My Perspective

About a month ago I asked my friends and family and even a few coworkers if they would write me a monologue that could potentially be used at an audition. I thought it would be fun and simple, everyone has free time to write a weird paragraph for a friend. Not one person. Not even my folks have done this. Oh well. It was a good idea. Just impossible to execute. I think people worry about it not being good enough or right for me. But if it comes from someone else's brain, it already is an interesting and different choice than I would have made for myself had I written the monologue. Eh. Maybe a year from now my email will be flooded.

I wrote two sketches so far this week and I have a three day weekend. Who knows what I will come up with!
 
I'm getting really excited about this sketch group. Or you could even say, obsessive. It's part of my personality. I latch onto something, be it finding the perfect desk for my bedroom or writing sketches. I showed up to our first brainstorm with a folder with 11 sketches. The next week I revised one and wrote two more. I struggle with having so many ideas I don't know where to begin. But once I've focused myself on one it comes pouring out. Now I'm trying to learn how to be better at editing my stuff. I realized that it is so much easier to cut huge chunks out of things and do complete rewrites if I save it under another file name. That way I have the peace of mind of knowing that my original ideas are still there should I want to revisit them. I rarely do. It's just more freeing. Yay for computers.

Tonight's my last class with Mark Sutton. It's been awesome. My class with him has been stretched over about 5 months due to illness and holidays. The classes have been really freeing, and there were a few exercises I really loved. Though I won't share because that's how they make their money. I don't want to give away trade secrets! Ok one. I loved an exercise where we jump in midscene to take over someone elses' character. It lead me to make choices I wouldn't ordinarily. And it was fun to see others jump into something I created. It was also interesting to discover if the physicality or the emotion or the facts of the scene were what the replacements picked up on. Every performer has their favorite. Mine was emotion. Which lead me to really try and copy the physical presence of another performer. It was hard, but it was fun. I need to play around more with physicality.

A coworker is wearing a wool skirt, knee-high boots with stiletto heels and a tasteful matching argyle sweater. It made me realize that clothing outside the realm of shirt, pants and sneakers feels like a costume. If I wore her outfit, it would be for a play.
 
I....can't....allow myself to read any more posts on improv theory. It just makes me angry. I just don't understand. I took classes from the same teachers. I watch the same shows. How is it that people get these bullshit ideas? Oh...I just can't let myself go there anymore. Geez. I had a teacher TEACHER say that Harold's aren't longer than 20-25 minutes because the form is unable to sustain that. ARe you kidding me? Seriously. Are you KIDDING ME? I have been here too long. I can't stand it when crap is spouted as truth. That people incapable of challenging their own play and broadening themselves outside of their own friggin team, are in charge of passing on their wisdom. And since they are in charge, no one argues. No one demands more. No one realizes there is more. Its friggin frustrating. There is so much more. It IS possible to do a scene that isn't driven by a goofy game of heighten til your face turns purple as the clock strikes 2 min. And just because you aren't striving to do comedy, doesn't mean it isn't entertaining. And patient does not = slow and does not = boring. It means listen and stop your panic.
 
Wow, my willpower is weak. I not only read an improv board, I posted a novel.
On the one hand, I tell myself to leave well enough alone. On the otherhand I think, well, maybe I have a perspective that should be voiced. That is so friggin egotistical. I know I am not right all the time. Then again, it's human to feel that ones own opinion is fact. Even if those opinions shift as one becomes more knowledgable. I mean, I still think we would have been better off with Kerry in office. It's an opinion. But I will state it as though it were fact. :)

And speaking of opinion as fact, this peterson trial has got me all riled up. I am so anti death penalty. Mostly. I just can't imagine being on a jury that decides if someone lives or dies. I mean, he was charged with killing another human. So a group of people kill him. But it's legal? It's revenge is what it is. And vengeful killing is still murder. The whole point of the trial was people shouldn't kill each other(unless you are abroad). So we kill him to prove our point. Statistically, more pregnant wives are murdered by their husbands than in any other form of domestic death. How many of those are on death row? That would be a lot of men. Peterson got death because he was high profile. That just makes it icky. The guy is a murderer. Let him get his butt invaded for the next 60 years. Let living be his punishment.
 
Things I learned this year (I'm using the royal 'you'):

When times get tough, think about someone who has it worse than you. And someone always does.

Chocolate makes everyone like you. Old friends. New friends. Enemies.
Thank goodness I am impervious. But I don't hesitate to use this power.

Fake it til you make it. Pretend like you am good enough for something, and eventually everyone around you will believe it. An easy lesson to learn, but hard to put into action. Especially if you are shy.

Shyness comes from the fear that everyone will hate you. And it's not true. Only some of them will. And they wouldn't have liked you anyway, so who cares. I'm learning to be more social.

