Aries 27° (April 16)
My read back of five posts from the past yielded zilch to paste in below (as you can see from my italicized note) so I am hard-pressed to get something worthy down on virtual paper here today. I’m still really suffering with this weird rash I have and I’m just doing the best I can to combat the itching aspects of it and I keep dousing myself with a rotating roster of treatments. I suppose my concerns go, now, to a bit of not fear but perhaps some frustration regarding what my role will look like in the product development over the course of the next fifteen months. I suppose it’s fine to start where I am and just make myself scarce on the jewels front for now, while the truth is that I will be having to do a good deal of writing while stationed in Paris (hopefully) in the coming year. I know this doesn’t and shouldn’t sound like something about which to complain; however I might rethink location of living just in case I need a desk and an office. I don’t think the We Works of the world are going to be a thing of the future. The new book situation is already feeling annoying and it hasn’t even begun. I never understand the world of publishing, mostly due to the people in it. It has been one of the industries in which I’ve worked, along with a slew of others that closely relate. All I want to do is to be allowed to create and to be paid for my work. I’m so tired of hashing out details and the like. It’s terribly boring and such a waste of time and energy. I’d rather spend it working on other projects, reading or trimming my body hair, for that matter. Look I know there were more things on my mind than this today and I want to make some serious inroads in other directions today. I don’t feel like spending a precious moment annoyed. The world is in disarray and people are squabbling over the course of a week or so. It makes no sense. I’m planning a lunch of carrot-ginger soup and dinner of cauliflower steaks with sautéed brussel sprouts and turkey bacon, as a nonsequitor, and what’s more I want to make a hummus and sort of tabbouleh to eat on the weekend, as I stretch out the shopping with an eye on limiting my interaction with others. Over lunch it is revealed we have a plethora of anti-itch items to choose from. Oh, goody, goody. Still no word back from the agent. This is stream o’ consciousness today, aint it? I wonder why there is no way to send direct messages on Insta on laptop. This is among life’s important questions. I don’t need to go anywhere. The INFJ in me is secretly thrilled with the isolation. I have amazing people in my life who are the same, including S. I’m really not sick of her yet even in this lockdown—I suppose that’s a good sign, right?
Well, I’ll soon be lacing in work on the festival—I actually think I can pull it off. But I feel that way about most things. Look, I don’t know what it is I’m so afraid of. Pain I suppose. Especially that of regret and self-recrimination. I guess I had to go through some Dada today, writing this, to get to any kind of flow. I remember the year I spent catching up to this daily Blague after letting it go for something like six months—I should know how long, but I seriously don’t remember, exactly. This is also a good thing; it means I wasn’t focused on the severity of the task but just got on with the catch-up work. There is now a forced end to all excess, and that is also, on a level, quite appealing. And you get to do a full thirty days of yoga again tomorrow, taking matters all the more into our own hands. Levity is leverage. That is something I said. It is probably applicable to the Libra experience. We need to boss around the twenty-four characters. It was my perseverance that made this project happen. When everybody else was ready to quit I pushed on. I am using this time, when the excesses are so drastically curtailed, to teach myself the things I need to know. So today is still something of a slog, so what. First of all it isn’t, really. I am a pro and having a number of things in process in a given day, although the fewer the things the healthier. I would include in this list the rather gourmet crankings outta the kitchen. It’s fun to use some sniglet energy. I will be writing the snapshot of emotion plus amping the tough love and bossing around. It’s going to be a fun book to write I think. I am gearing up to put some correspondence out there. I really am almost finished with some big projects. Because once I start things I tend to finish. The Bojack episode where Diane is writing her memoir is pretty damn accurate. The sober Bojack is thinner and sports gray hair. I think that’s fine. Storytelling not hair.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 131-135. I am reading through all my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, but the time I get to my seventh, I will have through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize:
nothing to insert from the past Blagues today!
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof 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.
Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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