Sagittarius 29° (December 21)

Last two evenings are a bit of a blur. I made a lovely salmon meal last night and was held hostage a bit all day, first by people coming to fix my windshield (who never came) and then my computer guy who is great and totally expert but who has nonetheless jerked me about these past two weeks, during which time (if you’re a regular reader you’d know) I’ve been put through the proverbial ringer. What I will say to MT when we get to the end of the next fortnight is this. Hello M! Hope you had a lovely holiday and Happy New Year! We have been bouncing around a bit here and spent a few days in Scotland and now we are settling back in London where we are seeing clients over the next couple of weeks. So, in the spirit of renewal, we would love to set up a Skype/Facetime chat with you—how does Monday morning-ish (your time) the 6^thwork for you? It will be great to reassess and regroup and get a handle on what’s what so we can move forward. We put a lot of love into the proposal and sample in 2019 and are holding the thought that we will find the right home for this book and others we have in us. Meanwhile we will continue to build the brand and make things as juicy and proactive as we can. Curious too about the UK market. We have many fans here and lots of support from the press etc.. We are going to make our plan and plan our work and let the rest take care of itself. I’m not feeling very confident about getting everything done today. And I am today really down a rabbit hole watching all Watchmen in a day. I can’t even tell you if I like the show or not. That is how disconnected to self I’m feeling. Back to MT: We think we should spend a couple of minutes post-morteming a bit, a) on Harper and b) on all the other folks we thought were chomping at the bit. Then make a solid plan for how we want to move forward. We have the opportunity here to do product as awell as books. And there is no such thing as no, really. I would like to find a house where we can make the book a bestseller; someone with whom we can work in a trusting collaboration. We believe that as doors close they hasten us to our desired ends. At least that is the pep talk I am currently giving myself. I do believe it—I honestly do. I just haven’t gotten my brain completely wrapped around the fact. But I think I’m getting there.

I’m making a roasted pepper soup and a salad of cucumber, tomatoe, feta, mint and oregano for dinner. I like a meal where a good olive oil can make a real difference. I am going to underachieve on every level and leave it to tomorrow to do the opposite. I know I can accomplish a good deal all in one fell swoop if I put my mind to it. I can’t get it out of my head. It has sort of triggered me I think. Well I will have to rid my mind of thoughts that aren’t serving me. I sent out a whole bunch of books and was surprised to find that certain folks I thought wouldn’t write back or respond with any kind of lovingness actually were the first responders so that made for a happy moment. I am going to come out of this. I will find a outlet for this (book) project. I will remedy (and seek recompense) for the wrongdoings of the cancel culturalists. It will send me deeper into self-startingness. In fact as a reaction to set-backs I tend to go pretty far in the resilience direction. I need to race against a clock a bit right now if I’m going to get done all I need doing. I keep forgetting I’m meant to continue spewing negative shit so I get it out of my system. What else is stuck in my craw? Oh yeah how about people that waste our assistants’ time and energy because they are lame ass procrastinators who can’t stick to an agreement? How about those dumb asses? Or what about the people that say they are going to flow me information and never do. Okay well that pretty much does it for me on here today. I can’t believe that I have high-profile friends on completely opposites of an argument spectrum having it out with each other. Then again it just goes to show how much people don’t really give that much of a shit either way. I saw Terre put up a post of JVB singing the song about the house burning down at Christmas, just as I was talking on the subject of worlds colliding.

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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Sagittarius 28° (December 20)

This evening shall include getting my costume into works a bit. I wanted so much to finish the books I’ve been reading but I’m afraid it’s not going to happen. I could do a little reading and then wait and ship things home that might be fun to do. Somewhere I have written down a schedule of how Im going to approach the book writing process. I suppose I can replicate it. I think the idea was for me

You say you want a resolution? Well, you know, that is a very Capricorn thing to do. We are posting a lot about this sort of thing on social media. Sometimes the post hit FB but mainly you need to follow StarskyandCox on Instagram for the full effect. We are trying to be better at social media. Apparently having followers (which so many people just buy anyway) is more important than having actual readers of ones work, and by that I mean books. Just when you thought traditional publishing couldn’t be even more twisted, venal and celebrity worshiping. But let’s not talk about that. Let’s talk about cancel culture instead. It is so much more fun. This past year I had an artist cancel a show very last minute leaving my non-profit holding the financial bag. Do you think this artist cared? No they didn’t. But it doesn’t stop there. The artist then turns around and bad mouths the very non-profit that spent a ton of money to support them and with witch the broke a contract without batting an eye, let alone exhibiting a conscience. It’s more than galling. Another performer last year cancelled out on a series we put on which meaned having to refund tickets like crazy. Again no remorse. Anyway this is going nowhere.

