Taurus 21° (May 11)

Aries: Instinct Drive Honesty Force Physicality Lust Vigilance Ambition Spirit Initiative Objectivity Directivity Muscle Selfhood Libido Reality Realness Autonomy Action Id Temper Ingenuity Edge Enterprise Arrogance

Taurus: Sensuality Value Bliss Ease Relaxation Cultivation Materialism Stuff Possession Ownership Appetite Hunger Beauty Attraction Innocence Temptation Naivete Allure Nature Beauty Stick-to-itiveness Persistence Pleasure

Gemini: Thought Smarts Nerve Savvy Curiosity Versatility Savvy Excitement Stimulation Transaction Community Disruption Provocation Immediacy Cunning Wit Style Flash Trickery Companionship Information Communication Intimacy

Cancer: Intuition Hope Mysticism Promise Deliverance Flow Rhythm Recovery Direction Care Guidance Determination Trust Security Appeal Acceptance Guts Providence Nurture Irony Expression Wishcraft

Leo: Strength Backbone Courage Authority Loyalty Restoration Passion License Nobility AutocracyDedication Edification Leisure Play Tyranny Protection Heart Ego Authenticity Fun Play Recreation Creation Confidence Pride Sanctimony

Virgo: HealingProgress Improvement Discretion Discrimination Conscience Devotion Composition Lemonade Service Work Functionality Sympathy Virtue Vulnerabity Cure Core Purity Alchemy Ingenuity Diligence Humanity Invention Self-help Humility

Libra: Character Light Charm Harmony Principle Prophecy Idealism Glamour Class Cool Reason Equipoise Order Balance Craft Peace Perfection Elan Elegance Poetry Elevation Temperance Fairness Abstraction Relationship Karma Justice Temperance Solidarity Society

Scorpio: Seduction Mystery Investigation, Subtext Desire Shade Possession Stealth Surprise Chemistry Meaning Sex(y) Psyche Magnetism Mesmerism Control Gravitas Depth Subterfuge Captivation Gaslighting Strategy Investment Sting Silence Profit Regeneration Transformation Elimination Proof Deception

Sagittarius: Freedom Pizzazz Jazz Philosophy Wanderlust Genius Radiance Spontaneity Understanding Power Knowledge Expansion Magnanimity Generosity Abundance Exaggeration Bigness Risk Reward Optimism Ecstacy Exaltation Success Greatness

Capricorn: Faith Ascension Superiority Icon Dignity Ease Structure Exclusivity Stature Containment Preservation Reservation Tradition Culture Endurance Patience Solemnity Perseverance Posterity Glory Eternity Gravitas Atonement Renunciation Honor Footing

Aquarius: Communion Grace Joy Truth Revelation Diversity Eccentricity Uniqueness Unicorn Futurism Inspiration Vision Camp Universality Quirkiness Mutation Evolution Revolution Prescience Distance Detachment Individuation

Pisces: Belief Fantasy Delusion Illusion Imagination Magic Dreaming Love Compassion Symbiosis Dissolution Empathy Sacrifice Transcendence Release Interindependence Memory Oneness Meditation Nirvana Serenity Distillation Solvency

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Taurus 20° (May 10)

Today might be a bit tough. I wasn’t in the best mood last night as a result of, well, a number of things. Reptiles of the mind as Blake put it. I don’t know what’s preventing me from moving forward these last few days. I mean I haven’t completely dropped the ball I’m just having a hard time not being distracted. There really is no reason to be, just my mind being a bit wacked out is all these days. I am trying to do better I really am. I’m looking forward to this trip away as a mental health break and hope to make some decisions about work and so forth before things start speeding out of summer control as they always do (let’s not kid ourselves). I will have to take my lumps meanwhile and try to figure out the path through. For starters I need to work on finishing up some of the sign intros for next year’s book. But it will have to keep because over the last couple of days I have let al my chores slip, giving into sloth and gluttony and other such sins. Speaking of sins I saw a funny movie called I think Small Hours or something to that effect, about fourteenth century nuns. I thought it was going to be serious and pastoral when I clicked it on but as the credits began to roll I realized it was going to be a comedy with Dave Franco, Molly Shannon and John C. Reilly. It was kind of dumb but in a benign and humorious way. Unlike Wine Country by Amy Poehler who, I’m sorry, is a total hack.

