Sagittarius 18° (December 10)
Happily we will get off the sea spiral today and make our way to Cambridge for the evening. I woke at four thirty and went upstairs to my new private Bikram studio. Why didn’t I do this sooner? Someone whom I’ve referred to as D.D. surfaced via my so-called meditation (it isn’t not one); and I may reach out and make another positive statement in that direction. Then again I may not. And two hours later had some breakfast, watched a little news (all bad), got packed and hit the road. After two stops on Newbury Street I dorpped S. in Cambridge and set off for Mount Auburn for yet another meet up with my doctor. I know that sound ominous but actually it’s all very good. I have been an adult this year and have been addressing certain issues, none of them too terribly serious, and am well on top of all that is happening in my world of health. Whenever I am alone I can totally Zen myself places through a series of side streets. Thus I popped out right in front of the hospital. I was early and thought I’d e in and out but I deceded to indulge some of my more hypochondriacal thoughts, which only resulted in my being prescribed more stuff. I’ve arrived half an hour early back on Broadway to pick up S.. My hunger is out of control, and even though we are eating lunch in just about twenty minutes, I had to have a little piece of gluten-free vegan cake and some tea known as honeybush, whatever that is. It’s mainly younger guys sitting around working on their laptops; I’ve lost the ability to judge whether someone is college age of thirty five. I suppose that comes from getting to the advanced age at which I currently find myself. I’m not thrilled with the way I look naked in the mirror doing my home Bikram practice. I know this is the most un p.c. to say but my chest resembles that of an f2m person. I would get hate mail for saying that if I had a readership—thankfully I do not. Anyway this place is called Barisma and it’s super Cambridge in a scruffy cool way. It has a very straight vibe which I suppose shouldn’t surprise me. I suppose I have been living in and around Provincetown too long. And by way of the West Village, so there is that. I was thinking I would knowck some emails off my list but this place doesn’t have wifi. Nor do they give receipts. It’s that kind of place. There is a child’s table with an actual child sitting at it. I was going to at least research stome steampunk looks but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen now either, which is fine. We will head from here to Whole Foods to get a little bite. There is a very bearded guy with a man bun outside walking dogs. He might be a dog walker or he might just be a guy. It’s kind of hard to tell. Back in the day people around the age of people working here would be working at fancy lunch places where Harvard professors and other ladies who lunch would shell out a lot of money for house salads and chicken paillard. How anyone could make money working behind a counter serving coffee is beyond me. I left a dollar tip on six dollars only because it saddened me that the tip jar was empty. Plaes in Cambridge always have plants in the window. It is nearly time to go.
After a little bite the plan is to do a little thrift shopping at the Garment District. Some of the folks in coffee shop staff are leaving and they wear clear framed glasses and have noise-canceling headphones. i’m going to keep my eyes open to the possiblity that everyone around here wears noise-cancelling headphones. People everywhere probably wear noise canceling headphones. It’s probably a thing. The tea I’m drinking has no caffeine. I asked what is honeybush and the girl behind tha counter said it’s a (insert word I didn’t understnad, something like roijin). This assumed I had some knowledge of tea which I do not. This place has a bulletin board and no character whatsoever. It’s distinct lack of character or the remotest statement through decor is kind of freaking me out. The generation that populates the staff and customer base seem not to have much personality. I think they may be millenials. Their hair doesn’t look partciularly clean. Although there is a sense that people do their own highlights, at home. I’m looking forward to having some real food tonight for dinner. The plan is sushi whichcould be good. I will finish this (today’s) boring Blague later this afternoon. It is a grey day which isn’t adding much to the flavor of the moment. There is something about Cambridge, anyway, that suggests the early nineteen eighties. It makes me slighty nervous. It’s like Boston radio stations. They seem to be frozen, for the most part, back to the time I went to school here. I’m glad I went to school in this town though. Had I gone to school in New York I might be dead or ill.
Bought a shirt and a tie and don’t think they are great or right; S. bought a kilt ironically. It’s the real deal, made in Scotland, with the buckle and the giant safety pin and the whole schpiel. I will regroup next week and see what’s what. After checking into the hotel we went to Burdick for spicey hot chocolate and bought some candies for our hosts at the Pierre. We came back to regroup. We have a corner room at the Commander and it overlooks the parking lot with our car. It’s supposed to snow tonight. I keep wondering what’s what with the agent. I should already be getting my brain around this not working out. Life is a series of beds. This is something we used to say back in the day. I will save my depressing rant for tomorrow.
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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