A Resolution is a very Capricorn Thing. Shalt-nots being Saturned-ruled restrictions.Don’t bet me started on Moses—ten commandments, tenth sign of the Zodiac—whom God told to build a tabernacle out of Goat Hair. I’m off subject…My Resolution this year is to be an Agent of Accountability in the Age of Cancel Culture. If you bad-mouth, ef-over, gaslight, virtue signal (not to mention break a promise, let alone a contract with me) or otherwise sow any seeds of false narrative (bear false witness) against me, my work or organizations, or anybody I even remotely like, I’m going to call your shit out. I don’t care if you’re a community high priestess or the maharincess of liberal politcical correctness. One of my myriad Libran selves is a bad ass born on the streets of Jersey City; and starting in 2020 I’m bringing guido back, pulling no punches and taking no prisoners when it comes to the very basics of living life by the Golden Rule. I have no more blind eyes or cheeks to turn and there may even be some retroaction on that score. So if you think you maybe got something by or over some proverbial mister niceguy, don’t let 2019 hit you on the ass on the way out.

I’m almost done with this spewing I promise you. I have just a little further to go with all of this and then I hope it will be out of my body. It is more sickening for me than it is for you can promise you that. I’m so not putting up with any crap this coming year. I am so not letting others get away with murder. I am so not letting the ghostlighting and the cancel culture take me down. It is all a mass hallucination on so many levels in any case and I am determined to keep this situation as real as I possibly can. I promise that when I get into the post that corresponds with two days hence I will begin to say positive things. I’m also aware of the fact that I started thoughts that I haven’t finished; but that too is part of the process here. This new laptop has the loudest keyboard I said that but I can’t believe how loud this shit gets. Anyway I want this Blague to be like a big pre-colonoscopy treatment where I get all the shit out of my system. I have had to deal with so much negative crap over the last couple of days and I have not risen above it. I haven’t lashed out but worse: I took it all in. That was my bad for real. And I haven’t fulfilled a number of promises I made to myself.  Anyway, I have once again written enough. Tomorrow’s post may be that much more vehement. But you can handle it, whoever you are.

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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Sagittarius 27° (December 19)

Yesterday I went to Yarmouth to the dermatologist and made the mistake of passing through some old haunts. Thre is a new online newspaper called the Independent to which people are contributing. I will only do so if there was money in it. It didn’t help my mood to take this trip today. I have a bunch of errands to do as well and that’s fine. I fell off my yoga wheel and will try to get back on during the course of the next couple of days. I’m giving myself ninethy minutes to write the next three days of posts because, if you’ve been paying attention, we are late to the party. Okay so here I go, kicking into a sort of hyper mode, which is the only way to go. I drove past the West Dennis beach I drove up Old County Road. And then made the mistake of going up Gorham, ours is the only house on the street that exists solely in memory. I want to get and stay ahead of all the curves. I want the pain I feel to fuel something. I am frightened of this trip ad of myself. I am tired of the withholding way that so-called friends (who never really were) are wont to treat me. I am going to get into this feeling today and I am going to accelerate it into a burning feeling of fiercity. I’m tired of the self-promoters and all their bullshit. I need time off to fucking get my brain around everything that is now happening and I don’t see why I shouldn’t. I am going to try and book some low-key characters. I have to shed five pounds in the next ten days. That is something that must occur. It should be easier. If I can just stop chowing like a pig and drinking like a fish. That messed up Shari E. who stood us up all those years ago—figures, as she’s a friend of that soulless Jack P.—well turns out that she is a major Qanon Trumpster. Big surprise there. We took down all her art and will likely burn it. I’ve lost so many things I’ve loved it’s not hard for me to lose shit I don’t care about Merry Fucking Christmas. Oh, man: I have no holiday spirit to speak of. Negative holiday spirit. I’m so mad at the world this week. But it’s no use pretening I’m note. I have to go through this as part of my process. Not meant to be speaking to the usual middle wo/men until after the holidays. Once I get the full skinny I’m going to go for the jugular. I know the universe can do the work for me. That will be my m.o.. There is not only no reason for revenge; it actually does the opposite of the desired effect.

And so I try and try to turn the corner on this particular issue that is burning at my core. I spent so much of the year writing a book and trying to get it published. The first round people didn’t bite as expected. Would that we didn’t’ go from “I’ve got so many editors chomping at the bit” to waah, waah. So that will be the first thing to figure out: How can that be. That will be the first thing we tackle. The second thing will tackle is this bad wrap bulsshit by HarperCollins. I will pick up the thread and write about the fact that we wrote for the worst person ever Joe Dolce (well actually his boss Bonnie Fuller was the worst person ever). I hope they are Googling themselves and see this. There have never been more unspiritual, soulless people than these two. At least I’m lucky enough to say that. So wow, yes, this is a purge. I am getting out all my vitriol. Underneath it is me, HI!, Quinn the Kind. I promise I haven’t gone to the dark side. I just need to release this shadow. I need to get to my truth. I will happily write a tell all. There is so much to say and do and so and say and say say say. Sherherazade. I don’t mind the free association. We had a mini vocal band back in the day called The Free Associates. It was a fun offshoot of the other more elaborate jam bands I was in. With my so-called best man. Ha! That’s a joike. I have always attracted the same one zodiacal sign as my best friend for as long as I can remember. And they always betrayed me. Always turned on me. They were always insular and selfish. I think I bring out the worst in this particular sign. Have I said enough already. I’d like to think I have. I have so much more to get to and I don’t know that I ever will.