I will use this day to heal and catch up. I think not only that the only way out is through, but I think some of my recent upset and falling into a bit of a hole is part of the journey toward soaring which I intend to do. I really do need, first, to make some ammends which I will do; but mainly I need to give myself a good talking to, as Dylan said. My nerves definitely need a bit of soothing and I shall endeavor to take the next fortnight to put everything back on track and hopefully get back into the hot room. That is a personal goal of mine to be sure. Not that I fancy driving to Brewster every day but the point is I could. I think some shorter trips in the car might be good for me; I don’t expect you to know what that means as it refers to an inner struggle I’m working myself through. It will all be right in the end. I have hope for my immediate future and see no reason to postpone my joy. I have a ways to go and I have to take it a moment at a time really but the good news is I think I might do so fairly successfully and over the next two weeks I hope to walk on the beach every single day. It is time I believe to make that a reality. There are certain things I can put off and other things that I cannot. This falls into the second category.

Some of the main thoughts I need to get down on paper presently: Devising all the keywords for our new t-shirts. Really getting to the bottom of sic. Casting the festival and putting all fundraising into place. I have already spent the hour reorganizing my schedule. This has to be a marathon and not a sprint and I really want to honor myself and get a piece of work together that is cathartic. I might buy myself some nerve tonic in the coming days to see if there is any real effect from it. We shall see. There is some basic stuff you can get at CVS. I’d like to see if it can help with the inevitable bouts of anxiety over the course of the next several weeks. I need focus and concentration too. And meditation and silence. I know that with steady diligence I have the power to pull this off. I just need to embody the real meaning of the word courage: really just moving through. That’s my main goal here. I have some dragons to slay. To be sure, is Miss McKay would say.

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Taurus 19° (May 9)

Trump and Bernie share voters. Stewart Copeland made a The Police movie. There is an ad for a show hosted by a guy who used to be a white supremist and now helps that tribe disengage. Mixed feelings about pretty much everything. I cannot believe that only an hour has gone by. I also cannot believe that at entire hour has gone by. The United States has just taken over a North Korean ship. The more things heat up the more they will heat them up. I was looking at things to do in Portland. I really want to have a great time while in town there. I’m thinking I will call for early check in and leave Boston around nine then get there by eleven. I think it would be fun to do a long walk up to the Eastern Promenande and East Bayside. The next morning I will do the West. I will make my hotel time the five to eight time. I think I’ll have dinner at the Press the first night. I have dinner plans for Fore Street on night two. I don’t have to get on the iCloud. I need some encrypted stuff in my life and system. I don’t want to know different passwords. I will put my old-school hard drive into a safe deposit box. Watching old Fosse & Verdon clips from the b/w sixties. So proud of our friend who wrote the latest Fosse Verdon. A part of me needs to have a small presence in Portland, where I have always wanted to live.

I woke up feeling pretty poorly. Not sure if it’s allergies or cold or what. But I swear I can feel my uvula when I swallow. I was walking around and felt like a small bone shifted inside my head and it was a positive adjustment. I have never had any sacro cranaial or whatever it’s called but it was something I imagine like that. A small shift in skull alignment? Why not. I feel a large life force inside me that needs certain expression. If I tell myself that I can’t take my fingers from the keyboard what is to keep them from sticking to typing away. Nothing. I flash back to the short time I lived in Hoboken hovering outside of New York City for a few years before I moved to the West Village. I was still living there when I made my Broadway debut. It had been twelve years since I left my native New Jersey for New England and Europe; but I suppose it is fitting that the Jersey boy is the one to have debuted on Broadway. If by 430, two hours from now, I could take a nap I might be energized enough, later, to forge on. With KC DC and Katy Tur and Hallie Jackson added to Nicole Wallace and Stephanie Ruel (spelling?) it’s hard to keep straight the women of MSNBC.

Some days are just a slog. It’s the way it goes. I said the other day how much more I have to say when I’m in a city. But when I’m just back at the beach working on things that need to be worked on, there isn’t that much more to talk about. And yet there is a secret center of the sublime within the more prosaic experiences. I am soon (the phone rings) and I forget what I was going to say because a stupid eye doctor has cancelled my appointment. My question is: If they list certain days and hours as available you’d think they would not schedule surgeries or whatever else at that time. “Nothing contributes so much to tranqulize the mind as steady purpose,” said Mary Shelley. I need to remember that as the week unfolds.

