My Perspective
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I have a few friends who are going through mental health revolutions. And it has caused me to re-evaluate my own. I'm probably at 90% right now. But with insane amounts of stress, chemical imbalances, and mood altering medication, it's been a ride. Everyone has phases. How many people can say they were almost anorexic. But fought it off. (My mom and dad are probably scratching their head at this one. This is something that I hid.) Anorexia can actually be a side effect of my disease. I have Crohn's disease. There, I finally said it. And it can cause extreme fluctuations in weight. Which in turn can cause crazy body image issues. Which in turn can lead to anorexia if a person isn't careful. I remember in highschool I let myself get sick, purposefully stopped taking medication,stopped eating lunch, just so I could lose weight. Then when I got really sick, it was a wake up call. How dumb was I being! I could kill myself. And being thin isn't worth that. I wasn't depressed, I was just a teenager. Had I been depressed, I probably wouldn't have minded the fact that it could kill me. I had some friends who were in that place. So luckily I didn't go there.(Looking back I envy my starting weight. Oh to be 110 again! But I need to not think about the value of myself in pounds. I need to think about myself in context of my health.) When I first moved to chicago I had what is called B-12 madness. Which occurs when b-12 is so depleted that it causes a person to become paranoid(legitimately) and easily angered and also nearly eliminates short term memory. Yes, that IS as freaky as it sounds. And I didn't know what was causing it. Instinctually I was eating as much red meat as I could get my hands on, but my issue was that I can't digest it. So I now have to get injections for the rest of my life, but it sure beats being crazy. Then, I was put on steroids for 6 months. For those not familiar, that is a loooooong time. Usually people are put on them for a few weeks. But my illness was just not getting better. Steroids mess with a person's hormones. So I cried a lot during those 6 months. Anything could set me off. A commercial. A noisy neighbor. The wind. And it's even worse when you are aware of being 'off' but knowing there is nothing you can do to control it. I'm off of those bitches, thank goodness. And I have had 40 lbds to lose. The first 20 melted off. (praise the lord) But I'm not going to kill myself for the last twenty. I lost another 10 through eating healthier and exercising. I still splurge on ice cream and popcorn and fast food, just not as frequently. And I walk a lot, and ride my bike, and do yoga. And I just rented an aerobics video on netflix. And I still have issues. I know. I've given myself a number to lose. And I shouldn't. I am getting myself psyched knowing how much more energy I have. That I can stand during an improv class and not get light headed. That I can walk up and down the stairs at work and not get winded. And the better in shape I get, the less my arthritis bothers me. Yeah, I got that too. Maybe I'll never be 100%. But I am ecstatic about where I have been able to get to.
I have a plastic tooth!!
It's only temporary while the titans forge me a new one out of gold and porcelain. Yeah, vanity struck. I went for the tooth that looks like a tooth. As exciting as having a sparkling smile was, I realized that this is pretty much a forever decision. And that it's worth it to pay the extra bucks now so I am not sad later when I become a smile model. Hey, it could happen. Someone could see my crooked smile while I'm walking my neighbor's dog down the beaches of malibu. And they would shout 'Hey you! I'm gonna make your smile a stah.' Okay. I just didn't want a gold tooth.
Please put your consciousness on the success of others. I have made an attempt of getting a really awesome audition opportunity for a few people. So please please put these anonymous people in your thoughts. If they get this, then maybe someone important will listen to me in the future when putting together auditions. Oh I hope I hope I hope I can help out the hungry improvisers.
It's only temporary while the titans forge me a new one out of gold and porcelain. Yeah, vanity struck. I went for the tooth that looks like a tooth. As exciting as having a sparkling smile was, I realized that this is pretty much a forever decision. And that it's worth it to pay the extra bucks now so I am not sad later when I become a smile model. Hey, it could happen. Someone could see my crooked smile while I'm walking my neighbor's dog down the beaches of malibu. And they would shout 'Hey you! I'm gonna make your smile a stah.' Okay. I just didn't want a gold tooth.