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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Sagittarius 26° (December 18)

Where to begin. I feel like starting it all up to be honest. I want to start me up. I’m going to follow through shooting the moon. I’m sick of cancel culture and I will continue the story I started yesterday. And I will gently urge…that’s where I ended writing on this day now four days ago. This is what always happens—I get derailed. So it is now the 22^nd. Last night was meant to be our solstice show at Joe’s Pub, but I barely even remembered it was solstice let alone did I commemorate it. When people treat me badly I pile on and treat myself like crap. This is what always happens. I further blow up my existence and then I have to spend time picking up the pieces. It isn’t enough that I have a full plate and that I’m leaving the country for months and am enduring the usual stresses that entails. No I have got to make it worse. And there are always the usual and unusual delays. Like this week was a horror of getting my new phone and computer sorted. I am now typing on a new mac and the keyboard is so loud. I hate loud keyboards. If you know me you know it is just one of my pet peaves. I have so many of those. More than most people. I feel broke on so many levels. I suppose I shall get back to the story at hand although I must say I have lost much interest on that score. Anyway I need to recall what was happening on this actual day. I think this would be Wednesday. I know that over the last couple of days I did send out a number of books.

In the wake of the publishing of Sextrology, Elaine Markson quietly and unofficially retired and we were often on the front lines with the various departments at Harper. There were a numbe of foreign deals made, not without some foibles on that score, but nothing we remember. We just know to explore this since Liz Sullavan intimated in our meeting at the Marlton that something was amiss with the rights department.I don’t know if I can do this actually.I think I won’t. What I will do is cut and paste somethings.

I sent this to Meg: When Sextrology came out Stephen H was the publisher at HarperCollins under which our imprint, Harper Resource,fell—he was Megan N’s boss and was replaced by Joe Tessitore who I think recently passed away.Fast forward to 2013, Steve writes to say he is setting up his own agency and would like for us to be his clients. He says he thinks we should do a “Birthday Book” concept. We say that we have a project in mind, we call BBOD, which remains on our to-do list of books to write (as we’ve mentioned to you). He says he wants to set up a meeting at Abrams just a meet and greet, not a pitch scenario. We say fine. We go to Abrams, we like each other, then Steve pitches his idea for a book, not our idea. (He also showed up an hour late, wearing shorts, and, afterward, was a bit too “celebratory” at lunch for our liking).  The Abrams folks we met were Holly D. and her colleague at the time David somebody. (Note from her to Steve post-meeting is below). We decide not to sign Steve on as our agent—we were not interested in writing his idea of a book—and so we completely drop out of publishing at this point to focus on our private consultancy and self-started projects. We don’t know what exactly Steve would have said to Holly. All this to say: Do you know if Holly is still at Abrams? Is she someone we could add to next pitch list of folks?

Then this: Cool. We have our thinking caps on.

Honestly, though we always rise above and make the lemonade; We have been quite upset by the Harper thing. I’ve spent the last couple of days doing some narrative therapy which has helped a lot. Still, what keeps coming up is how much crap we put up with and forgave HC (some hair-raising things that would strike you as painfully comical if not completely unbelievable) like the pretend book tour Kate Stark fabricated before leaving Harper just as our book was coming out (I kid you not) with fake flights booked and appearances at Book Soup and Booksmith in SF. HC ended up writing us a check to design our own book store which ultimately included those two places.

And this is just one of the trauma episodes coming up. Yet, we forgave them all their trespasses and still now don’t know what it is they still have in their bonnet about us. Because Harper didn’t buy Sexxtrology to begin with, and we ended up on their doorstep, they were one big Miss Minchin to us the entire time. None of the people we know of (who were  there at the time) are even still there. Despite the crap we went through we remain friendly with folks we first worked with; and have tried to forge trusting and collaborative relationships to those who’ve inherited us, pinballing from one imprint to another over the years. At some point I think we will need to know exactly what bee they have in their bonnet; we feel whatever is being said by whomever is messing with our livelihood and that is truly upsetting. But for now we are doing our best transcendence act

And this I sent to Mary Ellen C.:  I hope this finds you well! You’re probably like What The…?

