Capricorn 9° (December 31)

With still some other Blague entries left undone, I have four to do to catch up on so to coincide with the present day. This will be a difficult challenge but I have decided to be up to it and get right up to speed. There is much to do in the new year; even more so there is much to be. I will find out that a friend who always comes to see our show at Joe’s was disappointed that we didn’t perform this year so she bought tickets to Sandra Bernhard instead only to report back that the show was boring and didn’t hold a candle to ours in terms of entertainment. In the past I might find a comment like that to be rather hard to believe but I am now of the mind to accept comments like this as truisms. I think the apologies I have made for myself are indeed now a thing of he past. I must turn the corner on so much of it. I will reach out to that guy Peter M. in coming days because he and I do have some overlap, being that he also produces artists. But things like this often prove to be disappointing. There is always that little bit of ego that crops in. Well not always but most often. After spending days with lovely friends the last thing I need is attitude from competitive strangers and the grandstanding that characterizes the underconfident. Boring. I am remembering the good and loving and supportive energy that I am blessed to enjoy in this life and I am not letting the rest of it get me down, so help me. So back to the story at hand on this day…

Okay so last night was fine-ish. But around five a.m. I was awakened from a dead sleep thinking S. was up and about doing this and that. Turned out the people in the next room, with whom we shared a paper wall, decided to unleash a bull that richocheted around there room. It was awful and after last night it was the last thing I needed. It happened again around seven then again around nine, not that we fell back from five because we did not. S. was having none of it and beelined downstairs to demand a different room only to return deflated because they didn’t have one. Being the New Year, people had rooms booked for months if not from a year ago. We said we would meet for a late breakfast that goes until ten so we headed down at nine forty five and Jax had said that Larry was still snoring so I expected her. Instead he came down looking highly reluctant and made shaking motions to signal his nerves were a bit shot from last night’s fun. I had the meatiest, greasiest breakfast I could order. Jax didn’t surface–something about her hair. L. brought her up a giant eggs Benedicte. Despite S. being shot down I managed to convince the staff to let us change rooms. So I spent the morning bathing and packing. I think S. had some appointment. We then met up again with the LLBs for lunch—we put our name down at three lemons—and went for a walk. People stopped to ask me to take pictures of LLB of course. There was some shoe shopping. And we all had to get bits and bobs and the pharmacy; and LLB needed more gin for his room. At lunch we ran into friends we would have expected to meet. And we talked about going to Venice together as the LLBs are regulars on that scene and we have never been.

I really didn’t intend to drink at lunch but all bets seem to be off and I followed Larry and had a stout. And then another. The girls shared a bottle of wine. We then went to our rooms to dress for the evening. I thought I said this but we met up with the mythological other couple attending the party (obviously they were in costumes) and all shared a car. The party itself was really fun. Stomp and Queen (with Adam Lambert) performed. I stayed pretty sober most of the evening but toward the end, when it was time to do some dancing, I let loose a bit. I always seem to encounter Neil B and his wife toward the end of these parties and I mentioned I was leaving my whole kit at the party which I did. Earlier on D. N. hung around with us and I honestly couldn’t understand anything he was saying. He seemed totally together but was obviously really quite drunk. No physical change in his behavior but his words were just so random. The whole theme worked well (being inside an H.G. Wells novel, really); and to be honest I don’t remember much of the ride home although I do remember giving my critique of the whole concept of repackaging Queen. Like you wouldn’t recast John Lennon and George Harrison and call it The Beatles featuring, oh I dunno, Chris Martin and Thom Yorke.

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Capricorn 8° (December 30)