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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Taurus 18° (May 8)

I don’t have a lot to say when I’m in a same-samey space. And yesterday I actually ended up just stringing random sentences together I had floating at the end of a document. Not quite a to-do list, more a bit of Dada that I recorded for various purposes. It is important to get out there and to be visible, a word that looks weird to me. We will today figure out whether we will do nouns or adjectives for the back of our t-shirts—I advocate for the former. They are more powerful. A. is the most talented of people. I actually miss her. It is a boon beyond measure to actually like the person with whom you decide to work. It was a magical trip to New York, I feel. Taking the train does make all the difference. I have to use the poison to get my way back to the nectar. Who isn’t running for president I wonder? I’m going sentence by sentence. I just saw an advertisement for the Peabody Essex museum. I want to buy property in a number of places. I feel that I can pull that off. Good grief Danny Deutsch has been given his own show. Starring him and his teeth. I have to thank Chris Hughes for his courage. And he’s way cuter than Mark Zuckerberg.

I am fortunate in my fantasisma. It might not be a word but it should be. Every sentence is a mountain to climb today. I have something lurking in my throat whilst I make plans for a solo joint to Portland, one of my favorite places on the planet. I do need to address the speed with which certain crutches have become fixtures. I don’t need any of that I really don’t. I have been watching tons of Gwen Verdon videos online. I had the good fortune of my mother who took us to see Chicago with Gwen and Chita. Growing up in the TriState area offered we children of the seventies certain sophistication but also a propensity for destruction, of the self-sort. Rhythm in your bedroom, rhythm in the street. My mother kept (I now think) me home from school when I was in kindergarten or first grade so I could be her date to go see the film Sweet Charity. We had such fun she and I together. Me and my very own Auntie Mame. While my sister was in school, I was an only child, and I think my mother preferred it that way. She never quite clicked, chemically, with my sister. Theirs was an uneasy alliance always. And here I am, one o’clock the next day after this post, still working on filling out a few paragraphs. Donald Trump Jr. is subpoenaed, Barr is in contempt of Congress, another child is dead from a school shooting, a hero child: Kendrick Castillo. We will never forget him. We must honor every soldier in the war of domestic terrorism. When he tweets it’s breaking news. That is media’s fault. Wake. Write. SM/bite. Exercise. Notes/Coffee. Write. Lunch. Work. Dinner. Read. It

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Taurus 18° (May 7)

I’m intolerant. If people talk on their cellphone in the quiet car I stand up and glare at them unblinkingly. I am always the police. I’m sure it has something to do with being raised in a household with an explosive rage addict. I am working on completing the final report to get another burst of grant money; and I am slowly moving the needle, still, on casting next year’s programming in Provincetown and Cambridge. I completely unpacked and re-jigged my closets and so forth, and I think I will be making special trips to the dump soon either to chuck everything metal and/or to bring things to the swap shop. I had someone come and cart away an old king-sized mattress and am now lying on a new one which is quite low to the ground which feels Scandi-Japanese-y. I really hope we can oust this horrible president. The news has never been so grim about someone in the beloved White House. They will have to fumigate after this guy. We can’t become a fascist country—not us; it is shocking to even think of it happening. But it now no longer seems impossible. And yet people just keep going on with their business (of making money) and nobody seems to really care what is happening here. We really are in constitutional crisis. There are actually criminals running the executive branch of our government which, I realize has never been pristine. But we are in uncharted territories and we have to get out of this. I get derailed by the fatigue associated with all of this. How can the people in power have no respect for the institutions they run and the people they are meant to serve.