I am working on funny stories about our experience in the publishing world and I am trying to piece together a timeline in so doing

When Sextrology was about to be published I think both Megan N. and Kate S. left HC and you came aboard, is that right?

I think also that Joe T., whom I hear is no longer with us?, replaced Steve H. at the same time? Steve actually wanted to agent us a few years back and I recall that he was a bit bitter about all that. Anyway, I’m off the point…..

This is my recollection and I wonder if you have the same one: There was this whole west coast book tour set up for Starsky + Cox (by Kate before she left) including TV appearances and radio and airline tickets and book store events at Book Soup and Booksmith in SF. We received an entire itinerary I remember and we tried to follow up about the plane tix and such only to discover that the entire tour had been fabricated. No tickets purchased. No TV appearances. And the bookstore owners had no idea what we were talking about when we called about our in-store events. Do I have all this right?

I do remember you and Joe decided to write Stella and me a check so that we could re-create the tour ourself and then some. We used the money very sparingly I know and did appear on KTLA in Los Angeles and at Book Soup (where friends of Tori Amos came and gave her a copy of our book which inspired her to write “Goodbye Pisces,” crediting us in her own book about song writing called Piece by Piece!!) and also at Booksmith in San Francisco where the Chronicle did a wonderful piece on us that really got the press rolling.

In my mind the check you gave us was for $3K. Anyway the funny bit about SF was that we stayed at this cheaper hotel owned by the Triton hotel and they piped music into our room. We had done the Booksmith event and they made Starsky + Cox “trading cards” as they do for authors. I said (never being a baseball fan) that the only cards I ever collected were Partridge Family cards. The morning after as we packed to head for the airport they piped “I Think I Love You” into our room. I got to the airport and used the mensroom and in there was Brian Forster who played the part of Chris Partridge on the show. I said “I used to collect your cards when I was a kids, so here you go, take one of ours!” Isn’t that so weird and synchronistic. Then again stuff like that happens to us all the time.

Anyway, I hope this jogs your memory and anything you can add to this story would be much appreciated. Everything happens for a reason and on some level I suppose I’m grateful to Kate Stark for faking our book tour before quitting Harper!

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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Sagittarius 25° (December 17)

We are writing today to address what has surfaced as a disturbing dynaic vis a vis Starsky and Cox’s relationship with Harper Collins. Our only goal here is to get to the truth and to find some kind of understanding and resolution. First I want to thank May C. specifically for the kind words regarding our latest book proposal. Because you had expressed interest some time ago in seeing our next proposal, we wanted to honor that request. (The proposal was also sent to Judith Curr who came to visit us a year ago when we were in town for an event, staying at the Lowell hotel, as she too expressed a desire to review it.) Meanwhile, it was Liz S. at Harper Design who was most keen for our proposal. Liz came to see us in November at the Marlton when we were in town and we spent over two and a half hours together discussing all the ins and outs of working together, and we really made what we thought was a valuable connection. Liz communicated that she would be making an offer and we were thrilled at the prospect of working with someone with whom our existing work seemed to so strongly resonate and to be able to write our next book under the Harper auspice so that, though not at the same imprint, both Sextrology and the new book would be under the same roof. But that was not to be.

In our meeting at the Marlton, Liz did bring up the fact that certain individuals at Harper had made negative comments about us and even provided some ancient emails to illustrate the point. One individual was not even at Harper when we published our book. Moreover, nobody to whom this email is being addressed was at Harper at the time we published Sextrology, including Jonathan Burnham who, it seems, forbad Liz to buy our new book. More than troubling, we found this sudden turn of events to be something needing to be addressed in all seriousness. It has been fifteen years since the publishing of Sextrology, which was a difficult process, and we have made every effort to work with our editors and publishers, as our book moved around from imprint to imprint over the years, to eradicate all existing obstacles to a happy and healthy working relationship, and to forge a collaborative professional bond to further the success of our book to our mutual benefit. This has not always been easy but we have striven to rise above all our prior difficulties.

Sextrology was purchased by Rob W. in 1998 and it was meant to be published under his eponymous imprint, as a hard cover. Soon after we signed our contract, Harper Collins bought Morrow and dissolved Rob’s imprint. Finding ourselves orphaned and left on the doorstep of what was then called Harper Resource, we were given to a first time young editor called Greg C. under the editorial direction of Megan N.. Our then agent, the extraordinary late Elaine M. was unhappy with this; and she spent a year trying to move the book to another publisher and we were in limbo. Perhaps word of this got out we don’t know. But Elaine was unsuccesful in her efforts and we stayed at Harper Resource where we were never really wanted and where we were treated rather carelessly. We had a design clause in our contract—this is why Sextrology looks as striking as it does—which seemed irksome the Harper Resource folks. After painstakingly hand-writing in edits to a first round draft, Greg C. “lost” half of our manuscript “at the gym.” And we had to re-do all that work. In an email not intended for, but accidentally sent to us, Megan wrote “don’t tell Stella and Quinn the book isn’t going to be hardcover,” just months before publication.