Up at five o’clock and in an Uber by six to get to Euston station to catch the train to Edinburgh. That was fine although one had the sense that the “first class” service wasn’t exactly up to its usual speed; still, each time I travel anywhere in Europe or in the U.K. I am reminded of just how disfunctional American life, and its so-called private and social services, truly is. Euston Station compared with the horrific Penn Station; Heathrow vs. JFK. Please. Did a bunch of writing and scheming and such and by the time we got to Edinburgh we were ready to get off the train. Only to have to get on another one in just over an hour’s time. It was rainy outside so just as well that we stayed inside Waverly; but the train from there up to Pitlochry was seriously unfun. I see where Jo might have got her idea for the mean trolley lady. We were starving and tried to get to the café car, or rather S. did; only the trolley lady was already heading our way and wouldn’t let her of any othe passengers get by, which made no sense because there were plenty of spaces/opportunities to let a person pass. S. and the other passengers gave up thinking that they would get to the café car once trolley crunt had passed. But troll-y, who wasn’t Scottish but some kind of eastern European with snail blood was determined to block anybody. Finally, finally, when the journey was nearly over she went passed and S. got to the café car, but by then it had run out of food. This was a bad sitcom episode. We bought some crisps and other sundries and grumbled it down. We got off at Pitlochry where the taxi awaited us and drove us about twenty minutes to Aberfeldy. The reception was one and same with the restaurant bar; we checked in and asked if the LLBs had yet to arrive. They just had. We got to our room and I saw a text beckoning us to come to them for a drink. We wore our coats thinking we would stop by and then go for the walk we planned to take. Well that didn’t happen. They poured me a gin tonic and I went down to get S. a wine. Our room seemed fine but the LLB’s had something more of a suite, so we inquired about moving but the hotel was fully committed. We drank and then decided not to wait for our seven forty five reservation, but to instead go down and have an early bird special which our advancing age now affords us.

The food was surprisingly good. Laurence orded an Argentinian Malbec much to my consternation. Not so fast. I explored oher options on he menu and decided to concede which turned out to be a wise thing because we ended up drinking several bottles of the stuff and (spoiler alert) walk up feeling fine the next day. I had a beef madras and S. had the bang bang chicken. We had some kind of starter which excapes me now writing this days on. After dinner the shenanigans really began. We sent back to the LLB suite and spent another four hours talking, laughing, recalling and bringing up showtunes to which we could sing along in turn. I had no idea that the LLB’s were wont to go there, so it was so fun and expressive and such a laugh. I went down for another bottle. We have video of singing numbers Evita, Ricky Horror, Cabaret, Hair and there were surely more that we didn’t catch on “film.” I am struck by how easy it is to be with these two. They have always been exactly this, which means to say that, at twenty, they were comparatively grand delusional (because we didn’t know what they knew: that they were going to fulfill the destiny of being household names, for starters). I truly love them. And I suppose it might be considered ironic, in the end, that they are in fact the most authentic, genuine people I know. They have a grandson now who is three and whom they love so much. They live on a sort of family compound out in the country and it sounds so wonderful. As the non-breeders in the troop, there are times when tales of family dynamics and so forth really do impart a kind of sadness—not too, too often thus far in life, still more and more as time goes on. But any pangs of jealousy aside (because it’s not really that, never that) it just sounds so grand and scruffy all at that same time to be living with two daughters and their partners and a grandchild (with more to come) and cats and dogs and chickens and whatever other kind of livestock they might have floating around them. And in the end, I think Laurence has emerged as the most menschlike of us all, despite his fame and flights of fancy. I do truly love these people I must say. Even more so now I know that we can fall into home karaoke at the drop of a jazz hand.

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Capricorn 7° (December 29)

Got a late lazy today after faffing about. Went to Camden Passage and had late breakfast at Brother Marcus which was probably the most amazing morning meal I’ve even had in my life. Bought some salmon and spinach and potatoes and some wine for dinner we are making for Hen and Dot. Nerves are on adge it seems ut hopefully that will settle down in the coming weeks. Got ourselves packed for the journey tomorrow and feeling worlds more optimistic but I will be put through a physical ringer in the coming days with a pretty active social calendar characterized by late nights. It’s getting a bit weird, Andy. I want so much to have a relaxing time but also a kick-ass productive one. I am caught in this balance between past and future, left hanging out to dry by recent events, really, hoping for some kind of reprieve. I do not want to spend this year playing catch up to myself. My signal is too slow to hang on social media. I want to promote our products but I want to do so in a way that doesn’t seem tacky. I simply want to let folks know what we’ve got cooking, so much of what we do being calendar sensitive. I will learn from L who constantly, at dinner, referred to the gayness of a certain young person I know, that there was apparently an incident wherein or whereby my friend was self-abusing. Considering the source I’m not sure I can trust that this is true.

I do think some young people these days have more failure in launching. I also think that we are now seeing in the west what we saw in Asia, Japan especially, where young people have all but stopped having sex and seem quite asexual if anything. I really don’t know what (or who) to believe. But they seem so convinced of it all. I wonder if this isn’t why there is an undercurrent of negative energy floating around the family. And I will end up telling LLB in response about the incident with the two boys at the birthday party and we might all agree that, if there was any question about identity for my young friend, then he might feel ashamed and actually quite scred to be who he is. I will wake up tomorrow morning, in advance of this conversation, synchronistically, thinking a passing thought: That I should tell my young friend that if he wished to declare himself that he should know how much we love him. But I will end up thinking, after dinner tomorrow, that this might not be as true as I’d like to imagine.