I just got back from New York yesterday and I really could have used a bit of rest and a mental health day; instead I overachieved in a variety of ways. Hey it happens. But now I’m feeling a bit under the weather. Focus has been on organizing and getting back to normal with food and sleep. It is very possible that Arya and Sansa side with Cersei and somehow there should be metaphor in that. There isn’t. There has been some word from Spain but it doesn’t seem good. I don’t know why those who play the victim also always want to be the perp. Jonah came by and he seems to be in a good place. He looks handsome and together and I hope all is well with him. I have cast Penny in the series for next year but I still have some work to do to get the festival cast. I’m really not worried about it but it would be nice to bring something together.  I will grill Brad on who owns what. Cafe Heaven Patrick Drummey. Liz, Victor, Sparklers like Chris McCarthy It would mean the world to me if….I’m not sure why it is that my main sponsorship stream has all but dried up but I have to go where the tide takes me. I will write the Blurbs and then submit them to the powers that be. Instagram should link to website. Link in Bio

Write up on PAAM Tech StuffFigure out what to do (Emerson) with CDs and so forth.

Genius stuff. Using The Sign of Sexual Desire To Desire Is to Obtain. One has to be careful about psychic. The Libra symbol is a portrait of evening in all senses of the term.

Cancel Veritas. Dear Me, as a title of a book about writing to yourself as one can do. The plan thereiswas to offer the book for free for a day. And to start telling people about who we are and what the brand is. I will begin the day with the cosmic climate. And I’m going to focus on events and workshops this year while I outline a new proposal. I have to turn the page and change the headline all at once come late March which gives me a good two weeks—also our event is exactly a fortnight from today. I love the spring awakening. I love that Nina Simone song Another Springat least I think she wrote it. I meant to add that all kinds of conjuring could be going on. As I get into this myself it should inform the work. I’m happy to publish this when I’m sixty and to have thirty years with it. That would be a lovely thing, but I need to make changes and start pacing myself now don’t you reckon.

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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Taurus 17° (May 6)

I’m going to write for exactly ten minutes because I have to catch a train today from NYC back to Boston, well Dedham, actually where we’ve parked our car. All I can think about is lying down and watching RuPaul, Game of Thrones and Barry. We will likely pick up a piece of fish, an avocado and a box of salad and that will be dinner. These last several days in New York have been exhilirating and exhausting in equal measure. We are so grateful to have stayed mainly at our friends’ house, though we did stay at the Jane Hotel last night, which was very quiet, and from where I am currently writing this. Laurie Litchford’s name was really Jane. I just realized that. Oh well. Anyway…yesterday morning as we were readying to head to Dover Street Market to meet A., I was saying to S. that, if we decide to work with Barneys New York again, I forgot/reminded myself that we not only did product events with their stores in NYC and LA before but we launched our first book with them, Simon Doonan designer the windows and al that. Simon also endorsed the book on it’s back jacket. We walked in the pouring rain from Washington Street to Thirtieth and Lex and sat down at Rose’s Bakery and I blurted all this out to A. No sooner had I done so when Jonathan Adler (Simon Doonan’s husband) walked in with a friend! It keeps happening folks! The synchronicities! Anyway we had a cheery reunion and Jonathan’s mot du jour is now genteel. Last time we saw Jonathan was probably after we came back from working at Wallpaper* in London when we went down to his studio and he met us barefoot covered in clay, fresh from his potter’s wheel. (I always wondered if that wasn’t a little staged, and I actually hope it was because it was an innocent and vivid display. And anyway Jonathan is a Leo so he likes to be found in process, like Tom Sawyer white washing a fence.) At that time his mot du jour was cute. Like: “Isn’t American cute?” Which is what he actually said to us about our impressions on being back from the UK. To this day we say “isn’t America cute?”, a lot, but nowadays, mostly, ironically, cuz shit is anything than cute lately.

After lunch—spicey lentil soup and panisse with tapenade—we headed to the Park Avenue Armory for the TEFAF show. The first thing I thought was it was a fancy version of any kind of fair, the last one I attended being the LA Book Fair in 2013 which is where I last saw Jack Pierson. First we saw Richard Green had a booth with Pissaros and Renoirs. We know him through his wife and her twin sister so we said hello. A. knew the folks at Hemmerle. We were already saying how everything was genteel, picking up on Adler’s expression in a joking way of bonding as one does when one is arrested at the age of (a) fourteen (year-old girl), as we all are. And then who did we behold but, yep, Jack Pierson, looking rather shaky and delicate, being led around by a fellow we believe to be his steady boyfriend. I took the opportunity to break the five year old ice and I followed and said: Jack. He turned around not displeased to see me. We each asked if the other was well with our own special intent. And we both said yes very and that was that. I think I touched his face spontaneously. We will never be the close friends that we were; and obviously something has altered in his life. I can only say I truly hope he is well and just had a sprained ankle or something and I send him every amount of love and peace.