We had to advocate at least for a decent paper quality and a french flap to the trade paper back. We were told there would be a small run of hardcover, as compensation. That never happened. Megan and Kate S. were leaving for Penguin at that time and Kate had put together an inteire tour itenerary that included appearances at Book Soup and Booksmith in Los Angeles. Only, the whole thing was fabricated and none of the plane tickets had been purchased nor had the book stores even been contacted. Joe T. and Mary Ellen C. wrote us a check for us to create and conduct a replacement tour of appearances, which we put together ourselves. People basically laughed at us when we said we were going to launch at Barneys in multiple cities, Marc Jacobs, Louis Boston,Harvey Nichols, Selfridges and the like, given our fashion and fashion journalist backgrounds (Stella had worked for many famous designers and Quinn was a Styles write for the New York Times and we were co-executive editors of Wallpaper* magazine in London). With a stylish looking book, we made good on our promises, and Simon Doonan even designed the windows of Barneys in a Sextrology theme; while Starsky + Cox were the live window display at Marc Jacobs on Bleecker Street for two weeks. Everything we said we would do we did, amid broken promises from Harper Collins…..

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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Sagittarius 24° (December 16)

These are some musings for more social media posts:
As 2020 approaches, people aren’t as rejoicing as compared to other times when we turn a decade. Uncertainty and the overall pall of the political landscape seem to be sucking the usual optimism out of the experience. So we thought we’d wade in to illuminate some bright spots. Beginning with the Great Conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter on the Winter Solstice, at one degree of Aquarius, we re these two planets moving from the earth sign (of Capricorn) to this loftiest of air signs. Every decade begins with either a conjunction or an opposition of these two planets, while these mashups occur in the same element for over a century. That is to say that until the year 2160, we will have Jupiter-Saturn oppositions and conjuncts in air signs, exclusively.  Opposites in many ways—Saturn is containment, restriction and tradition, while Jupiter is expansion, growth and new order—their mashup in 2020—a year long associated with the full dawning of the Aquarian Age—will seek to find a middle path, forging fresh initiatives, while drawing on strength of the past. We will have Saturn to structure the bolder strokes Jupiter is want to make. And, in the Utopian sign of Aquarius, we are now trying to negotiate new visions for the future. Aquarius itself seeks to blend spirituality and science, and as Jupiter and Saturn square Aquarius’ ruler, Uranus, in the coming year, we will be seeking the institution of new societal constructs that will truly build on our most innovative human achievements to date. We already see the ideological struggle between the past and future already playing out every day before our eyes. And Uranus will continue to challenge and usher us into a more equitable, compassion, diverse and conscious “place.”

The classic Capricorn archetype is Rhea, the sister-wife of Cronus, (Roman: Saturn), namesake of the planet ruler of the sign. Rhea is an anagram of her “daughter” Hera, (Roman: Juno), who with her brother-husband, Zeus, (Greek: Jupiter), inherits the kingdom of heaven (Olympus) and the chiefdom of the gods. Fearing a prophecy he’d be overthrown, Cronus gobbled up five of his six kids, but when Rhea delivered her youngest, Zeus, she hid him away and swaddled up some stone for Saturn to swallow. In the form of a She-Goat (Amaltheia) Rhea nursed her child who grew up to fulfill the prophecy, with his newly regurgitated siblings by his side. And just as Capricorn man and women differently manifest the energy of their sign, if not being diametrically opposed, Cronus-Saturn is struck down, deposed and dissident, while Rhea rises up. Capricorn is the cardinal-earth sign, which translates to a mountain, and Rhea is an “ascending goddess” who takes to her mountain fortress (Mount Ida), her crown being turretted in shape to reflect the elevated spiritual stronghold she occupies. She is the mountain mother, the Matterhorn, the Grand (read: Great) Mother of the gods; but no shrinking violet is she. Sometimes called Cybele, from whom we get the term cymbals, (Roman: Ops, meaning plenty—optimism, optimal, opportunity, options), Rhea may have retired, but she created her own swinging retreat with rhythmic and rather loud revelry. When her grandson, the orgiastic Bacchus-Dionysus, youngest of the gods, comes on the scene, she bequeaths her entire estate to him, including her leapard-drawn chariot, and her entire retinue of party-goers (in leopard print), mainly women, who literally slay men, in ritual killings. There was always human and other sacrifices going on during this time of year. Rhea’s passing the torch to Dionysus is a mythic allegory of renunciation. Called Rhea-Cronus, it is where we get the word crone. Making peace with life’s ephemeral nature ironically allows Capricorn women to glimpse eternity and foster an enduring legacy.