Though I have written quite a lot I only have about two hours left of the train journey (I’m currently on) to record all that has transpired over the last, now, five days. Damn, I still have five days to fill in here. This is not an auspicious way to begin the new year perhaps. I need to fall into one of those incredible modes where the words just fall out of my fingers as if coming through one of those machines recording stock market results. Slow and steady but without interruption, perhaps. I am moving backward and forward through time here today and doing my level best not to just sound like I’m saying any old shit. I’m also on alert for being so revealing as to cause any kind of unkindness.

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Capricorn 6° (December 28)

Stayed in this morning and watched a bunch of Lost in Space; I feel I should because Parker is in it. It isn’t that great and Bill Mumy is in it for a thankless minute. S. went out to get a pedicure and picked up some soup for lunch. Henry and Dorothy returned home pretty early. We got a little of this and that done. S. thought maybe she had lost her scarf. We went and bought a couple of bottles of champers because we are going out to dine tonight with A. and F. We will put out the rest of the cheese and so forth and head to Moro where, after those champers, we will polish off some red wine to boot. This is all fine and good because it is coming to a necessary close after the new year. I can’t remember a holiday season where we have partied so much. I am not complaining it’s been really fun but I’m sort of over it. But I liked F. and it was a very jolly time. I need to go through my last year’s calendar and get some of our very important information flowing. I want to get my ideas moving and rolling out and otherwise cut losses on that which isn’t working. But that’s what the first fortnight of the new year will be all about. I am in part accounting for what happened on this actual day but also writing from a a week on since it. So it is one of those times when I will be making salads from these entries over the next several days. Speaking of salad, there is coming a time very soon when I will live on nothing other than. When I see Laurence in the coming days he will sing the praises of Keto, which isn’t so much a stress for me to adopt, diet-wise. We shall see. There is something so inspiring about this time of year, whether or not you can participate fully or not in the power of renewal. You may have heard me speak about what we call “second semester” which refers back to our last year of undergrad when, upon returning to university to finish up that leg of schooling, we went into a sort of ascetic mode. It was very good for the soul (not to mention the skin and waistline) and this is very much the spirit in which I will meet this new decade. Anyway, there are some weirdnesses to work through and I’m determined to see that I do. Okay time to glance back at the last year:

Just chucked a whole bunch of receipts into my last year planner. I will catch up on my banking over the weekend before we head to Shoreditch. Purity is a renewable resource. That was a bit of something I found on an index card. I had written the words also: The Alchemist, get the lead out.Also Wave inroad. Not sure what that means. And: A few things we realize in the process of bridging more into personal developmet while still being recognizable to our readers. Also: Why is it that we are celebrated amonst our peers in journalism, in design, by the media, touted by our astrological peers, ever the more so and of course to our hundreds of thousands of readers, but from publishers we get no love/respect.It is a very good question. Mid January last year we were already meeting up with Tim B whom we had seen at the PAAM gala a couple months before. It got the ball rolling. Stil nothing ever came of the collaboration. We have options on that front and I’m going to remain completely open to what might occur. I shudder to think about having gone through with that. And yet I feel just as queasy considering what did roll out. I have to keep my attitude super positive and try to vibrate at as high a level as I might. I think it is very important for catching the right opportunities at this point. I very much fancy the idea of working on something the LLBs. Jackie, it turns out, has all the same weirdy things I have including the vertigo and the driving over bridges thing. I am thinking of this ecause I’m sitting here on the train with someone angled diagonally at me, holding a device, the corner of which is pointing in my direction. I have had this thing since childhood: I feel as if my eye is being pocked out by the object, even though it is held a good number of inches away from me. I knew someone when I was very small called Richard Rosen who got his eye poked out by the corner of a table. I think I might have been in the room when it happened. They are serving cold drinks on the train but I am trying to let the moment pass without having to have one. But it aint easy with this pokey thing happening.