If someone does something to piss you off, don't confront them in hopes of arriving at a solution. That will make them want to do it more or to avoid the weirdo who has been in "therapy."

Sitcom cliche's exist for a reason. Because sometimes they DO happen in real life. Like finding an awesome apartment. And then discovering your new neighbor plays the bongos. All the time.

It's more fun to come into work when no one is there. Take vacation during the busiest time of the year, not the otherway around. That's when you need it most.

Water the plants atleast once a week. And don't keep them in the windows during the winter.

I am more than willing to walk through the rain to go to an improv show, but I'd rather not inconvenience myself on a nice sunny weekend to buy groceries.

Just because a lot of people have confidence in you, does not mean they will offer up any opportunities. You have to make them for yourself. In otherwords, you can't expect others to go out of their way for you if you aren't going out of your way for yourself.

The moment you decide that you are done with learning, is the moment you are done learning.

Ooh, and I read these quotes yesterday and thought they were awesome--

"Creativity is the defeat of habit by originality." Arthur Koestler

"Creativity is a compulsive human urge which demands more than ritual actions or routine responses, and is only valid when one is trading beyond experience." - Alan Fletcher

"Humor is the shortest distance between two people." -Victor Borge

"To appreciate nonsense requires a serious interest in life." - Gelett Burgess
 
It's been a great beginning to the new year. I danced like a crazy person first thing. Then I washed myself in the smiles of my peers. And ate a free turkey sandwich. And some tasty mini pickles.

I had my first 5B show on jan 2nd. And it was...enough. I wasn't nervous. Which is almost to my detriment, because I could have used a shot of adrenaline to give me more energy. Though I was happy with all of the scenes I was apart of. And of my group as a whole. What a great bunch of folks. I look forward to the next one!

This experience has been completely different than my first time around. Instead of worrying so much about EVERYTHING, I was able to really concentrate on myself and what I wanted to work on. It was nice.

I got to see Paul on the Price is Right. I was crying I was laughing so hard. His strut was hilarious. As was the crap he won. Like the chicken themed dinnerware set. hehehe

I haven't done a thing at work. It's been so chill. I know it's the calm before the storm, but I am enjoying it.

Saturday is my first class with Mick Napier.

Things are swell. :love:
 
I had a really fun show last night. And it has put me in such a good mood today. I wasn't even affected when the cranky woman in accounting snapped at me to go away. I smiled and skipped down the hall. Laughing at her not realizing what a good day it is. Oh right, she wasn't in a show last night. Teehee. THIS is why I do improv. It makes the poopy moments in life better.

When I go into a class or show with the assumption that I am a badass, I generally perform like one. And when I have an moment of insecurity or doubt, I generally perform that way. I really enjoyed my class with Mick Napier. He is a great teacher. Though I felt I wasn't getting out of it what I should because the whole "everyone is better than me" gremlin snuck in my head. I'll try and remember next week that I am an improv badass and maybe I will allow myself to have fun with my stellar classmates. First day of classes are always intimidating to me. They were fun though. I look forward to next week.
 
Do you ever want to call someone an asshole so bad that you can taste it? And you are afraid you may even say it outload because the urge is so strong and the word is already resting on your tongue. And if the wind blows or a child laughs, surely you will release profanity upon the world.

There are some assholes that I am fine with. Really. Truly. I have accepted that they are assholes and moved on. Then there are those that really bug me. Why certain ones? It's the ones that started out as non-assholes that took that ugly turn. And I don't want to just yell at them. No. I want to commit violence upon them. With the hopes that the asshole will be knocked right out of them. And that maybe, though beaten and worn, they will be the person that I know they once were.

But until then. Until then. I will not walk past these assholes on windy days. Nor will I find myself in their company when a child is joyful.

And I will not remotely pretend that I like these people. Even if I once did. Because even though they look the same, I'm looking through them. Just like the Beatles said.
 
I was never much of a drinker. But for the past year, I have had no alcohol. Well, a half a beer, but then had a 24hr hangover and realized the warning label on my medication was there for a reason. I work for a beer company. Free beer, whenever I want it. And I can't have a sip. Alanis Morrisette would call that ironic. :)

What's unfortunate, is that there are people in the improv community who are just as affected by alcohol as I am. Though their issue isn't a medication. It's an addiction. Or it's the damage it is causing to their body from the binge drinking. And those people have just as much reason, if not more than I do, to stop. Though the peer pressure is there. I am never at IO where I am not offered a beverage. Regardless if I am standing by the bar.