Please put your consciousness on the success of others. I have made an attempt of getting a really awesome audition opportunity for a few people. So please please put these anonymous people in your thoughts. If they get this, then maybe someone important will listen to me in the future when putting together auditions. Oh I hope I hope I hope I can help out the hungry improvisers.
I was reminded the other day of advice? I was given in highschool. I had an English Lit teacher who was very hard on me. I didn't understand why I couldn't get an A or sometimes even a B on papers and essays, especially when I read what I thought were inferior papers that belonged to friends of mine. And they were scored higher. Nervously, I approached her one day. And I asked her why. She said it was because she knew I was capable of better. She wasn't grading me based on my classmates work, but based on my work. She said she was being tough on me because she knew I could take it. Why would she push a student who didn't even understand that they were being pushed? It may have been a bunch of BS so I wouldn't be mad at her. But it may have been true. So I decided to take it as such and began to work really hard in her class. I rarely got an A. But when I did get one, I knew that I had earned it. And so maybe if I should face my challenges thusly. The more I am challenged, the harder I should try. Because only those aware that they are being pushed can push back. And I don't want that opportunity to go to waste. Because maybe I am capable of more than even I am aware of. And all this pushing isn't in place to tell me that I am incapable. It's in place to make me even more capable.
I got asked to be in "What You Need." Pretty cool, dude.
Come check it out. It's running for atleast two more months.
http://www.krumovabrothers.com
(I'm gonna be in a show!!!)
Come check it out. It's running for atleast two more months.
http://www.krumovabrothers.com
(I'm gonna be in a show!!!)
Todays topic of discussion, boys and girls, is hookers. Maybe the point will come to me by the end, and maybe it won't.
I saw a hooker once when I went to NY when I was 15. And I remember pointing and saying, "is that a hooker?" My rabbi told me to be quiet. He was our chaperone.
I was later introduced to hookerdom in college, after being mistaken a couple of times for being a hooker. It made me realize I lived on hooker street. Or 13th street, a half a mile from campus. The problem was so bad, that the domino's pizza across the street had their employees picket the hookers. They had company sponsored picket signs that warned the hookers that they were not wanted in our neighborhood. The thing was, it was a nice area. Block after block(well, not the same as a big city block) of apartment complexes that were 99% full of college students. And these were really nice apartments. Mine had a washer and dryer in the apartment, full kitchen, living room, dining room, FULLY furnished and included highspeed internet. We had a swimming pool and a gym. And the place was only two years old. And the rent was a whopping $325 a month. Ah florida. Anywho I am off subject. Hookers.
It was a really nice area. Well, except for a little ways down the street was a cheap motel. (My friend's mom stayed there (attempted to stay there) until she walked in her room and saw the bloody handprints on the walls that had not been cleaned up after a murder.) And I think the place rented by the hour. And right across the street was a nuddie(sp?) bar. Right in the middle of this stretch of student housing. This was a small town. This was weird.
So my first time being mistaken for a hooker I was walking to class. Had my jeans and tshirt and my backpack and my nerd glasses(not my cool poser ones I have now) and I was obviously a college student. A man in a van pulls up beside me. He looked like someone's dad. I thought he was going to ask me for directions, and according to the rules of southern hospitality, I'd give them to him. He asked me if I wanted to get in his van. I politely said no thank you. At this point I was confused. Then he pulled a 50 out of his wallet and asked me if I was sure. Yeah, I'm sure you crazy mofo. As his van pulled away I saw the bumper sticker on the back that said his kid was an honor student.
The second time. I was walking to class(once again, dressed like my nerdly self.) I had almost reached the seedy motel when a truck pulls up. It was this guy with not enough teeth and he looked like a young jeff foxworthy. He waved some money at me and said, "I'll give you fifty if you jump in the back of my truuuck." What's with waving money? I yelled no at him just like Oprah said. He followed me slowly. I had my hand on my cell phone ready to dial 911. I turned and yelled at the top of my lungs for him to get away. He got the hint.