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Capricorn 5° (December 27)

Today will be a fun day because it is Louie day. We will go for a long walk and the plan was to hit the Portrait Gallery then The Wollesely, but we were so starving by the time we started walking we decided to eat first and at J. Sheeky instead. A rocket salad and fish pie for me with a bottle of Chablis. That works. The drinking is going to have to stop. I will learn in two days time that there is something called dry January. That’s for me this year me thinks. Seems counterintuitive being away and all that but the fact is I’m here to work. But for today we will enjoy ourselves. The Portrait Gallery was fine. Not everything was to my liking but mostly I would say. And I could tell neither of us was really in the mood for a lot of museum action. We decided to stroll back and stopped at Lambs Conduit to make a little detour only to stumble upon Noble Rot, which we will likely circle back and visit. There was a tiny side road where people kept potted plants right on the street. London is a wonderful place even in its grimness. I am feeling fairly low by this point and upon our arrival back at Sadler’s Wells we went to suss out the butcher’s schedule—he won’t reopen for days. We went to the French wine shop and found something really good and were directed to Camden Passage to check to see if the cheese shop was open. It was. Coq Epicerie.

It is one of those December days in London, mild, the street lights reflecting off the wet cobble stones. If ever I could live here I would live right here. I am looking forward to Shoreditch too but mostly this is where I would stay. We are ridiculously blessed that we have friends whoare so generous with us. So with our cheese in tow we headed back to Myddelton Square and had a lovely time playing records and snacking in the sitting room. John Coltraine, Millie Jackson. We talked through some of the stickiness we encountered, mostly generated by me I really don’t want to be the cause of that sort of thing. But I too often am. We talked through the entire entropy of the publishing process. I realize on this day more than any other just how incredibly sad I am. I wanted so much to make this move. And now we will have to confront the situation head on, for real. I am no longer in the bravado phase. I am really truly upset and we will have to address it. I am actually hurt by the initial suggestion by M. in the process. I know these things will happen in waves, coming and going, the feelings of disappointment and rejection. One of my pet peeves is people who type really loud on their laptops, or as I like to call it slaptops.

I am really needing to let go of all this and more. The friendships; the feeling that I’ve made so many connections for so many people and they seem not to care enough to keep me in the picture. I’ve been a happy connector for people and I just don’t see why it is that I am so damn dispensible. But I have to not fight it. I must accept and move on. I am truly ready to do that now and I want most to triumph over what used to threaten to bring me down; there are so many more good things to look forward to and I cannot continue to try to get blood from stones. I will put my mind to the positive things and what that actually requires is severing all the emotional ties of the past. I have had the fantasy of disappearing into the ether. We shall see what people are made of. Espeically those who might just want to make money from us and nothing more. That will be eye opening to say the least.

I think what added to my sense of depression and loss was my sense of depression and loss. Losing things has been a theme, whether it applies to my ready-readers or opportunities passing me by to friendships that need falling away by the force of their own weight. I will spend New Year’s Eve writing out my affirmations and getting a fix on my finances and finding a way to further my aims and speed the plow. We are obviously being funneled in one direction and it all comes down to that. I will do a little math and I will make all the cash myself. Not only that I will make sure that people are properly dealt with and, not only that, but I will make it my goal to get my rights back. Examples will be made and the justice will be swift. We shall see that it is wielded because we are not afraid. People are not going to be able to get away with what they determine to get away with. And at the same time I will let the past be the past and move forward that much more singlemindedly. What is working is going to work really well. And we have time and inclination and energy and fortune on our side. I will make a success of all of this and I will live somewhere where it will all make sense and all be empowered.

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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Capricorn 4° (December 26)

I was awakened by talking and was aware there was turbulence. A flight attendant had sat down to talk someone through it. It was a sibilant monologue. Apparently I shot her a look. Sorry but not really. I had an almond croissant. Soon we landed and I realized I had already lost my first item of the trip, a much needed pair of reading glasses. I will have to replace those. These things seem small but they do make for a sad and empty feeling, something I am struggling with anyway this time of year, having no family and friends who are hard to find. At the baggage claim the Virgo talked to us and I was having none of it. As I’m writing this I feel like I’m having some kind of allergic reaction. It feels to be all in my head, quite literally. I mean to say I’m feeling a physical sensation inside my  head somewhere near where my throat meets my ears. Anyway. I’m sure it will pass (like the morning dew). Our driver will be late and unapologetic. I realize he’s just kind of not very bright. I sound like such an asshole and I’m not not. Especially today. The drive was fine but slow. London looked good to me on this quiet morning. We arrived at Myddelton Square but driver only took cash so S. had to set off to find some and returned to inform me that our cards weren’t working at multiple banks. Typical. I arranged the bags and drank some sparkling and we set off in search of lunch because it was not time for it. The only things open in Exmouth Market were the Greek deli place and a delicious Italian restaurant where we (I) got into a state. I’m not good at directly communicating my feelings at this point and am being weird and exaggerative, two euphemisms for something worse. I just want to shed some skin and don’t know how to do it. The point is I’m terribly disappointed in what transpired with agent and all that and I simply cannot process it. It is eating me from the inside out. I will reach out to make a plan to speak on the sixth. I really can’t say more about the date at hand other than I came back to sleep and returned to the restaurant at around ten o’clock and overate and overspent and am just plain over myself.