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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Sagittarius 23° (December 15)

Ring-ring-a-ling. We’d like to propose a toast: Here’s to the lads and ladies who do unto others as they would have…well you get the idea. The Golden Rule is the simplest to live by, but it isn’t the easiest. Look to yourself this holiday season, check your intentions, and take responsibility for your actions and try to keep your side of the sidewalk shoveled. This most magical time of the year allows you to work some real sorcery all your own. Capricorn restraint (and whatever resolution you have planned) doesn’t mean denying yourself anything; it’s about freeing yourself from the unseen forces (a/k/a our conditioning) that make us do and think and say things that aren’t true expressions of who we are. This only makes us feel in conflict and divided. When in doubt, evoke that Rule, and ritualize the Yuletide as a time of certain atonement, that is to say at-one-ment.

Good Tidings! The annular solar eclipse happened overnight, and it is all about fresh starts and putting new plans in motion for the future. And here we are setting off on a new journey of our own. Good Tithings! It is Boxing Day and we have just landed in London where this holiday means something. It’s origin is hinged on putting together “Christmas boxes” for servants and vendors and other such workers on whom more posh folks habitually rely. So it is about expressing appreciation and giving back, things we can do today whereever we might be. Every year, S+C do a ritual tithe, where we provide our private-consultancy services to a few folks for free. To be honest it feels like the most selfish thing to do, because it inspires such a sense of warmth and well-being. So here we are: Taking appointments for the next month in London before settling into Paris, our European HQ, to see even more clients, so many of whom work in fashion and design.

Stella Starsky was born on this date, same birthday as Marlene Dietrich—no big stretch there. Capricorn women, more than any others, deserve the status designation: Iconic. Towering figures, even when tiny (Stella is quite tall), they embody the attributes of their Capricorn-ruled tenth house, that of respect, honor, authority, veneration and influence. Stella has a way of lifting up others, of empowering them, and expecting them to ascend to their best selves. As a Capricorn she embodies the power of Faith, in herself, those she loves, and in humanity as a whole. Like another famous Capricorn woman, when others go low, she goes higher and higher. Drawing on the archetype of the “ascending goddess”, the gorgeous Sea Goat is designed for the slow and steady climb toward self-realization. So Happy Birthday Stella Starsky! Other Capricorn beauties born this day: Lily Cole and Timothée Chalamet.

As mentioned in a previous post, in antiquity this time of year was celebrated with the festival of Saturnalia. The planet ruler of Capricorn was named for Saturn (Greek: Cronus) the deposed chief god of the Golden Age (a paradise of time/space when there were no rules, no lies or crime, no disease and mortals, who lived for hundreds of years, mingled with the gods who then inhabited the earth). Capricorn men draw on the archetype of Saturn, being throwbacks to a more glittering time, encyclopedic in their knowledge of the past, often at a very young age, seeming worldly wise beyond their years. They also have a retiring, laid-back approach to life, being old-souls with a faded-glory aesthetic (not to mention some decadent proclivities); they can rock a cardigan, ascot, pair of loafers, vintage watch and signet pinky ring better than any ol’ boy on the planet. They are rather Saturnine (somber if not melancholic) and Saturnian (sardonic, slow to change, if not effete); and, as the old goat of the Zodiac, may be prone to certain satyriasis, named for the randy mythological satyrs who were forever chasing young nymphs. Hello J.D. Salinger, ef you R. Kelly—even Elvis had a child bride. Whatever savage beastliness lurks beneath the surface of the Capricorn man, to all appearances he is an elegant, soave and debonair fellow, as evidenced by the likes of Cary Grant, Denzel Washington, Jude Law, Morris Chestnut, David Bowie, Orlando Bloom, James Earl Jones, Kit Harrington, John Legend, Zayn Malik, Bradley Cooper and Eddie Redmayne.

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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Sagittarius 22° (December 14)

I have a bunch of medial posts to knock out and there are only so many hours in a day, so you will read the rough drafts here today.

The opposite astrological houses on the cosmic wheel, like the so-called opposite signs that rule them, are actually related, and their idealogical and energetic connections provide meaning and practicable magic. For instance, the sixth house is that of habits, behavior, while it’s opposite twelfth house is, among other things, about spirituality and our beliefs. The Zodiac seeks integration from the polarity of opposites, thus it advocates for our matching our behavior with our beliefs, particularly those about ourselves. Do you perceive a disconnect between the you you believe yourself to be and the habitual moves you make? Do your actions portray or bely your spiritual beliefs? What can you do to align yourself more on this score?