There was a pregnant hooker. She was still hooking at what looked like full term, though I'm no expert. There was the drunk hooker. She could often be found passed out at my bus stop. Usually when the crowd of students showed up in the morning to go to class. She usually smelled like booze and human stink. And she was also usually covered in flies. And she was too drunk to swat them away. Or maybe she was used to them. And there was the teenage boy hooker. That was the most disturbing.
Anywho, it's different in chicago. Here they take pride in their work. They aren't wearing pee stained Jeff Gordon t-shirts. Here, you know a hooker when you see one. They look like someone who dressed up like a hooker for halloween. Big wig, too much makeup, fishnets, high heels. And some of them are men. Here it's not 13th. Here it's belmont. And their motel is the Abbott. I even saw a few people getting arrested last night. Ah, hookers.
What's my point? I guess I didn't arrive at one. I was just thinking about hookers today.
I saw a hooker once when I went to NY when I was 15. And I remember pointing and saying, "is that a hooker?" My rabbi told me to be quiet. He was our chaperone.
I was later introduced to hookerdom in college, after being mistaken a couple of times for being a hooker. It made me realize I lived on hooker street. Or 13th street, a half a mile from campus. The problem was so bad, that the domino's pizza across the street had their employees picket the hookers. They had company sponsored picket signs that warned the hookers that they were not wanted in our neighborhood. The thing was, it was a nice area. Block after block(well, not the same as a big city block) of apartment complexes that were 99% full of college students. And these were really nice apartments. Mine had a washer and dryer in the apartment, full kitchen, living room, dining room, FULLY furnished and included highspeed internet. We had a swimming pool and a gym. And the place was only two years old. And the rent was a whopping $325 a month. Ah florida. Anywho I am off subject. Hookers.
It was a really nice area. Well, except for a little ways down the street was a cheap motel. (My friend's mom stayed there (attempted to stay there) until she walked in her room and saw the bloody handprints on the walls that had not been cleaned up after a murder.) And I think the place rented by the hour. And right across the street was a nuddie(sp?) bar. Right in the middle of this stretch of student housing. This was a small town. This was weird.
So my first time being mistaken for a hooker I was walking to class. Had my jeans and tshirt and my backpack and my nerd glasses(not my cool poser ones I have now) and I was obviously a college student. A man in a van pulls up beside me. He looked like someone's dad. I thought he was going to ask me for directions, and according to the rules of southern hospitality, I'd give them to him. He asked me if I wanted to get in his van. I politely said no thank you. At this point I was confused. Then he pulled a 50 out of his wallet and asked me if I was sure. Yeah, I'm sure you crazy mofo. As his van pulled away I saw the bumper sticker on the back that said his kid was an honor student.
The second time. I was walking to class(once again, dressed like my nerdly self.) I had almost reached the seedy motel when a truck pulls up. It was this guy with not enough teeth and he looked like a young jeff foxworthy. He waved some money at me and said, "I'll give you fifty if you jump in the back of my truuuck." What's with waving money? I yelled no at him just like Oprah said. He followed me slowly. I had my hand on my cell phone ready to dial 911. I turned and yelled at the top of my lungs for him to get away. He got the hint.
There was a pregnant hooker. She was still hooking at what looked like full term, though I'm no expert. There was the drunk hooker. She could often be found passed out at my bus stop. Usually when the crowd of students showed up in the morning to go to class. She usually smelled like booze and human stink. And she was also usually covered in flies. And she was too drunk to swat them away. Or maybe she was used to them. And there was the teenage boy hooker. That was the most disturbing.
Anywho, it's different in chicago. Here they take pride in their work. They aren't wearing pee stained Jeff Gordon t-shirts. Here, you know a hooker when you see one. They look like someone who dressed up like a hooker for halloween. Big wig, too much makeup, fishnets, high heels. And some of them are men. Here it's not 13th. Here it's belmont. And their motel is the Abbott. I even saw a few people getting arrested last night. Ah, hookers.
What's my point? I guess I didn't arrive at one. I was just thinking about hookers today.