I had this weird dream that I was acting in a play with Lucille Ball. She lived in my (parents’) house in Belmar, New Jersey. And I had to visit her first to pick her up or something. It was sort of like she was coming out of retirement. It was an uneasy dream. I had to drive along the turnpike or parkway to our house in Wyckoff as well. I have a strange numbness. I’m sure from carrying all our bags and so forth. I need a bit of recuperation. I don’t know where I left the bag of food. All I know is I didn’t have it when I returned. And really the last thing I needed was a hit off a joint from strangers. I was having a sort of out of body experience I think. I do not want to repeat this. I forgot to take the necessary required. Tomorrow will be quite a dip as a result of all this. I will have that very scary kind of feeling I won’t know how to shake it. I am definitely not in tiptop form now. I did hope that I would sail into this new reality feeling a lot better than I do. Anyway I have to transcend the cause of all this which is still this crappy book situation. What a lousy bunch of people work in that industry. Honestly, it has never been fun to work in any aspect of publishing. I do have a sort of funny idea of what kind of book I could write but it would be a rather ironic publication. Waking Nightmares Working in Publishing. I do think it could be rather fun to put out there. The stories would run chronologically. The first one would be about Paris 1985 working at Passion (and would include meeting all the friends we now have; Dizzy Place, and the do you sell Passion question, fashion shows, Princess Caroline, Clic, the mini tell, Ilene Rosensweig, Andree Carroon, Stephen Daly (was that his name?) Robert, Maia, Mimi, Stacy Madadam. I applied for an internship I guess. I do believe I remember writing a letter saying why I wanted to be an intern, having no money and having to leave, going to Tilburg in any case; there being a staff party and going to Le Palace, taking Jackie and Lawrence, going dancing at the club privé, David Clark was also an intern, writing about the biologique market. Hanging out at La Palette.

I suppose the next chapter would be Avenue magazine and the move to New York. This would include the Mikail Barysh story, also DV8 and that whole world. It would include acting and Uta and maybe New York Social Calendar which actually happened before the book of the month club and comedy class and all that jazz; perhaps it would bridge into the next wave of working at all the magazines like Detour and InStyle and YM and Paper. I think Paper might have happened before National Actors and all that but probably not. I will need to work out something of a timeline. And then all the fashion show era and pitching to the Face and all that perhaps and working for City TV and the Darren Star bit. All of that would probably go together nicely together. Something about losing all my notebooks at Florent. The rest will have to be sorted out as we go. We know it involves the crap our publishers pulled. People are basically really awful in that industry. We will see what happens next.

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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Capricorn 3° (December 25)

I can’t say I feel all that terrific today. And I’m kind of over the sloppiness of the situation. Apparently the FIL fell yesterday. He came over with MIL and he wasn’t very friendly. First off, he was told last time we were here that this would now be a dry house. He had asked his granddaughter for beer, she’s ten. There is an embargo on, and we have been instructed not to offer wine or even display it. Well it didn’t make for a very jolly evening. Seems no matter what one is going to be taken hostage by the man in the mood. Apparently he BIL if there was any beer and was told no; so he went and grabbed one he brought from his pocket. Imagine asking when you already have a stash of sorts. Then he asked the granddaughter to ask S. if there was any wine. That was also a no and has raised a lot of ire, which it would from the BIL. Anyway, on the bright side, the kid is gorgeous and had a lovely morning opening her prezzies. And there was Irish soda bread from SIL’s best friend whom I love (and who visited yesterday with her kiddies). And we had some fun doing Mad Libs and I made a soup before the harrumphing no helpers retruned and made noise and otherwise lumped around. Aren’t I nice. All I know is that in less than ninety minutes I am heading to the hair-port and can only hope that the loungers will be open. They’d have to be, I imagine. I don’t want to sit there for hours not taking advantage of what might be on offer. I will try not to snore tonight on the plane. I was fortunate enough to have avoided that fate last evening. I’m so glad we are flying upper class on Virgin because it takes all the pain out of the process. In a world where everything has become second rate it is some compensation. Now that we live in a gilded age part of this trip will be about trying to make the new world order work for me and mine. Wherever democracy is safest is probably where I’ll end up going. Once the oldies in my life finishing kicking the bucket it will be easier to escape Merry Christmas.

