Aquarius 26° (February 14)
Valentimes. Doing a bit of work and a bit of garde manger. Otherwise just faffing about really, something I cannot long get away with. I had an idea for an exercise for Gemini woman and then it promptly went out of my head. I start working on those things on Wednesday. I need to write about five pages today which should be doable after dej.
The following blocks of text are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 1591-1595. 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.
Still feeling very sore but decided to try a little walk on the beach. The waves were crazy and the shark warnings were up. Nobody was swimming but nothing will keep surfers out of the water that is for sure. We worked out a great many things actually. I’m actually going to write up some beach minutes. Here goes: When if they get in touch, like last time, we will cite a timeline and having to move on to meet deadlines. We will also say that in your correspondence you were clear you would be in touch with us and come up with something to show and also attaching a price tag. (Not bringing up mixed messages of one saying one thing and the other saying the other. And so on. We decided that it is too soon for the Vermont folks. We also decided to greenlight Helene and Elisa. This sidelined into conversation about key stationery items in keeping with an antiquarian stationers/objets and booksellers/with a hint of alchemy shop being the backdrop, the art direction, of any kind of retail or, even, studio space. We talked about leather, paperweights and the kind of diaries only we can do. We are on the same page with this soft launch, where we get out all the kinks, and we might think about making a harder launch with 2020. The HA books promotion will happen when it happens. We will frontload the Paris Consultancy as an experiment this year, if only for shits and giggles, making all of the design worlds a potential pool of new clients, plus working the ango/americans in Paris angle. One very good reason to target design worlds, too, is because we will have already entered into it ourselves. With the pendants, first, probably.
Sometimes I want to cry because I cannot find a friend with whom I can be my total self. Someone to do things with, to talk to, to bare my soul. I have this of course in my primary relationship but, even so, you want to be able to share your feelings on your relationships with someone you’re not in one with. For me it goes further. I’ve always bonded more emotionally with friends than they have with me. This must be narcisissm: because I want to find someone just, or as much as possible, like me. It would be so nice. This is why, as a child, I was convinced I was a twin. That it either died or I consumed it or something. I used to play a joke on new friends that I was a twin and I would take them home and say I had to run upstairs, not letting on that we also had a back stair, and then I would quickly change my shirt and part my hair on the other side and I even had these fake black horn rimmed glasses with non-prescription lenses; so I could be very convincing in a flash. This of course was the actor in me.
I never “made it” as an actor in the traditional sense. I never auditioned and got parts. I had close brushes, weird close brushes with success. Like when Darren Starr wanted to personally cast me on a show of his and then it got cancelled the next day. Magical hours in between. Then there was the day I spent hours auditioning, and waiting and being called in and audition, rinse and repeat, for The Kentucky Cycle that was coming to Broadway. I don’t remember who I auditioned for exactly, someone with the last name Warner I remember, but they were obviously impressed by whatever I was doing and treated me like I was a star, and then I think that project fell through too. I already didn’t get the part but I don’t think the show every materialized. I really don’t know because I didn’t go to theater. First I couldn’t afford to and second I had other jobs, always more than one, that I was juggling to pay rent and off student loans and have some semblance of a life as a young married person in New York City in the earliest 1990s. I just looked the play up on Wiki and it did run for only thirty-three performances on Broadway and failed to win a single thing because it was the Angels in America year and Kushner swept it. And it wasn’t the last name Warner it was his first, Warner Shook. That’s who I auditioned for, of course, the actual director. I don’t even think I knew that at the time strangely. And what a great fucking name by the way.
Libra 0° is actually the same as Virgo 30° and is actually more accurate way of approaching it, in a sense. Once Virgo hits 30° it is Libra 0° and we like to represent what we are doing in terms of these degrees, of which there are 365 or 6 this coming 2020; but there are only 360°, so when I say I write daily, which I do I sometimes combine some days together like above. I have been forgetting to do this for months, so I just did it a couple of days ago. And now, for awhile, the Sabian Symbol (2015 Blagues) will be one and the same as the degree of the day I’m writing on but slowly, overtime, I will enter into another period where the Sabian Symbol is one degree ahead. That is because my Blague looks at the day ahead, and the Sabian Symbol degree number speaks to the fullness of that degree leading to its culmination, that is to say the degree period prior to the number, 0-1 being the first degree. So, even when the degrees seem to differ between my Blague and the Sabian symbol number we are always speaking about the same daily frame of time. I’ve just been a little lazy as I’ve said, and I don’t want to skip a posting of the Sabian symbol, but next time I lump two days together the degrees will once again differ. Oh never mind you’re not reading this anyway so I don’t really know what I’m fretting over. Actually forget all I just said because it seems I am still a day ahead I don’t know how that happened but I’m just going with it.
I am writing this on the twenty-second right now, so in the last throes of Virgo, which is great because the transition from one sign to the other is something I need to represent in my experience. The first thing I’m doing today is typing in the contents of a page of Rhodia notebook, word for word: It really shouldn’t have taken me all day to do this portion of the projects on my list but never mind. Because it did. I have decided to go back and Work through this Book and only leave in the important pages as hard copy. My character is writing almostly like my putting that note into the floorboards in Merrick Square. Actually the whole story could start with me in 1998 buying old 1805 house, the boy who moves into it tells stories that he can’t tell anyone about maybe, about magic and sexuality. I was suppose to say this may or may not be referring to recent stage foray I do not know. But as I read it again I know that it not the case. The story begins with a conceit, notes stuffed into the floor boards. The whole thing was hidden in the floor boards. That would need some working out to establish believablitiy or it can be something that is revealed later. Or not. As I have time, that this Blague is expanding too days, I’m going to get late-breakingly at some more boring but much easier work. But I’ll talk to you soon about that. Tonight will be a last hoorah of sorts, a farewell to summer.
Happy Fall everybody. Equinox and what not. Oh lord did I ever rock this zero degrees of Libra day. I don’t think I’ve been this productive in eons. I am completely caught up on all my post festival shenanigans and I can actually turn my attention now to Starsky + Cox work in a major way. And funny cuz I felt a wee bit hungover last night, not sure why. I guess the wine just hit me weirdly. At day’s start I thought uh-oh, I’m going to be staying in bed and yet somehow I rallied and plowed through every bit of work that was on my to-do list. I’m quite exhausted now though at day’s end and am looking forward to manging a wee salad and then getting into bed. Tomorrow will be the first full day of Fall after all and I’m looking forward to resuming my farmer’s hours and also reeling in the excesses between now and my birthday on Saturday. I also would like to resume the instagramming and such and being more juicy and connected. I think that will be important. I don’t need very much in the way of outfits for this coming weekend since we are really only going two nights. And it is meant to continue to be nice weather so I might still rock the linen. My main focus (once again, broken record, I know) is reducing. I did fairly well leading up to our time in Greece and Italy this summer, but starting there and continuing on through I really did blow up quite a bit. And I have to fool my doctor at my next physical and get the go-ahead for anesthesia for an -octopy. I did also make an appointment to get my shoulder checked while I’m up in Boston. On the 5th, a Friday, we go back to Reading and then on the 6th there is a wedding which just so happens to be on our way to Canada (how bizarre is that). I am quite looking forward to time away there too. So I have to be not so heavy at the Hovey. I also need to call those fellows about October 3 and see what they want to do.
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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