We breezed through Barneys then headed downtown to grab our stuff from R&R’s and headed over to check in at the Jane Street Hotel. The place is creepy but it was fine for one night. R. was already there at a memorial service in the ballroom and the other R. was heading over to meet us as we left the hotel. We tried getting into via Carota but ended up at Buvette. We had a lovely liquid trip through Bandol and conversation was lively and mostly in output mode. We went back to R&R’s and had a little night cap and I ticked the dog’s tummy for an hour on end. The television in the room didn’t work so we planned to get a little off the hotel price; this morning we had a couple of coffees in the restaurant off the lobby which used to be Gitane which was great and now is something called Old Rose which is not. We got ourselves some Sweet Greens and headed up to Penn Station. In the cab I was thinking I should contact Caitlin who lives in Portland as I’ll be there next week. I have yet to read her book but I have the pamplet for the book on me. I get to the station and open my email and I have a note from her sending me a link to a comedian who does bits about the star signs. Another synchronicity. We eat our lunch in the station and then get in line for the train, herded by the porter that performs a comedy act of his own, and has been doing so for decades. In line behind us a woman says “you look so familiar to me” to S. We zero in on the fact that she is Maud, a jewelry designer and one time client who lives on Beacon Hill. Another sign that we are threading through and all is a cosmic go. And now here I am on the Acela. S.’s seat doesn’t work. The tray table won’t come up and her seat won’t recline. She doesn’t care but I’m beside myself as I often am over things like this. It drives me absolutely bonkers. And now I’m going to get back to other work!

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Taurus 15° (May 5)

Okay so picking up from where we left off yesterday, today being Sunday. On Friday night, after A. left, S. and I went over to Chelsea Market and picked up some Miznom to bring back and eat. We were overstimulated by the strange phenomena of the day and we stayed up talking till midnight. I had asked S. who, if any entity was behind the star incident, who would it have been (having an answer myself ready). She said Laurie and that was exactly what I was thinking. Our friend Laurie died of cancer a month after her thirtieth birthday. It is to her that Sextrologyis dedicated. Through her we met Rob Weisbach who originally bought the book (although his imprint at Morrow was dissolved when Harper Collins bought Morrow and he left before our book was published). Laurie died a decade before, but we stayed close with Rob.

Laurie wrote an unfinished novel which is hinged (see the Dior story from yesterday) on a character who finds a penny on the street and the story unfolds from there—in her manuscript she taped an actual Penny. We have the unfinished manuscript in our possession as her boyfriend, Peter, who took care of her till the end, gave it to us. In the novel there is a couple, inspired by us, who buy a farm. In 1998 we bought a property on Cape Cod that was called Mimosa Farm. IN the first week there we went to the local bookshop and Laurie’s best friend from her creative writing masters program at Binghamton, who we only met once at Laurie’s funeral, had moved to the same town and opened a book shop. That was cosmic kismet enough, no? It really doesn’t end there. It continues. A few years ago S. did a solo show at Joe’s Pub and while backstage waiting to go on she silently, secretly dedicated the show to Laurie. Peter, whom we hadn’t seen in over a decade, was on his way to the train for East Hampton; and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He had seen on Facebook or somewhere that S. was doing a show, and he was overwhelmed by the sudden need to ditch his Hamptons plan and to beeline down to Joe’s Pub. Imagine S.’s reaction when she saw he was in the audience, after dedicating the show to Laurie. So Friday night we spoke all about this the two of us and went over the entire timeline of Laurie’s illness and, S. thinks and I agree, processed the whole thing for the first time in twenty five years. Because it was twenty five years ago.

