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Coming, World

Sagittarius 6° (November 28)

I’m hard pressed to make a reckoning of what all might have happened since we created that range of jewelry way back when. We had the notion you see to create a range of jewelry, based on the symbology, and even original designs thereof we had made up to illustrate our books, into a collection of charm necklaces by sign. Jewelers we knew with their own collection called Ten Thousand Things said they wanted to do it. So we created twelve charm necklaces for women, with five specific charms of our own divining. These are what got the major press in magazines. And there was another line of more unisex necklaces in an i-d pendant style. They were a big hit commercially, which was perhaps unexpected. Anyway, it was a beautiful experiment but our collaborators were focused on their own brand. As were we. We kept the name, but it was lodged in the backs of our brains that we would some day soon pick up that ball and run with it. And over the years we began to design the concept for what AsterCast should be: The most beautiful and truly empowering fully customizable collection of potent charms, amulets and precious stones that the customer can arrange in powerful combinations.

I must make it so I need the sense of creating demonitized dynasty. Since last incarnation we published a second major book as well as launched a series of yearly astrology books. One of us got a master’s degree in psychology, we hosted a successful radio show and guested regularly on top-rated cable shows, we contributed columns to, among others, Allure, Vogue Paris and German Glamour magazines and to The Daily Beast. As fashion and design experts of note, we contriuted numerous features to Neimann Marcus’ The Book as well as collaborating with, creating content for: Chandelier, MAC, Kyle Minogue, Selfridges, Harvey Nichols, Marc Jacobs, Colette, Nokia.

We formed a festival, in its 8th year and 3rd year series at American Repertory Theater . Stella is creator of American Baroness, a TK and Quinn is creator of the Cosmic Blague, a daily reckoning of a life careening through space at TK MPH on an orb with a circumference of X and a diameter of Y. Peformed a Starsky + Cox musical show.

 

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Peoplegraphs One

Sagittarius 5° (November 27)

Paragraphs I want to deliver people:

#1

I am really happy for your success and I see into you and know what you’re up against. You feel it could have all been different, that you’d be bigger; so you pretend not to hurt at taking the jobs you do, even though they would be great for somebody—they’re just not great for you. So you fake it. And you puff it up and you will blow it out and milk it, of these things I have no doubt. I’m going to try and experiement and offer my services to you. I can co-produce things. I can act. I can do whatever. I think there is great potential here. I really wish you’d stop smoking. It’s so gross. And all the whistling in the graveyard meanwhile. The thing is you lied. You did. You put on a show for your “manager” whom we knew and you blew that relationship because you said we were going to pay you some ridiculous some when the plan was to split 50/50 whatever we made which was nothing. When he came over you turned it on and preteneded we were mid conversation about “wrapping up our deal” when that wasn’t true at all. I ended up giving you a quarter of what you asked for just because. And still you didn’t really do right by the relationship. You rather threw it under the bus. But we have to rise above. And we can never bring it up to you—you would only go on the attack again. It goes with the territory being me: I have to let so much slide and suffer such slings sometimes. I have to be the bigger person. That’s what I am all about, in this lifetime anyway. In the next one the gloves may be off.

 

#2 And you. You seem to forget one basic fact in your forging through every conversation: you don’t have to make a living. You could basically do nothing, ah but there’s the rub. You still seem to choose to call yourself X when X mightn’t be your strongest suit and, because you have unlimited time and resources, you can afford to be just okay. And that would be fine. But you challenge us all to critique you all the time. It really can be exhausting. And the truth is no, you’re not the best in the world at X; but that wouldn’t even matter if we thought you were having fun doing it. There is no good or bad at X or anything. There is just the love of the do. I would do anything to help you see that forest for the trees. Just enjoy it more and we’ll all enjoy it more. Just throw it out there and don’t need anything in return. Performing should be one big long way of saying Fuck It. And the truth is I do really value your friendship and I want to speak honestly. I do think you have talent and I’ve thought so since the first time I saw you when, I think, you were, purposefully or not, being very simple. Simple really works for you. Light and simple and sweet is, well, the sweet spot of how you shine. I really believe in you. I wish you believed more in yourself. And I wish you’d stop hanging around malignant narcisissits who have become reliant on your worship. Idolatry isn’t good. You are your own true goddess. Do an incantation to YOUR higher power.

 

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Martha Called Me A Mage

Sagittarius 4° (November 26)

A whole bunch of interesting folk are born on February 8. You might think this isn’t à propos but it is.