I forgot how exhausting it is to do stuff.
I'm only taking two classes. But that is like saying I only have a small pile of clutter on my desk. It's magnetic. And it attracts more.
So two classes. But then Mondays I can't miss armando. Best impro in town(before 10:30pm).
Tonight I am at the Playground. My impromptu show two months ago lead to a guest slot this evening. It should be fun. Then it's off to run tech for the "Seven Deadly Sins" over at the Live Bait theater. How could I refuse? I love the performers and they offered mula.
Then there's the understudy gig at IO tomorrow night, but I have a morning rehearsal 'cause I have no idea what they want me to do yet.
Then there's the weasilicious workshop that finally fits on a day I can do it, saturdays. Thank goodness that doesn't start til next week.
So yeah, I'm just taking two classes. But I need a nap desperately.
I'm only taking two classes. But that is like saying I only have a small pile of clutter on my desk. It's magnetic. And it attracts more.
So two classes. But then Mondays I can't miss armando. Best impro in town(before 10:30pm).
Tonight I am at the Playground. My impromptu show two months ago lead to a guest slot this evening. It should be fun. Then it's off to run tech for the "Seven Deadly Sins" over at the Live Bait theater. How could I refuse? I love the performers and they offered mula.
Then there's the understudy gig at IO tomorrow night, but I have a morning rehearsal 'cause I have no idea what they want me to do yet.
Then there's the weasilicious workshop that finally fits on a day I can do it, saturdays. Thank goodness that doesn't start til next week.
So yeah, I'm just taking two classes. But I need a nap desperately.
I was definately out of my comfort zone saturday night. I'm such a hypocrite. I say I am tired of being type cast, but then when I am put in something outside of my type I get flustered. I remember it happened to me in college. I even came down with laryngitis before a show, and I don't doubt that it was partially caused by psychological distress. I was cast as a gangster, the part was originally supposed to be male. I was understudying a different part when a week before opening our lead broke her leg. I was to memorize an entire play over again, only another part. I think I short circuited. I am terrible at memorizing(probably because I tell myself I am terrible at it.) Anywho, saturday I found myself in a greenroom surrounded by beautiful, confident women. And actually, it was very intimidating. I didn't feel like I fit in at all. I couldn't figure out why I had even been asked to be in the show. But it was probably something that I don't see in myself. And fighting against what I believe myself to be is awful. I even went home and cried. And it's not like it was brain surgery. I had like 3 lines. It was just outside of my comfort zone, particularly because I've been feeling so self conscious lately about my appearance. I even bought a skirt for the show, but it was past my knees to cover up the awful scars I got from the medication I was on. So instead of feeling confident, I was worried that someone might find out I wasn't who I was pretending to be. Eh, this one's for the shrink.
I had a fun time doing a two person show at the playground. Of course, the person I performed with last time wasn't present, so I did a show with a complete stranger. Again! And it was pretty good. Strange how that happens. Probably most actors would prefer the scripted show to the impromptu show with a stranger. But I am funny that way.
I had a fun time doing a two person show at the playground. Of course, the person I performed with last time wasn't present, so I did a show with a complete stranger. Again! And it was pretty good. Strange how that happens. Probably most actors would prefer the scripted show to the impromptu show with a stranger. But I am funny that way.
I recieved a few compliments on my performance that I was feeling insecure about. There's no accounting for taste. J/k.
I've heard actors on 'Inside the Actor's Studio' talk about doing takes. How sometimes they feel connected and really good about their work, and during other takes they feel completely disconnected and all "acty". Yet sometimes the cuts the directors choose for the final movie are the ones the actors weren't as happy about. Because sometimes what you feel and what you portray are completely different. Sometimes the acty one comes across as more connected and visa versa. So sometimes it's really hard to be objective about your own work, because you only know how you felt in the moment. Not what was percieved.
I'm talking like it was shakespeare. But every moment on stage is a powerful one. Even when making fart jokes. Ptttthhhb.