Yesterday we woke up had breakfast and we were meant to meet Alice at 1030 at Ted Muhling but we checked and the shop didn’t open till later. So we decided we would meet at 1130 instead at de Vera on Howard Street. Fine. We were early and kipped into Rick Owen (A. was also apparently early and was browsing around Open Ceremony). We went into de Vera and had a momentary misunderstanding and snit so I decided to go back outside. The shop is amazing but it has some heavy energy and I think it was messing with me. So I just gave us both a little space. I actually walked around the full city block and came back to the side of the shop–through the window I could see A. and S. were looking at jewels. I sat on one of those water valve things under my umbrella as it was spitting. I was probably sitting there for a minute before I heard “Oh my god.” And, will wonders never cease this weekend, it was Peter! with his daughter Praise (who is twelve and we’ve never met her since we’ve only seen Peter that one time at Joe’s Pub in, like, at least twenty years) and with him was another Rob, not Weisbach but Birnbach whom we hadn’t seen since Laurie’s funeral. Can you imagine the shock. I told Peter through hugs and kisses and welling eyes that we had spent the entire night speaking about him to which he was like: Naaah. I said you’ll see. We went into de Vera (which means “of the truth”) and S. started nearly shouting no, no, no, no, as she rushed toward Peter and hugged him, then Praise then Rob. It was too much. We filled A. in and she was blown away. Turns out Peter knows de Vera—they had had dinner together. So it wasn’t as if he was just walking by. He was headed to de Vera at the exact same time, practically as we planned to arrive. Can You. Dig. 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.

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Taurus 14° (May 4)

Of all the cosmic things that can, would or do happen, yesterday likely proviced the most cosmic of occurances to date in the present writing of this Blague (there have been some freaky experiences from the past that I’ve recalled here as well). The day started out innocently enough. We had gone to L’Artusi for a late anniversary celebration on Thursday evening so we were slow to emerge yesterday but decided that we would stick together and tackle chores and hit marks together. First off, I must say, that the two topics I brought up en route here on the train the other day were: Nicky and Sean from Tea & Sympathy; and my lamenting about Pastis and wondering what happened to it. So last things first: Stella informs me that Pastis is actually reopening early May (hello, when is it now) on Gansevoort Street, literally around the corner as we are on Washington between Gansevoort and Horatio. So we walked by there en route to the bank yesterday morning and saw they are nearly (but not quite) open. Fine. We also spotted a place to grab some lunch salads later. We headed to the bank to send a wire transfer to the UK, then strolled onto Thirteenth Street to see if those criminals were there. They were. I peeked into the shop which wasn’t yet open. We decided as we headed down Greenwich Avenue to send them good wishes despite the pain they once caused us. As we strolled by Tea & Sympathy I casually peered in as best I could against the glare slowing but not stopping; still I could see a figure with wooly hair crouch down and point to outstrecthed arms and index fingers at us with a twisted expression that just screamed: Oy!

Out rushed Nicky whom we likely haven’t seen in a decade in the flesh. And it was as if not a moment had passed in all these years since we were a regular fixture on the block and in the shop. She quickly caught us up on the news of which I’ve had some inkling—about maybe having to close shop due to the greedy owner of the building, well, buildings, plural that make up that side of Greenwich Avenue from Twelfth to Thirteenth. It was a vivid lament as is warranted. We bemoaned the loss of the culture in which we lived in this neighborhood dating back to the late eighties and all through the nineties well into the aughts. And then the conversation swung the complete other way with Nicky rattling off jokes just as she always did back in the day. Then Sean appeared and Nicky exited and he told us all about their house up state and showed us pictures. We said we had to go. And he countered before you do have you heard…I said I think we have and listed the punchlines Nicky had just delivered. Oh, right, he said but I’ve got some more. The jokes were all incredibly funny. We then went our merry way down to our favorite wine shop on Washington south of Morton. In and out. Then back up Washington to the flat when all of a sudden the thing happened…..

We were going to be meeting our designer and so we were need to crack a conundrum in the creative process, an impasse to which we were coming time and again, hopefully before seeing her. The operative word was star, in that we were discussing how to employ the shape vis a vis our own logo which is also something of a star, or what we call the aster. Anyway I don’t want to give anything away. All you need to know is we were conversationally on the star…when…up the street as we were walking we saw what appeared to be a white balloon in the shape of a five-pointed star hovering in the air in the middle of the street, such that I thought it must be attached with a string to a car or a street sign; but it started to float up and fly around and we suddenly realized it wasn’t a balloon at all. As we approached in descended and pretty much landed out our feet. We stared at it, just a foot away, but still couldn’t make out what it was or of what it was made. I reached out to touch it and realized it was foam, bubbles, like that which would have escaped from a washing machine overloaded with detergent. And then it lifted into the air again and flew past us hovering high above the middle of the street before flying past third, fourth floor windows and disappearing over a roof top. It was nothing short of weirdly miraculous. Thankfully S. took a video of the whole thing.