 The Cosmic Blague will largely be synonymous with living up to being some kind of modern Mage. The truth is I am endowed with pretty stellar psychic ability but the fact I can’t control it in any way shape or form, and that it’s taken me a lifetime to trust it, precludes any patting myself on the back for any of it. And yet it is part of me. And there are funny stories, one including a fence, and one including an old man in Rome, that pop to mind. I cannot wait to be able to take two trains with an overnight to Rome again. The phrase make it so has lately been ringing in my ears. This begins February 19 of next year.

 On March 21, I will walk up stairs and create my first official tweet of a new era. I will be speaking with you, much like this, telling the world what I plan to do hourly, daily, weekly. I will tell you that I am studying a sex-sign per fortnight. (And I’ll be making notes for my next big book). I will also be, in part each day, Blaguing again about the Sabian Symbols, making some Poetic Notes on the Sabian Symbols. And I will talk about my discoveries of the sign of Aries man, for example, and engage the audience. So that’s book, two being given a little sugar. I think I might even work a bit on the aura books. Making some notes on the vibration of color and so forth. We can explore the entire enterprise and estate of each day.

Maybe we can come up with 360 degree symbols based on the Sabian symbol. That could be beautiful.

Noted. I think the notion of our being in Europes for Haute Couture means we must start exploring all those casts and characters. I look so forward to leading with asthetics for a while in my life. The showbiz life is one thing, and it is my primary love, but after some time you end up feeling just like a person who was born in a trunk.

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Blond Girls

Sagittarius 3° (November 25)

 

I must remember that Sagittarius 3° is where I work on drafting the letter to sponsors this year—returning, lapsed, would-be or Sparklers. Wow so that’s actually more than several different sponsor letters I’ll need in all. I’m not sure what I’ll say but I’m sure to say something. Why it is I can’t bring myself yet to even think about it not withstanding, it may be that I need to find a new relationship to fundraising. I may need to get some blond girls on board. Anyway here goes.

I hope this finds you well, in the eleventh week of winter, looking forward to spring and all it brings. We are extra excited on our end to be planning the eigth annual Afterglow Festival in Provincetown. Year seven felt like a milestone, year eight already feels more dug in and we hope, with your help, will prove to be transformational.

 

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Blackboard

Sagittarius 2° (November 24)

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Blackboard

 

Coffee

Ezekiels

Amond Butter

Honey

Lemons

Apples

Berries

Oatmeal

Tahini

Eggs

Bacon

Fancy Olive Oil

Olive Oil

Basil

Thyme

Mint

Oregano

Tarragon

Avocado

Trio Peppers

Chilis

Onion

Red Onion

Scallion

Shallot

Ginger

Turmeric

Mushroom

Potato

Sweet Potato

Miso

Barley

Lentils

Carrots

Celery

Bok Choy

Cabbage

Kale

Qunioa

Parsley

Tomato

Plum Tomato

Salad

Paprika

Shredded Coconut

Almond Milk

Date Palm Sugar

Cilantro/Coriander

Chick Peas

Stock/Broth

Anchovy

Red Chili Flakes

Whole Chicken

Salmon

Fish 2

Clams

Feta

Tofu

Pasta

Dijon

Wasabi

Dish Soap

Hand Soap

Paper Towel

TP

Small White Trash Bags

 

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Right, Cheers, Thanks A Lot

Sagittarius 1° (November 23)

 

This was Thanksgiving Day. I don’t remember being terribly happy when all was said and done. I know I was alone drinking red wine and making food and by the time it was all cooked I was so full I couldn’t eat any of it. At moments like that you think, well, maybe I should have opted to be around people after all; then again, the same-sameyness of being someone without family come holiday time makes me want to bolt familiar settings completely, escaping to some European enclave. I want to see the small towns of Alsace and such places. I want to be based in another reality where education and health care is covered and not everyone has a gone even if for killing a surplus of deer. It’s American even in New England. And we’re back to the pilgrims and Thanksgiving.

Ever been to Plymouth rock? That’s all it is. Anyway I think the plan for tomorrow is to get the ad up and running and then draft a sponsor letter while running through and sending all A.F. people their book. So that will be #4. And the kitchen set up should be #5. There will be one or two new things to write for the design documents we’re working on. And whatever else pops to mind tomorrow can become present-day entries. Then Friday’s challenge is to write the 24 off the top of my head new evolutionary feeling snapshots that can serve as the front matter for next year’s horoscope books.

