. Maybe something to do with Jane’s performance the second time we see her? I do love her though.

Anyway the larger dreams are what needs come into view now. My brain just needs some serious airing out after this year; and my body could use a nice steaming as well; I look forward to getting back into the hot room. Fairly desperate for it actually. It is simply something that needs be. The direction everything is going is really tantamount to investing in myself and our shared brand—the only way I’ll be able to do the championing of others bit, now, is if it happens super easily. I do need to explore new options for performers for this coming year; although I believe I can put together a fairly decent roster from the characters that are currently floating around. People truly enjoy certain acts and there would be no reason not to have some of them return. At this point many people have become too big; the second generation of folks want fame not festivals; and I’m just now tapping into other artists whom I can champion. All in all I will work my usual magic and then some as I transition out of doing this myself. I think that a decade of doing Afterglow would still be a goal I’d like to achieve; as I move my way into expansion via the new “moveable feast” circuit I’d like to set up in New England via support from some real investors.

Back on track today and devoting my full attention to creative projects at hand. We had a lovely chat with Patty Poo and a decent rehearsal; the theme of this year’s show seems to be “no brainer”. I feel I want to creatively add a clearer message. And isolate where this breakdown of 1, 2, 3 appears. You could go on any cosmic metaphysical journey of comparative religion and other mythical, symbolic, metaphorical, and archetypal archetypes, but you chose ours. And so yes welcome to our open sleigh. Anyway, this sort of thing seems wise.Little by little things will get accomplished and there will be frustrations along the way, but really, what it comes down to, is staying clear-headed and to continue to absorb everything that has to be uploaded to my often sievelike brain. Anyway I miss getting up early and thus getting a jump on things; but right now I’m better off staying up as late as possible because we will need to be night owling this coming week. For me it’s about destressing. I have a nice ninety minute massage scheduled for Saturday and my whole meditation is to come down of all stresses and, to do that I have to be rather a temple lest I become a tetchy mess. When it comes to the words of this show it’s really up to me so I’ll need to be vigilant vis a vis my own lifestyle this coming week; I can have some fun on Sunday, but even then I don’t want to stay out too late or overdo. I was looking more closely than I ever have at my skin and lordy be I look a lot more dried and crinkled than I used to. Anyway it’s all fine and there are only ever two answers to any of these questions about life and they are yoga and meditation.

All that said there is nothing to bemoan. I’ve been pretty lucky up till now given my treating myself like a cheap date. There is this spectrum, in our vernacular between superpower and shadow side; and one can go for a long time without paying much attention, letting things be rather lax. Then comes the moment when things naturally switch and you have to slide back into home base. I think that’s what’s happening here. A little clearout, letting ones organs shrink back to normal size. Ha! Well in certain cases the opposite may be true. Anyway it’s important to be your best. I think one of the weirdest manifestations of social media is sharing your “journey” with other people; I didn’t care if you were fat to begin with (was I supposed to since you have been fat for the last thirty years some of you?); apparently you were. Because you’re no such an egotistical nightmare being thinner. I definitely liked (all of) you much better when you were fat. And don’t get me started on people in programs sharing their day count, well, daily. Don’t you belong to an anonymous organization. Then by all means keep it to yourself out here in the public domain.

Do you know TEEN? Teeny Lieberson and her three sisters. I’ve always fascinated by bands that are made up of siblings. I would have liked to have nice siblings instead of the one evil sister I do have. Or did. I mean it’s quite a long time now, over twelve years, since I had to endure her presence. And really it’s still so raw, the whole of my upbringing up to that point, that there has been no real joy in relieving it and since a person’s first one-person solo play should be either autobiographical or involve appearing at one point only in a pair of tighty wighties, something from which I feel obliged to spare you, I havent really been able to find a solid way in up until this point. I do need to stick to certain formulas but I also have to find the flow here. I am definitely interested in riding an abundance wave in the New Year. That actually could be my resolution I suppose—sure, why not.

I will spend tomorrow with script in hand. I will get a haircut early in the day. Then we have Matt at noon. I think I really like the band Interpol; I wonder how that is looked upon generally by people. Not that I care. I believe I miss our Los Angeles years quite a bit lately and am looking forward to doing business there in the coming year. I really am quite happy to have this creative venture, as I am all my creative ventures. I found an international student i.d. card from 1997 when I was too old really for it; but having it, obtained through a friend’s flexible travel agency, our tickets to fly back and forth from, States UK, States Europe, was basically peanuts if I remember. Or I might have been reading Vidal’s Palimpsest. I don’t think I ncessarily need a gimmick. Though I don’t want to just be some talking head where I speak; that’s one thing I liked about S.’s show—she found a way to deliver messages different ways without getting too hoakey or having to create more work for herself. I should start very simple and just start using what I wrote back then, dating back to first time on the new boat, and bits and bobs might make their way directly in, a preposition which shouldn’t end this sentence or paragraph.

I will start playing outfits tomorrow too I suppose. I suppose that on the twentieth of the month I could put together a nice plea for people who might want to send to a last hour help. I will also circle back round to the would be interested parties to see if we could get Brian’s stuff going. I’ll get Dan’s show moving. And we will have to fix yet another hole in the programming, which doesn’t feel particularly fair or necessary but that’s life. People are truly set on different speeds and I am one of those who are always early or at least exactly on time; I also tend to get a lot of work done in advance of when it needs to. There will be the books to promote too of course. I think I will need to wait until the end of this day before moving on with any thoughts here today. My goal is to keep the writing closer moving forward, so that it can feed into what I’m doing more.