Our designer, A.,who is over from London, arrived and we chit-chatted and started in on the work at hand. And we said to her we have this miraculous thing we have to show you. And she said, “oh, did you have a Christian Dior moment?” And for some reason we just let that comment sail by like a star made of soap suds. I don’t know why we didn’t question what she exactly meant by that. So we worked and talked and got to the impasse we two had gotten to, catching her up in thought to that point, so we could tackle it together and unknot the problem so to make it into an opporunity, when we said. Okay, so, this is where we were in our conversation today walking on Washington Street so we broke out the video that S. took. And A. immediately said what is that white star? It was so obviously a star that even from far away, looking into a tiny iPhone screen, it was a perfect five-pointer. She was as astonished as we were. And then she said well really that was a Christian Dior moment. And we were finally like wait, what does that mean.

Apparently Christian Dior was deciding whether or not to start his own eponymous company and he was walking along the sidewalk when suddenly out of nowhere a brass or bronze star landed at his feet on the sidewalk, le trottoir. He took it as a sign that yes he should start his own eponymous collection and thus did. I will stop there.

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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Taurus 14° (May 3)

Yesterday really was a mad rush to get everything done before we headed to NYC. I managed to catch up on all the financial aspects of the festival for the first quarter and beyond. I am just finishing up a final report to upload to the system for our grant we received. I managed to get all the outreach to returning sponsors drafted. I have another conversation scheduled with Sue at Mass MoCA. I have all our logos in place and I have the website primed to recieve donor visitations this year. On the train, I sent a whole bunch of pleas out and woke up this morning to a goodly amount already raised which is just fantastic. The way things go, I’ve learned, these sorts of early signs can be fleeting. This year I really have to push the agenda and, within the next couple of days, decisions will have to be made about casting and I will get my invoices in and I will make magic, people. This new year will be all about new talent and whatever support the oldies will provide!

I have to look at my schedule and decide when Marthe Svenjørd can start her Instagram magic and reach out to all hotels, inns, restaurants, etc that I have and have not reached out to in the past to become a sponsor. I can write a note to folks after my morning Blague time in May. I’m trying to write this as I watch Joe Scarborough, who I think might be something of a drunk as well as just an Aries blow hard. Anyway I am set up to receive and I will have to ask Brad about East End Market, Cafe Heaven and the entire business landscape at this point in Provincetown. I will ask Mark if he wants to give personally. I will have to be clever about how I send things out to folks in May. In June I plan to keep my bicycle on the premises of the Provincetown Inn and drive in the old Jalopy with the Afterglow signage on top, and spend the day roaming around giving out cards and drumming up business in the afternoon, while having spent the morning writing my show which will be priority one during those 30 days. I will know the enitre roster of the festival by July 1 and if I plan to do my own show well that’s what I’m going to do. If not I will find a someone to slot in. By the same token I could write my show and do it as the finale if I can’t find someone fabulous. I need to circle back to Vivian and see if she is game for this year. And I will ask Taylor because why not. I will also talk to the entire roster of folks and see if I can’t persuade them to do one big benefit for Afterglow Festival, maybe early July? or in September, just after Afterglow and try to fill the room to the brim at Joe’s and see if we can get some love that way.

I have to write to my Advisory Board. Here is what I’ll say:

We are pleased as punch to announce that our friend, colleague and talented theater director Ellie Heyman has joined Afterglow’s Advisory Board. Over the years, Ellie has directed several artists’ pieces that have premiered or been staged at Afterglow (and she will continue to do so this coming September). We couldn’t be more thrilled!

Here at AF HQ we have begun cranking up the machinery once again for Year Nine! We are nearing the end of casting the festival, and fundraising pleas are going out to would-be new and returning sponsors. You might say we are in a third wave of Afterglow artists as we began our journey with well-established performers (more than a few who make up this body;) and a second wave of emerging artists have since gone on to greater successes on stage and in film and television; and now we will be champion a new crop of artists many of whom will be unknown to our audiences. But that has always been the mission!