What might be a good follow up to that is the devising of the newsletter, with its various components. That could be very helpful in killing birds. Before you know it Billy Boy you will be working solely on your creative solo project, allowing your many fans of the Blague applaud you all the while toward your next soaring success. Right now you must be content with punching your way out of a paper bag. It does seem a bit insane en route, but I think the logic will be revealed. If we stay super close to the bone, all will be possible and all will be revealed.

 

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My Buddy

Scorpio 30° (Nov 22)

 

I was in Wellfleet on this day and made some kind of Pasta for dinner while gearing up for an entire Thanksgiving weekend meal(s) for myself, since I was going to be very much alone. I know I was already compartmentalizing on many levels. I recently came across a piece of paper (I chucked out) which outlined the timing with which I had to prep X or psre-cook Y so that I could have a seamless cooking schedule on Thursday and a nice roll-out of leftovers to eat since I would be alone for a total of four days. This day, like today, is a Wednesday, in preparation of some alone time. But in my case it won’t happen for another three days. Still we know how fast that can be. There must be something I can froth together.

I was musing yesterday on how nice it would be to have budget to stay over in Ptown when wanting a full night there a few times a month. I think just always have hotel 2night at the ready. Same for other areas of the Cape. It would be a blast to go to the Ocean House some Spring night and stay at one of the nearby Inns. I actually think I prefer something like that. Or somewhere in the center of Chatham just for a laugh. One really must laugh. I can for sure add that sort of thing to the budget for the coming year. It’s all a crap shoot anyway. I’ve been thinking too about getting high. I was surprised to hear the story about Ezra and J. I can’t imagine dealing with a dealer.

Nowadays it’s legal. So maybe people just give you some and then with a wink you give them an early cash Christmas present? I think it’s great but, being a new phenomenon, in a landscape of nothing quite being, never mind the same but, as it should be. It just adds to the surreality. I don’t recognize this world. It makes me want to regress. To the eighth grade. Where I can tuck into my sister’s bigger full-size bed, she being at college for what will prove just over a semester total, and turn on Family on a…Sunday night I think it was? I want Kristy MacNicol’s problems. What was her name on the show? Something junior lesbianic. Oh, Buddy! That’s right of course it was.

 

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Unsolicited

Scorpio 29° (Nov 21)

On November 21, I awake in Wellfleet and my diary from that day reads:

Cheese and bread and soup dinner. And I wrote, here, on that very day:

I find that I rise to my full powers around this time of year, if I had to put a cyclical lense on my psychic abiltity per annis. Last night was a sliver of a sliver of a sliver Moon, just a day and a few degrees off the New. We talk about dangling the psychologist and psychic spin of the Starsky + Cox brand, but the truth is there is truthiness without pushing. People find us. We have never solicited a single client.

All of this is true and I’m temped to cut and paste it but really where does one put things like this. Not surprisingly I felt such power in the sign of Scorpio. I suppose into a Blague that is supposed to be funny but isn’t. And boy oh boy do I feel the opposite of self-promoting. That will change. I really need cut my losses with some people I realize. I’m going to have to go into a certain shop, for instance, and pretend that nothing happened.

 It looks like maybe Stella would have alreaded headed to viisit family. I stay behind. I know I can have what feels natural without having to lean too far out of my comfort zone. I’m thinking about many things, no doubt. Not least of which is Social Media. 

Q will man the S+C Twitter account and S will mind the Instagram. The plan is to be up and running on some kind of system by 12:15 PM on March 20 with the Spring Equinox.

I believe I will start the Sabian Symbols. Will likely present whatever Sabian Symbol that is, hopefully also kind of cuspy. And then start with 1° Aries on the 21st. I’ll also be studying the Aries Man for a fortnight. I’ll be telling the people that’s what I’m doing. Particularly on FB. All the Next book research will be primarily based in Facebook.

 I will do weather report every morning as the morning tweet from S + C. I can use random imagery or Sabian imagery—though the more I think about it the lighter I would go on this, but keep this as my private project. I can mention the Sabian Symbol. But might just stick to mentioning anything astrological that’s occuring or something says smooth sailing or some sort. As far as research for next book goes I think I shall put things in the form of a question, maybe pulling from Sextrology and debating about it so…I think QuinnCox on Twitter should be synonymous with the Blague but of course retweet whatever S+C Twitter tweets. All S+C tweets should also be landing on S+C Facebook page which then can be shared on private pages plus Sextrology, Haute Astrology, Cosmic Coupling and in the S+C group.