When you have no family and friends are hard to find, you can become quite cynical on a holiday such as these. And you think and say things like what the fuck is this mass hallucination that sees us still celebrating some guy’s birthday when, if he even actually existed, wouldn’t have been his birthday but an existing pagan holidays with toys and trees and nothing to do with a supposed Messiah. And this year, especially, gathering with family who aren’t family, while the authoritarian forces are slowly taking over? Yeah okay: Gather with your friends of misfits and pretend everything’s alright. That’s fine. No, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just that we don’t really live in a democracy anymore. But don’t worry, you have really cute cats and your new creative project is just stunning. I am going to get some major perspective during the coming months. It’s going to be slightly difficult to go without my usual crutches, but I know that in the end this is exactly what is needed. It will all come right in the end. I will write for five more minutes and then I will start moving my baggage downstairs. I made that soup, as I said. I’m having a bit of wine in the room. We will get a ride from Dobie and drop his mother off first, much to her seeming disappointment. Check in took forever as there were no workers at their posts. We ended up talking to this couple—he’s English, she’s American—they live on the South Shore. He seems like the English equivalent of a townie douchebag and that will turn out to be very much correct.

We arrived at the lounge and the lovely lady checking us in was dressed something like a yankee chic Mrs. Claus. What will happen during the first part of this trip is a rupture and all the underlying stresses will surface along with all the suppressed annoyances and resentments. Meanwhile we don’t know that so it feels fine. I took a picture of the lady and had a vegetarian Tiki Masala. Those people said they couldn’t use the lounge because they were in economy plus but suddenly they were there. They said they talked their way into it because they are semi regulars (or he is). Things were going sort of fine. He is a Scorpio and she is a Virgo, so we should have known something wasn’t going to be right. And indeed it was clear he was a thumb-headed blowhard and she the personification of acquiescence. She shook a lot. She mentioned she had had a child before they met and that the child had cerebral palsy. Fast forward to how the evening ended when I showed them a picture of Nancy Pelosi I had on my phone and the douche ws obviously an impersonation of the orange menace doing an impersonation of the journalist who had a like disability. To be clear, he was doing an evil impersonation of Nancy to suggest she was somehow neurologically disabled as if he was swallowing whatever kind of speak was coming from the fake right news. That was that. I told them they had to get the fuck out of my face. They did. Soon we were called for our flight. It was late and we were exhausted. I had them make up my bed in the herringbone class of Virgin and I ordered food but I was asleep before it arrived.

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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Capricorn 2° (December 24)

The journey begins. I feel that I am bringing way more than I need but at the same time there is room to jettison things as we go. I really feel that if we work the French books over the course of the next few months they can simply go in the trash afterward. I also need to focus on my reworking of Sextrology in various ways. First of all I am pushing forward on my book idea and will find someone who will put into print—why not. I was so excited by the prospect and I can’t let a little set back get me down. The top five are Penguin/Random, Harper, S&S, Hachette and MacMillian. After that come Scholastic. Disney next. Houghton Mifflin is number eight and Workman is nine. Then tenth is Sterling, whichi s Barnes and Nobles imprint. Eleven through Twenty is a mix of (independents) Norton, Kensington, Chronicle, Sourcebook. Anyway we will get to the bottom of how we might make a difference here. I think that if I write this story and then try to get it published it would make quite a saga. I want to take the reins of this and make a true difference in the world of what’s what. I think it would make very interesting reading in the end I really do. Mightier Than. Mightier Then. Rising From The Mire of Traditional Publishing. So I don’t want to get sued by any of you people so I am sending you paragraphs and passages from some stories I’m working on, on the theme of my life in publishing, working for glossy magazines and newspapers, ad agencies and advertorials, and as an online (and broadcast) contributors and content creators; and of course as authors, under pseudonyms. As an idea it will have to keep I realize.