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Ah, Solstice. With the start of Capricorn, the days start getting longer, and, as we slowly celebrate the return of light, we make our new year’s resolutions. Capricorn advocates for keeping it real and doing what we can do in the present to have lasting effects. It is the sign of endurance, posterity and a certain slice of eternity. Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, “Old Father Time”, named for the Titan god of the mythic Golden Age, the “grandfather” of the gods who, with his wife, Rhea (her name means “ease”), are endlessly retiring. The sign and it’s timely resolutions are about retiring certain aspects of self which no longer serve as we mature and grow. On that magical old TV show “Bewitched” Samantha’s parents personify Saturn and Rhea. Even her mother’s name, Endora, portrays the enduring nature of this cosmic archetype. And just as you wouldn’t mess with her, or her errant hubby, you should think twice before crossing a mighty Capricorn witch or warlock.

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In ancient times, this week was celebrated as Saturnalia, festival of the god Saturn whose namesake planet rules this sign of Capricorn. Coincidence? We think not. The Saturs (English Satyrs) were goat gods and insatiable in their appetites; and Saturnalia was all about indulgence, feasting, intoxication and orgies. Some unlucky candidate was force fed then sacrificed in a ghastly scapegoat ritual, the ancients believing they were destroying the forces of darkness in killing off some innocent person. Thus the bonfires, the Yule log, and decorating with candles and with wreaths and boughs of holly, garlands and, of course, trees—bringing the outside inside was a topsy turvy way to recognize the the life force in the deadest, darkest time of year. Masters would wait on servants during festival, an aristocratic tradition in Britain and elsewhere that exists to this day. Reversal was seen as a necessary element to enact in celebration at this time of year. So you might ask yourself what needs switching up. And how, at this darkest time of year, you can spark new signs of liveliness in yourself that can manifest with the new year. And what can you rid yourself of and mindfully sacrifice without making any ritual killings that is.

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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Sagittarius 21° (December 13)

I wake up and realize I don’t have my phone. I do the find phone thing and it says it is in the building. We call over to the other suite and it’s there. I go fetch it. N. meets me at the door. This will just be foreshadowing. I left my eyeglasses at the party last night or in the cab. I am losing things. This is never a good sign but part of the chain of pain. Whenever I am truly upset I lose my mindfulness and this is when problems happen. S. and J. go to Bergdorf Goodman and I stay in and have my breakfast and slowly pack and take another bath. It is now time to go and we call a bellman and for our car. This is a great hotel and the service is amazing. I go to the front desk to get change to tip the bellman and valet. We jump in the car and I feel this sense of forgetting this. We head across town and, as if by magnetization, I end up taking the right streets to beeline to the Henry Hudson. I am dizzy and exhausted and cannot drive fast. It’s going to be a little nerve wracking. It takes about five hours plss to get back. We are in Reading for dinner time. I bring in a bag or two at the time. We stopped for some wine and just as we do N. texts to say we should get some beer for the father in law which we reluctantly do for a number of reasons that will soon make themselves evident. We are hanging in the kitchen and the FIL is already drinking a beer—it isn’t one we brought. We are talking about last evening. FIL now asks for wine. This causes some kind of kerfuffle that seems not to be originating at this time but a continuation of some sort of struggle that has happened already. N. is making homemade pretzels and she is visibly upset. Apparently there was a trip to the doctor resulting in the statement that FIL has alcohol induced dimentia and, what with being on anti-anxiety meds, means he is not meant to have more than a single beer or glass of wine. He asks me to pour him one. I’m at a loss as to what to do. I pour him a small glass. This results in more tension and the statement that this is the absolute last time that he will be able to drink in this house. N. is putting her foot down and one has the sense that it is for good reason. I am asked to show my pictures of Nancy Pelosi which results in a search of all my belongings and the realization that I don’t have my phone. I do a search and it shows it’s at the hotel still but it is listed as an old search and I can’t tell if this is from this morning. I call the hotel and tell them I was in suite 3910, they say they will look and call me back. They do and they haven’t found it. I call them back and say that I was only in the room and in the lobby and directly into my car. They ask if there is a picture on my phone, I say there is, they ask if it’s a lady, I say it is. They laugh because they found a phone at the front desk and failed to consider that was the phone I was calling about since I didn’t say I left it at the desk. The point is it is there and they are going to FedEx it back to me. Ironically I am going to buy a new phone on Sunday. Anyway I missed a lot of the drama but sat back down to dinner, soup and those homemade pretzels.

You can cut the tension with a knife. The FIL isn’t making sense. He has a strange coughing jag. He is making zero sense. The dementia is real. I am asked to walk them out. He almost falls a few times. He seems really messed up. It is declared that this will be an alcohol free home from now on. Good luck at Christmas time. As if it wasn’t hard enough to get through thirty-six hours with people who are not only not my relatives but, as my inlaws seem to have collected strays over the years, aren’t related to anybody. And then there are the Trump people who also have no ability to listen or to pause between sentence of enough brain cells to begin with. I’m sorry if that sounds mean but I’m sort of sick to death of wasting my time out of some sort of dumb obligation. I will attend Christmas but I don’t think I’ll participate per se. I will likely spend the time doing something like this. If there is now a mandate that decrees we can’t even drink a little wine to get through the horror than all bets are going to be off for me to give a crap.