I've heard actors on 'Inside the Actor's Studio' talk about doing takes. How sometimes they feel connected and really good about their work, and during other takes they feel completely disconnected and all "acty". Yet sometimes the cuts the directors choose for the final movie are the ones the actors weren't as happy about. Because sometimes what you feel and what you portray are completely different. Sometimes the acty one comes across as more connected and visa versa. So sometimes it's really hard to be objective about your own work, because you only know how you felt in the moment. Not what was percieved.
I'm talking like it was shakespeare. But every moment on stage is a powerful one. Even when making fart jokes. Ptttthhhb.
My new boss was hazed. My other bosses toilet papered his office. Greased the door handle. Posted signs that declared how much he enjoyed the company of unicorns and puppies and that rainbows were neat and that his favorite hobby is shopping.
I love my new job. It may not be creative, but atleast it's no longer stifling. These guys are so silly! Yet they apologize if they curse in my presence. It's nice to be respected.
I love my new job. It may not be creative, but atleast it's no longer stifling. These guys are so silly! Yet they apologize if they curse in my presence. It's nice to be respected.
:bleagh:
Three weeks. Three weeks, 9 to 5, auto repeat. Polyphonic Spree's "Reach for the Sun." I know why sane people kill.
Light
And day
Is more than you’ll say
Cause all
My Feelings
Are more
Than I can let by
Or not
More than you’ve got
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
You don’t see me fly into the red one more you’re nuts
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don’t see me fly into the red one more you’re done
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
You don’t see me fly into the red – one more you’re nuts
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don’t see me fly into the red – one more you’re done
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Three weeks. Three weeks, 9 to 5, auto repeat. Polyphonic Spree's "Reach for the Sun." I know why sane people kill.
Light
And day
Is more than you’ll say
Cause all
My Feelings
Are more
Than I can let by
Or not
More than you’ve got
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
You don’t see me fly into the red one more you’re nuts
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don’t see me fly into the red one more you’re done
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
You don’t see me fly into the red – one more you’re nuts
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don’t see me fly into the red – one more you’re done
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
I've been very egotistical this week. Maybe I was due after my bout of insecurity. Maybe it was the freakin awesome skybox tickets to the Bulls game. Folks, it was awesome. You should all be jealous. There was a woman on a tall unicycle that put bowls on her foot and would kick them onto her head. I don't know what it had to do with basketball, but it was amusing. My favorite part was the giant flying happy bull balloon that was propelled by fans in it's crotch. And it dropped hats on the fans(other definition). It looked like it was pooping. I was hoping to see the fat dancing guys. Are those for the bulls or the bears? I don't remember. I just remember that Chicago has some dancing fat guys. Maybe next time.
AAAAAHHH. I go through phases where I get disheartened. Then I go to class and feel better. But then I walk outside and my heart shrinks again. I know I am very opinionated and sometimes snobbish about those opinions on improv. But here's what got me all 'ranty' last night. A good friend, and a very talented improviser that I respect very much, who has been performing for several years now at IO, said the following to me, "I need to be funnier. So I can stay on the schedule." That made me so angry. Not because it might be true. But because my friend believed it. Because this person who arrived into improv from the world of straight theater, with no goal other than to become a stronger actor and to conquer their fear of being scriptless, has now been made to feel insecure about their talents and to feel that it isn't enough?
I argue that it is enough. What a performer has and is, is enough. AAAAH and to look up to performers who's "talent" is to call out their scene partners and destroy the reality of scenes is terrible! (Wasn't there a section of Truth in Comedy that made an example of Joan Rivers for that?) Shouldn't we be striving to be better performers? I have this selfish goal to be the best that my person can be. To see how far I can push myself, to see what I become once I am finally able to share on stage the person that I feel hidden inside. That's my goal. My goal isn't to be on some team I am unhappy with. I don't know where that comes from. I mean, I bought into that for a while. I was on two teams that made me unhappy. But I bought into the notion that for some reason I had to. But now that I am not, I feel myself growing so much as a performer. Maybe it's merely because time has passed, I am older, it's all starting to sink in. Or perhaps it's because I am continuing to challenge myself in positive ways instead negative. And not believing I have learned enough because I am being "recognized." I'll never achieve my goal. But darned if I don't try. Fine. Some people move to chicago to be comedians. I'm not judging them. It's the people who strive to be artists/actors who turn, but not because they themselves want to be hilarious and witty. But because they think that's what others want them to be. That's what disheartens me. To see people going against their own instincts out of insecurity. It's nothing new, I suppose. Happens all the time in theater. Happens all the time for artists. I just don't like seeing it transform my friends. And it's one of my biggest pet peeves in improv. To tell someone they aren't funny enough. Or to tell anyone they aren't enough. That's....awful.