The midday S+C tweet will vary by day. The seven revolving themes are TK but include: “Today is the Day…” , perhaps something to do with the Kitchen or in the meantime some remerching and for sure some kind of V-Day advertisement. I’m on it.

 

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No Kind of White Woman

Scorpio 28° (Nov 20)

 

On November 20, I awake in Wellfleet and my diary from that day reads:

Cousin Jim let slip today that he loves having us here and hopes we’ll continue to stay. This coming off our washing machine dying its full death before we left for the UK last month. He made clear he wasn’t going to buy a new one, that it was on us; which would be cast into a strange light, admittedly, if he didn’t want us to stay on come end of lease next year. But one never knows. So now we know he is smitten and as keeping this place is such a cinch—touch wood—we have a couple more years of phenomenal daily beach walks ahead.

Joan Didion probably tops the list of authors, in her case, essayist and novelist, whom I’ve never read but wanted to read. I saw Griffin Dunne’s documentary and not only loved it; but it loosed in me a spree of creative expression, such that I was determined to watch the doc again the next morning, which I did; I long to see it again. S. has been a rabid fan since the stone age but being no kind of white woman, I wasn’t rushing to read Didion because, anyway, I don’t read, a fact, I’m now determined to change. And I chose Didion to read.

I read the preface and whereupon realized I am reading a book of essays, all?, most? of which have been published, thirteen of twenty?, in the Saturday Evening Post? Anyway, she speaks of writing the Slouching Toward Bethlehem essay and having to drink gin and waters 20 hours a day, and take Dexetrine, and all I thought was, ma’am, how could the writing of an essay in a magazine cause all that. Trying writing a 560 page treatise with sidebars and three hundred relationship appendixes over five years. Even I, l’ homme qui resist pas,” waited until the fourth year, and until 5 o’clock, then 1PM, to drink tiny lemon flavored vodkas to push through till 7.

Girl, get over yourself, thought I.

But tonight I might actually read some of Didion’s actual writing. So I might understand her position better tomorrow. I won’t end up doing so until the very last week of December while floating around off the West Indies. Poor me.

 

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Fluid

Scorpio 27° (Nov 19)

On November 19, I awake in Wellfleet and my diary from that day reads:

Heard back from P. yesterday in a very kind note. Drove to Orleans late day after Bianca for wine and orange cheese. The morning we shopped in Provincetown and then spoke with Cathleen.

This will constitute one in a series of instances that might all fall under the heading: barely got away with it. It’s never good to be the messy one and, though I manage to avoid that most times, I do notice that there have been more instances with frequency in the last quarter of the year. Oh well. That me would be glad to know I’m now in self-love mode such that I’m not drinking a drop of anything alcoholic. It goes in cycles for me. But given the larger socio-political landscape and general shape of things, it’s been that much easier to lose oneself in a pre-dinner bottle of Lambrusco. But it never solves anything.

Anyway here I am getting an enormous handle on all that needs to be done during the next month, while I generate content for ten blagues a day over the next, still, let’s see, over roughtly tne next eight or nine days. That doesn’t sound so bad now come to think of it. By this time next week I should be in pretty good shape actually. It’s very strange this whole process of distillation whereby I have gone through ever piece of paper on my desk (there is a small pile on the other side of the room dating back, no doubt, to this time last year, but it doesn’t quite make sense to tackle that now. I should probably do so on Saturday when I will need a good deal of material to work against. As it is right now I’m pretty much full up on what needs or doesn’t need to happen in the coming days.

I think once I again meet myself next week and are back to normal one Blague a day I will begin drafting the evening before and then finish it during the course of the day, beginning in the morning. I can record just about anything on any given day. Especially days that aren’t writing days, I can still represent some of my ideas, ongoingly, without getting quote unquote behind again. That is for the birds. And I say I was derailed by the publishing news we received in October but really, let’s face it: I was in a position to let myself be derailed and that’s not so dandy.

I do need to rewrite any dodgy headlines this year. I think it will be easier than I imagine. There are so many wonderful people out there and I need to get out and social this year. I need to give myself the gift of as low a percentage of body fat I can muster and I need to get a bike lock so I can leave my bicycle at the Provincetown Inn. I think I’d like to get myself a room there from time to time, maybe even from hotel 2night. I can also make that part of my rounds with hoteliers: We are looking to move ourselves back to Provincetown do you have any leads? Meanwhile we are going to stay at hotels randomly this summer. Do you have a secret hotline we can call?

 

 

 

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