It hasn’t been that long since I blogged, but it’s been a while since I deposited the kind of long, rambling essay that I feel inclined to deposit right now. Consider yourself warned.
The universe is encouraging me to do so. For one thing, I hiked all the way into the West Village to write the thank-yous I so desperately need—and want!—to write, only to discover I’d remembered everything but the beautiful notecards I’d purchased for this purpose. It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here at Oslo West, with my long-lost friend, barista Cat, who has new curls—or maybe curls she just let off the leash. Either way, they’re fetching.
So far it’s been that kind of year: everything off the leash. Exhibit A: our democracy. Correction: Our former democracy.
Anyway, all of the West Village is fetching, sometimes I forget. Once upon a time I lived here with the Architect, and as much as it’s changed it’s also the same: the oddest mix of brittle and cozy, bohemian and haughty. Continue Reading →
As promised, I’ve been busy finishing not one but two writing projects. “Getting her done, son,” as a lover calls getting busy in all capacities. I’m not implying I’ve been getting laid left and right–just that I’ve been harnessing Saturn’s taskmaster drive to make things right and true. Maybe you have too? Capricorn season is all about hitting the new-year ground running.
But if you’ve been noticing things have been screwy over the last week, you’re not the one with the screw loose. It’s because at exactly 2:21 p.m. today the Sun in Capricorn faces off with a full moon in Cancer (also known as the Wolf Moon) to form a lunar eclipse that is some powerful shit. We’ve already been feeling the effects of homebody Crab in her home base of the moon as she crosses swords with tough-love Cappie: a lot of boundary-explosions and boundary-setting. I myself spent a day in traffic court on Tuesday as a result of last summer’s speeding ticket.
Truth and consequences galore!
Any flaw in the love-and-money works is coming up to be fixed because tonight’s lunar eclipse marks the end of a story that began with July 2018’s new super moon in Cancer. What transactional dynamics masquerading as unconditional love have you been prodded to re-evaluate during this period? Especially with Saturn and “the great exposer” Pluto opposing this eclipse point, tonight’s full moon reveals and releases the trades we make in order to bask in “stability” or “power” (quotation marks necessary).
Consider this explosion to be like the ultimate facial–hideous in the short-term, gorgeous in the long haul.
So tonight ask yourself: How do I sell myself out? How do I try to control others to feel safe? Even if you don’t ask yourself, tonight the heavens are going to show you. So howl one relationship, habit, or gig that comes at too high a price. This lupine lunar eclipse is feral, she doesn’t mind. Then take a salt bath and light your cauldron or candle to release its residue. Just remember–always!–to hydrate!
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Piccione, this morning you left your house without a bra?
This was yesterday, when everyone had begun drifting back from wherever people go when they leave NYC over the holidays. I was nursing an americano, waiting for some friends visiting from out of town.
For a full week, the coffee shop next door—the ones run by the wily Italians—had been closed. In fact, the whole neighborhood had been closed because all of the planet had been magically out of time.
I’d gotten a lot done.
But, I am sorry to report, my unconscious also had erected one last roadblock before this wretched, wonderful year could draw to a close.
This roadblock was a doozy.
It began a few days before Christmas, when my Macbook Pro’s operating system began devouring itself, which impacted everything connected to my Apple ID across all my devices, everything that required–and o the irony is rich if not sweet–permissions.
Essentially, I was being denied access to my own identity. At first I was only blocked from features that were convenient but unessential: Apple calendars, reminders, and notes that I accessed across all my devices. Then passwords stored in my iCloud keychain began to disappear, which is when I realized that all these years I’d thought I was being smart and responsible by using Apple-suggested passwords, I was really being stupid as a heart attack. Because these passwords were so complex that I had no way to resuscitate them using anything as pedestrian as, say, human memory. Continue Reading →