I argue that it is enough. What a performer has and is, is enough. AAAAH and to look up to performers who's "talent" is to call out their scene partners and destroy the reality of scenes is terrible! (Wasn't there a section of Truth in Comedy that made an example of Joan Rivers for that?) Shouldn't we be striving to be better performers? I have this selfish goal to be the best that my person can be. To see how far I can push myself, to see what I become once I am finally able to share on stage the person that I feel hidden inside. That's my goal. My goal isn't to be on some team I am unhappy with. I don't know where that comes from. I mean, I bought into that for a while. I was on two teams that made me unhappy. But I bought into the notion that for some reason I had to. But now that I am not, I feel myself growing so much as a performer. Maybe it's merely because time has passed, I am older, it's all starting to sink in. Or perhaps it's because I am continuing to challenge myself in positive ways instead negative. And not believing I have learned enough because I am being "recognized." I'll never achieve my goal. But darned if I don't try. Fine. Some people move to chicago to be comedians. I'm not judging them. It's the people who strive to be artists/actors who turn, but not because they themselves want to be hilarious and witty. But because they think that's what others want them to be. That's what disheartens me. To see people going against their own instincts out of insecurity. It's nothing new, I suppose. Happens all the time in theater. Happens all the time for artists. I just don't like seeing it transform my friends. And it's one of my biggest pet peeves in improv. To tell someone they aren't funny enough. Or to tell anyone they aren't enough. That's....awful.
A recent pickup fad is sweeping through improv. I'm not sure why this started. "So, how old are you." When a improviser asks me that out of the blue I already know of their unpure intentions. They want to either find out if I am naive enough to complete the conversation, or perhaps compliment me for appearing younger than my age, or for being wise beyond my years, or heck, confirm that I am legal. Whatever the intention, I have been asked my age a lot the past month. And I know it's unpure by their body language and their roaming eyes and their dancing eyebrows. I must admit, though, I enjoy playing along. I make them guess. And I usually get a range between 21 and 35. And that would be correct. 
And it's flattering. This is the proof that thin girls do get paid more attention. I was invisible 35 lbs ago. (This is very unscientific. It's based on the survey of one person. Accuracy is +/-.45)
Don't ask a woman her age, please. Let her volunteer it after breakfast.
And it's flattering. This is the proof that thin girls do get paid more attention. I was invisible 35 lbs ago. (This is very unscientific. It's based on the survey of one person. Accuracy is +/-.45)Don't ask a woman her age, please. Let her volunteer it after breakfast.
This is awesome.
Someone asked me for my autograph. They thought I was Tina Fey. They were all nervous approaching me. I didn't know what was up. I thought they were going to put a 'kick me' sign on my back or something. They asked me for my autograph! But when I replied confused, they looked at each other and started laughing. "Oh my god! I thought you were Tina Fey! I'm so embarrased!" It was pretty funny. Granted, it was in context. I was standing in front of IO. I don't think I would be mistaken for her at Borders.
You hear that Tina? People think I look like you. I could be the Vicki Lawrence to your Carol Burnett.
Someone asked me for my autograph. They thought I was Tina Fey. They were all nervous approaching me. I didn't know what was up. I thought they were going to put a 'kick me' sign on my back or something. They asked me for my autograph! But when I replied confused, they looked at each other and started laughing. "Oh my god! I thought you were Tina Fey! I'm so embarrased!" It was pretty funny. Granted, it was in context. I was standing in front of IO. I don't think I would be mistaken for her at Borders.