The car is arriving at eleven thirty and I suppose I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. We are bringing food that is in the fridge, some berries and youghurt and spinach and turkey bacon and I will forget the hard boiled eggs that are in a bowl in the fridge. And that’s not all. The drive in the SUV, from this driver we’ve used before, was great; but the car was really hot. S had four or five bags, as did I, including the bag of food. We asked for the heat to be turned down which is slightly was. We got to my inlaws. We brought all the bags in and I noticed something was leaking. What had happened. The boot was so heated, and the food bag was obviously placed over a heating vent, because the turkey bacon was all but cooked in its plastic wrap; the baby spinach salad was likewise now cooked in its plastic box, the yogught had been turned into a sort of cooked version, like a yoghurt cake, but the weirdest thing of all was that an unopened bottle of wine had apparently come to some kind of boil and had pushed out its cork about half way, completely popping out of it’s metal casing. So everything but the wine was thrown away. I’m thinking I should make a mulled wine out of it; although I will find that idea will be shut down. On the way to town I passed the time cutting and pasting holiday wishes to people in my contacts. One friend wrote back she was thinking of that day; she lives in the next town over from the inlaws coincidentally. I told her she should come visit any time after five.

I don’t love Christmas I must say but I get through it for the one little one in the family. The gather consists of such a rag-tag gathering of folks it isn’t real. I helped in the kitchen. I had to drink wine in secret because we are trying not to trigger an advanced aged and advancing alcoholic in the family. And by this I don’t mean me for once. It is weird to drink in secret for other reasons other than trying to hide your own indulgences. I sent more Christmas notes. I took a shower. I got a bit buzzed so to tolerate certain conversations. I didn’t keep myself from tasting stuff but I was pretty disciplined where I could have gone full gluttony. And I fell asleep around eight thirty, not realizing that our friend was texting about then to ask if we would still be going at nine thirty. Everyone had left and only S and her sister and brother-in-law and niece and the brother-in-laws mother  were still about when J. knocked on the door bearing a poinsettia and truffles. Oh lord. When S. came up I woke up for a minute and she told me of this late arrival and I did feel rather remiss and terrible about it. Ah, Christmas. I see from social media that folks are gathered upstate. I feel sad sometimes not being invited places; and a bit out of joint that some of the invitees include people that are not nice to or supportive to my causes. But really, it’s Christmas, so I can only wish them well. I will try and mean it.

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.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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Capricorn 1° (December 23)

Today is something of a grab bag. I need to update my finances for starters. I will put that tarp on after my dump run and get to the bank to tell them where I’m going to be. I’m updating my finances. I gave Brad my keys. Christmas Eve, tomorrow, I will send out more gifties and on Boxing Day I will ask for major money from all the donators. And then on S’s birthday I will go the extra mile in flinging the book out there into the ether. I hope to be able to do that all the month of January and February too if need be. These should be big months for us. I can better articulate what will need doing. I am thinking Irish today. Cleaned the entire house from top to bottom, like crazy clean. I am aware that my resilience has taken more of a hit than usual. More of an imperative now than ever, then, to make sure things are moving forward. At first I had this idea of writing a tell all about my experiences. It really isn’t a bad idea. I have known a great many people and I could combine the stories into something seamless, peripherally about what things are supposed to be about. I do know I have to stop bitching and whining on here. And I could use a good tutorial on my new laptop so that I don’t end up hating it. The next week will be fairly telling. I will do my best not to overdo certain indulgences on Christmas Eve and Day. I am not eating every baked good in sight. I want to get out in front of the curve again. I know the best way to achieve this is to remove myself and really focus on the bounty at hand, what is working, instead of what is limping along. I don’t want to be motivated by revenge, but I do believe in fairness. Fueled by my Irish feelings and a last puff for the road I will dance a jig tonight. There is this musical show on our local radio called The Fiddle and the Harp and it is one of my favorite things. I used to listen to it at J.D.’s house after a bath many years ago, when I traveled everwhere by bicycle. I love living out there yearround I must be honest. But nothing is affordable any longer and there are few other towns on the Cape where travel by bicycle makes as much sense. It is cold and lonely there to boot. But I must say it is wonderful and if I could do it I would do it.  At least I think so.

Random thinking: Reach out to get money for Afterglow. Drive to Provincetown. Work on putting next two weeks into Moleskine. Run down list of clients who are receiving books. Schedule a day for the gift giving. See what I can order from Etsy on a steampunk theme. Order new shoes from Huckberry. Put pill package together. Clean refridgerator.