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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Sagittarius 20° (December 12)

I woke up feeling pretty crappy. I’m not used to drinking cocktails and also I find that when I do so to drown any feelings of sadness or anxiety I get into a deeper hole that I then struggle to dig out of. S.  has morning appointments so I’m going to take some air and just walk around the neighborhood. I had some poached eggs on hash and it seems to have sat well. We are being texted that we are to have another lunch which is great. I should feel leveleled out by then. Which I do. We met at Georgette and I’m planning to pick up the tab. Quite a nice restaurant. I order some artichokes as my main meal. We talk about Lumos and filmmaking and it is all pretty fascinating. I am guzzling Badoit. We will go back and regroup and make ourselves pretty for the evening. S. decides to go back out as she needs to bring a cash tip to one of her people who serviced her this morning. I will take a bath and slowly put myself together. I am trying not to have a bad day but it is touch and go I must admit. Impeachment is happening and tonight we will see Nancy Pelosi. The phone rings and they say Juan Carlos is here. I say I don’t know who that is. They hang up. I’m in the bath and S. comes back and says she overheard the staff say that the hairdresser had yet to arrive. Uh oh. I realize that perhaps the call that Juan Carlos was here was actually meant for the suite across the hall. S. goes to tell them but here’s they are already on the phone with him, whom we assume, is here to do J.’s hair, but of course. I’m dressed too early but that’s okay. I think things look relatively decent on me. Our driver is meant to be downstairs and five thirty. It is quite cold out and I pop out and approach a couple of cars but neither driver is him. I go back inside and we call him who says he’s right outside. Okay well can’t you see me going around soliciting drivers? We finally get in and he asks where we are going. It is to the Hilton on Sixth. We go to the main entrance and check in and we are ushered to the VIP party which is great. There are interesting looking people yet nobody seems to be dressed all that well. Or rather they are all over the place, some in gowns and tuxes, some in cocktail apparel. There is a place to get photographed. We do so as a lark. We have something barely bearable to drink and lean on a table where this couple talks to us. He is the Tweezerman and she writes feminist fantasy literature. They have a 240 acre property in Rhinebeck and we are invited to visit. They say they like to skinny dip. I don’t think we are going. Then again maybe we can go for lunch in the winter when there won’t be temptations toward nudity. We can stay in Tivoli. It might make a nice trip. I’m still drinking to drown the sorrows of yesterday but I have to pace myself. We are called into dinner.

We find our table and are immediately greeted by a man who turns out to be a Sir. He is with Lumos and he is very sweet and seated next to S. the seats next to me remain empty for a bit and I actually switch my plate with the one next to me as mine is missing a sauce. It is a burrata of sorts and I’m starving now as I only had an artichoke at lunch and it is now getting late. There are bottles of wine on the table. Nothing is great shakes nor would it be. There are Kennedys everywhere. When they introduce J. it is every Kennedy kid on the planet who is brought up on stage. Joe Kennedy, who will be senator, first introduces a video about her. J. is third up after Wendy Abrams and Glenn Tullman, both of whom have done extraordinary things. After J. it’s time to honor the Speaker who gets the most applause of the night as is right. Adam Schiff is here. Ari Melber is here. Katie Couric. It is an elitist Dem gathering of the first order. One of our clients, an actress, is here and we hang for a hot minute. These things are very odd in that, unless I was invited as a guest, I would never be in this room. The table next to us is all young teens and they are talking right through everything, tempting me to tell them to shut it, which I cannot do. Who the hell am I. Nobody. We get to shake hands with the Speaker and her husband which is pretty exciting in and of itself. The security forces are in full swing. J & N are leaving directly after Nancy speaks. We will meet our own car.

We get back tot he hotel and have a little champagne and watch the UK election results. Boris Johnson has a resounding, sweeping win. This is very sad. Brexit is soon to be. Also there will likely be a reunification of Ireland in our lifetime as well as an independent Scotland. These are historic times. I’m eating a ton of cold friench fries, I am drinking glasses of champagne. I know we stayin the suite until an ungodly hour of three a.m. and the next day all I think is what did I talk about that whole time. I can barely remember which is not a good sign. I hate that feeling of not really knowning. I pretty much pass out—you can’t call it falling asleep; and I only have a few hours of unconciousness. I am in the throes of angst and sadness underneath the surface and I am aware that the wine, which would have helped in the short term, was going to back fire on me in the waking hour that comes too soon. This will prove to be correct.

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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