You hear that Tina? People think I look like you. I could be the Vicki Lawrence to your Carol Burnett.
I had a serious gross out yesterday.
When the nurse took out my IV she couldn't stop the bleeding. I made the mistake of looking. It didn't hurt, but my brain decided this was a panic worthy situation to see blood flowing out of my own arm. I got light headed, not from the blood loss, but from seeing the blood. I can't erase the picture from my mind even though it is all healed up without a bandaid.
Yes, I change the channel when they show the procedures on the Swan.
Actually, I saw that show for the first time this week. It was awful! The woman was a normal looking woman! And they gave her all these procedures she didn't need! She was like, 20lbs overweight. Any self respecting doctor would tell that woman to exercise. Right, it's worth risking surgery rather than 20 mins a day on a stationary bike and more vegetables. The woman needed a therapist, not a bunch of surgeons agreeing with her about her insecurities. If the FCC is playing moral watchman, why don't they take THAT shit off the air. That's more morally wrong than a stupid football commercial.
When the nurse took out my IV she couldn't stop the bleeding. I made the mistake of looking. It didn't hurt, but my brain decided this was a panic worthy situation to see blood flowing out of my own arm. I got light headed, not from the blood loss, but from seeing the blood. I can't erase the picture from my mind even though it is all healed up without a bandaid.
Yes, I change the channel when they show the procedures on the Swan.
Actually, I saw that show for the first time this week. It was awful! The woman was a normal looking woman! And they gave her all these procedures she didn't need! She was like, 20lbs overweight. Any self respecting doctor would tell that woman to exercise. Right, it's worth risking surgery rather than 20 mins a day on a stationary bike and more vegetables. The woman needed a therapist, not a bunch of surgeons agreeing with her about her insecurities. If the FCC is playing moral watchman, why don't they take THAT shit off the air. That's more morally wrong than a stupid football commercial.
An old family friend of mine who works in the 'biz' is looking at my writing. How exciting! I look forward to the feedback.
I just opened the floodgates last night on a sketch show. And this time I think it is actually going to happen. It's been so frustrating to be ditched over and over again. But a peer who was in a writing workshop asked to work with me. Finally! I only had to have my stuff read in front of a group of peers before someone realized that I was worth making time for. Anywho, the cohorts for this show are awesome and I can't wait to dive in.
Another thing I am excited about is a new book that is coming out in April. It's called Guru, and was written by Jeff Griggs. I read several of his online articles he wrote last year that eventually led to him writing this book. And they were really great. Oh yeah. The book is about his experiences with Del Close along with a short history. I wish I could have worked with Del, even with all the quoting and misquoting and pedastals and complaints and the warped picture a lot of us have, he must have been an amazing teacher to affect so many peoples lives. And I count myself as one. Jeff is a great writer and it's exciting that I will get a taste of what it must have been like spending time with someone who was so lauded. And at the same time, humanize someone who has become almost mythical.
I just opened the floodgates last night on a sketch show. And this time I think it is actually going to happen. It's been so frustrating to be ditched over and over again. But a peer who was in a writing workshop asked to work with me. Finally! I only had to have my stuff read in front of a group of peers before someone realized that I was worth making time for. Anywho, the cohorts for this show are awesome and I can't wait to dive in.
Another thing I am excited about is a new book that is coming out in April. It's called Guru, and was written by Jeff Griggs. I read several of his online articles he wrote last year that eventually led to him writing this book. And they were really great. Oh yeah. The book is about his experiences with Del Close along with a short history. I wish I could have worked with Del, even with all the quoting and misquoting and pedastals and complaints and the warped picture a lot of us have, he must have been an amazing teacher to affect so many peoples lives. And I count myself as one. Jeff is a great writer and it's exciting that I will get a taste of what it must have been like spending time with someone who was so lauded. And at the same time, humanize someone who has become almost mythical.