Remove screens. Tell Jim about trip.Buy shirt and tie flourishes.Finish reading Nerve and Jung book.Start reading French grammar books (maybe pack some French books).

Schedule procedure. Talk to dentist about whitening. Find or recreate the schedule of writing 2021 HA books. Subsequent Blagues: Go through the daily planner and type away! Blackboard: Cream colored spraypaint or other means of touch up. Go Back and Find those emails from LFC about Alice and TimPaypalMechanicsLaptopAstro Program

Hair CutShoesCar ServiceBikramPlease send me photos Jesse,AliceGift giving of HA Books….all clients and those to book appointments Send VSB grant. Order a car tarp.

Phones Devise a daily social media schedule.Schedule promotion of the books

Have a flyer for the (Paris) consultancy designed for proliferation.

Write Jackie: Can I namedrop at Flora. Do you know what time you get into Edinburg. Spoke with Alberfeldy hotel and they asked if we wanted to dine with them night arrival I said we did Schedule Dr. Yamin.Call Dr. Wang and S’s Derm.

Write Pascale Flesh-out Blackboard Artist List Illustrious. Buy New Daily Planner

Schedule Planet Moves (early Jan). Starter Kits (late Jan/Feb/March) 72 days

Decide when is Providence. What is January itinerary—Antonio? Griet? Antonella?

Vaudeville.Peter Davis.Tim Blanks. Get a fix on Wardrobe/CD Player

Sonos. Update Astrology App.

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.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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Capricorn 0° (December 22)

Woke at four and watched Nova and Nature. Then made a pot of coffee, cooked and prepped a few meals and did a bit of laundry. All the while I am thinking that I cannot go on this way. Last evening was a last straw and I suppose I did end up silently marking a turnabout with the Solstice. I sat down for a meal and, given the fact I never have a chance to discuss anything, let alone money, I was asking a few questions which were met with a total shutting down on the subject which would have been fine in and of itself. Except that instead of nipping things in the bud, I was met with a volumnous monologue all about how we are not to discuss such things (but we can discuss not discussing them ad nauseum apparently). I couldn’t stand another second and retreated to my solitutde and fell asleep as soon as I was able. So this morning I am resolute. I am never again putting myself through any of this. I am sticking to a singular path and will figure out as I go. My to-do list, as you might imagine (if you existed) is a mile long and I have forty-eight hours to go. My one and only goal in that time is to come down off all the tension I feel and to do the following:

Final dump run and then I need to cover the car with a tarp. Clean entire house. Pack my cases. I am going to be ridiculously spare on that subject. I need to go to bank and get a final accounting. I need to prepare a package of keys and instructions and deposit slips for Brad. I need to collect all of Terry K’s information which is strewn about somewhere. I will be adding to this list as the day goes on. Like finding a bunch of small safety pins. Also I will be going down the list of folks that might give late-breakingly to the cause and thus refill some of the coffers. This will largely be in vain but you never know. It should entail running down a list of the folks on my budget sheet. I will keep adding to this particular paragraph.

So having walked out on dinner last evening there is still a lot of uneaten salad and there is nearly an entire pot of soup. So today we will eat leftovers for lunch and we will have a veg plate of sorts for dinner. I can make some red onion and quinoa to go with it if we feel it necessary. It is Sunday. I have ten full days before the evening of the party. I am going to make a latch ditch effort and losing the extra and I am going to try and reduce my inflammation overall. I know it is possible for me to accomplish this if I set my mind to it. I will seem much changed to others. This is what we used to call “second semester” coming early this year. I need to stay spare and airy in my brain and stress free and so back to what I was saying about being in the kitchen this morning and having turned the solstice corner. I am really truly finished with certain dynamics. I will take care of the finances and settle things myself. I am no longer goig to ask for any information or allow for any more opportunites to have information that is meant to be privy me to be withheld. I am going to try my damnest to remain solo; but in so doing I have to be totally above reproach. These are things I can do. This is where being away might come in very handy. I have to find myself again and I have to work out a way to get all I need to get to into works. I will only be away for a few short months. And in that time I will cast the festival, reach out to the former stars, write an entire new series of 2021 books.

Ended up making a delicious lentil power pasta dish with cauliflower and having a pretty fun night in the end. Tried to watch SNL because everyone made such a big deal out of Eddie Murphy. It is still unfunny and not watchable. I am scrambling but I will get everything done. I need a holiday if nothing else and I’m going to make sure I have one.

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.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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