With the Afterglow Festival, and our successful Afterglow@Oberon series at the American Repertory Theater in Cambridge (entering year five!), audiences have learned to trust our curation and eagerly attend shows by performers they’ve probably never heard of. Despite ending that sentence with a preposition it makes the point: Afterglow carves out sacred stage space for artists, in Provincetown—the birthplace of modern American theater and the century-old incubator for live performance—the only way it can be done, which is via a non-profit entity such as ours.

Your presence on and participation as members of Afterglow’s Advisory Board is invaluable. And we are so grateful that you lend your names and provide whatever guidance or input you may to the festival. There is no doubt in our collective mind that our being here nine years since our start is in large part due to your loving support. So thank you.

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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Taurus 12° (May 2)

I’ll be on the train to NYC today, so the first thing I can do a bit of writing of next year’s H.A. books. And also begin the process of coming through all my Blague entries to date to annote and earmark and archive. Four years and four months of daily writing. There is surely a lot of blather in there but I will be mining for nuggets of goodness nonetheless. It has been a very productive week thus far, lots of moving myriad needles, but I can already feel the demons of procrastination gnawing at my psyche with their usual temptations and it’s all I can do not to give them even the tiniest quarter. As a compromise in this solution I have instituted a practice that I call productinating, which is the doing of other tasks which also require time and intention but not so much brain power—or not of the certain kind—that gives rise to whatever form of ADD or ADHD or whatever they’re going to inevitably call it to which I fall victim. So this is actually that. You are witnessing the productinating in process. There is so much to look forward to and that is a result of so much hard work I have already put into what might some day result in reward (which is an illusion—not least of all because, right now, the boon of my existence has been to get the proper resources in order so to create opportunity which is actually going to entail years-long hard work…as it is right now I am gearing up to do some very hard work just to maybe get the go ahead to do some way more heavy lifting, which will last for years and years, before I even get to that illusory place). That needn’t have made sense to you because it does to me and it comes as a relief to say it.

I had a dream last night that I was at a Roches concert and it was Maggie Roche’s birthday so we were all to gather backstage, afterward, to have a little party. The venue was a cross between the old Bottom Line and Joe’s Pub, back in the day, before they made renovations. I awoke at 5:20 and had opened my laptop by 5:40 and the first thing on my FB feed was a posting by Suzzy Roche talking about how she once wrote Mother Teresa to ask for permission to perform a Christmas show and send the proceeds to her and her charity. She didn’t hear back but performed the show anyway. Then months and months later a response from Mother Teresa arrived, delivered without a stamp!!! I could read snippets only of the letter on FB but it talked about the right hand not knowing what the left hand was doing and it was very thankful and offered blessings and was signed by M.T.  Then, somehow, Suzzy lost the letter and has been looking for it down through the years—the letter was dated 1988—and had never found it and it haunted her seemingly. And then just the other day Suzzy entered her apartment and there on the floor of her living room was what looked like a folded piece of paper which she almost picked up and absent-mindedly threw away. But she looked at it and—yes, you guessed it—it was the very letter.

I immediately posted about my dream and then directly seeing her post. I mentioned in my comment to her that it was Maggie’s birthday in my dream and in that moment I “realized” (or at least this was my flash) that Maggie, who left us over a year ago, must have had a hand in the rematerialization of that cherished letter from Calcutta all those years ago. Though it’s not my cosmic experience primarily, I felt it perfectly fit one of the original criteria of this Cosmic Blague, which was, is, to relate experiences of inexplicable nature along with the Universe’s “jokes on you/us all.” This is no joke (a phrase I can’t not hear in my brain as spoken by Kate McKinnon in an Australian accent from the movie Rough Night). If you haven’t seen that film, by the way: You should.  Anyway there was a sense of faith being restored upon waking today. What I didn’t tell Suzzy (because she’d think I’m a weirdo) is that she and her sisters have factored into my dreams for decades. I have been a huge fan ever since I first heard the record in my college freshman-year dorm. And I saw them at least a dozen times over the years in various forms and am friendly with Terre whom I love and admire and respect deeply. I don’t know Suzzy personally. The sisters occupy different spheres. But Suzzy is a Libra like me. Terre is the opposite sign of Aries, which isn’t all that opposite to Libra at all. That was the most pleasurable bit of productinating I have ever done! Now to get back to the actual work at hand. Wish me luck people.

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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