Mainly tomorrow I will sit with all the words of put on paper for next week’s performance and let new thoughts cut in and create for myself some additional scaffolding to hang ideas on so that I can go in any direction I want with the narrative but to make sure to hit home the most salient points. And what about the band Iceage, how do we feel about them? They’re from Denmark.

Some ideas occured to me today. And I have been recording them as best I can. I am making headway although I am not approaching things that way this time really. I am really focusing on allowing all that needs doing to unfold in a relaxed way. I have been sleeping pretty damn well that’s for sure, so the small changes I’m making seem to be coming together. Either that or I am completely deluding myself. As far as structuring the next two days go, creatively especially, I’ve come up with a formula which I think can really work. First I have to deconstruct what I already have on paper and create more short-hand heiroglypics and then I need to make sure that each “plate” of the show has what I’m calling a meringue, the main peak of message and experience that needs to be said in that particular plate. Twelve in all. Not too challenging and then, starting tomorrow, which will be day one of seven I will begin to run the entire business while focusing on quadrants or thirds in terms of really getting stuff in the old body.

Speaking of which, I’m wistful today about some sweet past experiences and the remembering is definitely animating me today. I feel a great deal of creative energy beginning to build up inside of me and my meditation is on allowing that energy to travel unhampered to the various places in myself which might have been energetically stressed or lacking in the past. When I was much younger, in my twenties, I did a lot of visualizing of energy traveling around my bodies, I would “sew” bodily areas. When I think back to that age I feel less energized than I do now; at a certain point in the day, most days, I had to lie down and the feeling of fatigue in my body would often be fairly acute. It was probably just a matter of smoking really tiring weed. Laugh out loud. Anyway, sometimes what you need. My goal is to get snippets of autobiography down on paper with more regularity than what I’ve been doing. And that simply requires outlining “events” in my life and organizing them chronologically.

I really do think that my life, thus far, characterized, as it is and has been, by three letters—DIY—is the reason why this next phase of life when I have to delegate is going to feel very much like a breeze in comparison. And it’s why I’m never going to be an asshole. If anything it’s going to be a struggle for me not to control and micromanage; I’m sure that’s where my natural proclivities will lie after having been so singular, solo and self-sufficient all these many years. It has been crickets but I’m going to remain positive. Optimism takes vigiliance. It’s not hoping for the best but rather being the abundance in the moment, each moment. I have to say it hasn’t always been easy to do that; but it isn’t impossible.

Today was a very good day. Michael Cohen, whom I last saw at Barneys at lunch meeting and greeting ever member of the waitstaff down to the busboy, was sentenced to three years. He’s a fucking criminal; I don’t feel bad for him. Maybe he can score one of thost busboy jobs when he gets out. But additionally, make it so much better is the Enquirer connection. I’ve been waiting for this shit to hit the fan and it sure smells good to me. And yet, because he’s such a crazed lunatic, I refuse to believe that the evildoer is capable of going away quietly. He’s like a psycho who’s taken you hostage. He’s not going anywhere without trying to take out others. What’s he going to do? Go to jail. I don’t think so. And what of Pence—he pardons him? And then who pardons him. His butt boy. Thank you Mika B.

Decided to postpone our journey for another twenty hours and psychologically it is already making all the difference. There is a certain affect to an atmosphere of anticipation when you inject even the slightest delay; it’s like a reprieve. Still everything will by rights be divided into units of time. Tomorrow I will write up something for this mini event we are doing in Provincetown for New Year’s—will be really fun to help out at a holiday market and offer some folks some new-you advice for the coming year. And anyway it might be a good promotion for the books. I did manage to find ourselves a little hotel room, compliments of the house; and we will be able to watch the fireworks from Canteen if we so choose; it shouldn’t be too cold. So I’m definitely looking forward to that. And we can go and have dinner at Strangers & Saints and see Raina which will be lovely. A perfect Provincetown day. I can really look forward to that actually. Had some more thoughts.

Aries starts at Equinox. Spring. When there are lambs to wear around your shoulders. It’s all about sheep. Jesus is a Pisces cusp Aries. We put it at March 19th/20th. 19 reduces to 1. Also Providence: The protective care of God or of nature as a spiritual power. Helios has to show up for others everyday. The Sun King must watch over his Kingdom. Dom, like domicile home. HQ our sphere of influence. Patronage. Leos are the best at setting up their happy fiefdoms. But we all must find where we are the creative source, not only for ourselves, but for the benefit of others who rely on us. Creation of a life if not an industry. But it’s a two way street.. It is the home you make for yourself. It is you restored. Leo people are simply the best at restoration. Like Shakespeare’s Hal vowing, after a debauched youth, to be like the Sun. Exemplary. Fixed fire is about burning brightly and steady, simply being the best you can be; that is not letting your manner slip. Like being Obama or J.K. Rowling.

You know could go on any cosmic metaphysical journey of comparative religion and other mythical, symbolic, metaphorical, and archetypal jaunts, but you chose to journey with us. And so yes welcome to our open sleigh. And Stella mentioned chronological: The Zodiac can be superimposed onto any time frame. The course of a day. Twelve signs Twelve hours. A year obviously as you know. But also a lifetime, your lifetime. But also that of all creation. But it also fits other patterns of time, other stories, other journeys. It matches the roll out of the bible for instance. And separately, it certainly fits the Jesus story specifically. And something Stella said really bears repeating. That people…what if living a life well is the same as achieving enlightenment. And maybe following some belief system, like astrology for instance. And just doing your best.

Where Leo the lion is about personal sovereignty and nobility, the natural monarch of any given jungle. Sagittarius is about power on a grand scale, Jupiter the largest planet is named for the supreme leader of the gods, the omnipotent sky god emperor, Greek Zeus, armed with lightening mutable fire in the sky. He only fears one other. His wife

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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