I had a conversation with someone a few weeks ago who I am very concerned for. He was plastered out of his mind. And came up to me and said it was okay because he had had a really hard day. And that he hadn't had a drink in three weeks before this time. So it was okay that he indulge himself. And then he staggered off to have pot. If he weren't so drunk, he probably never would have even come talk to me. I barely know this person. But he had such guilt he was walking around the room telling near strangers that it was okay that he had a drink in his hand. I wish I knew him better. Because I would do everything to help him. His friends continue to buy him drinks and pot and who knows what else. Amusing in his stupor. But if they were truly his friends, they'd see he is KILLING himself. Instead of buying him a drink, they'd rip the drink out of his hand. They'd tell him how much they love him and that they want to see him alive in 10 years. Heck, 5 years. And I know they love their friend. Why is it so hard for them to help him? I wish I knew him better. Am I just as bad as them for making an excuse to not help, even though I see what he is doing to himself? Would he accept my help. Would I know how.
 
Another sign this is going to be a good year for me.

My new boss called me from the airport because he forgot to say thank you for putting together his presentation for him. Huh-wha? Awesome. A phone call with no agenda other than to say thank you. He's a great boss.
 
Last night my 5B had a rehearsal. And it was awesome! I ended up directing instead of playing with them. The idea concerned me at first, because I already feel a little separated from the group and didn't want to distance myself further. But I don't think I did that. It was an amazing learning experience for me and the group. I learned it is better to wait for a scene to end to give feedback on it than to try and sidecoach it in the middle. Or if a scene is going nowhere, it is okay to stop and reset the ideas sans an arguement/emotionless scenario.

Our main focus was on the forms that we have created for our show. The first is a form that relies on transformations for edits. And I noticed everyone was getting too wrapped up in the transformations and having half assed scenes. I used the "johnson file" exercise to snap them out of that and remind them how easy it is to have a scene. One person enters with the line "I've got the johnson file." And each entrance has a different and distinct emotion. The only tool they needed was to be armed with an emotion upon entrance, instead of discovering one on stage or worrying about justifying a physical or coming up with something witty to say. And the scenes were great. They were easy, fun, and really funny. I also did a quicky refresher on openings, and gave them a trick that I learned from Liz Allen. And that's to have a secret buddy. That way, all you do is follow and heighten. It's so much easier than trying to split your focus across 14-15 people than to just follow one. And if everyone has a secret buddy, you automatically end up working as a group, but no one is aimless. So that was that form.

The second form has a tendency to get gamey. The idea is based on the spread of rumors. And then scenes based on those rumors. The way we had been performing it was someone says a bitty rumor and then it is re-enacted. I changed that up a little and gave the form some legs. I had them keep the rumors more vague, more thematic as opposed to detailed. That way instead of them only being able to do one scene off a detailed wacky rumor that results in redoing something the audience just saw, they are creating alternate realities. Where the possibilities are endless! It's pretty neat to see a rumor redefine reality. Ex. I heard that they are giving oscars for porn. Instead of a verbatim oscar award ceremony for a porn star.....an alternate reality in which porn is as important as other movies. Two women discussing oscar fashions, with that tilt. Or a scene with a pompous pornstar telling his agent what movies he is too good for. Anyway, it took them away from bits, and brought them into grounded scenework that was so much fun and thematic and smart.

Only half the class was present for this, so hopefully the energy of this rehearsal will infect everyone else. I can't wait until the next show. I hope my classmates feel a little more comfortable on stage now. I know I'm pumped!
 
Yay! I knew the show went well when I saw Noah dance a little jig before he gave us notes. My class still has a ways to go, but we were much more confident and playful. And less bitty. (Thank goodness.) They asked me to direct them again on Thursday. I reluctantly agreed. But a wise improviser told me that sometimes the person who should be in charge is the one who does not necessarily want that role. And sometimes the ones who do, may not be right for the part. Which in this case, I would agree. Several classmates with very little training want to direct as well. I said they should, because what a great opportunity to learn. But a few tried, and were met with quite a bit of animosity from the group. And I experienced none of that. They were very excited to have me in charge. So reluctantly I accept.

It's funny. Looking back. Three years ago I wanted to DIRECT! And be in charge! And I didn't know anything. And now when I feel like I could direct anyone, I don't want that. Well, I would love to teach. I just realize that a good director needs quite a bit of focus. It's harder to be in charge than it is to play. A teacher or director isn't just someone who sits in the back of the room nodding yes or no, with the occasional rolling eyes when the performers don't "get it." A real director, is less judgemental than even a player tries to be. Because if a performer doesn't get it, they need to change their methods until the performer does. And if someone is having difficulty, it is the director's fault, not the performer.

I remember being annoyed during rehearsals when an exercise would be run, and half the people didn't follow directions. And then without comment, we'd move on to the next item on the agenda. Merely running an exercise does not make things work. Explain it in a different way. Do another exercise to help them figure it out. And don't judge them. Judging your students does not make them better. I think I have learned just as much, if not more, from poor directors than I have from good ones.

Last night Noah told me I could do more during shows. To not hold back or be as polite. I said I was afraid I would bowl everyone over. And he said not to worry about that. Maybe that would wake up some of the performers. That if I brought that level of intensity to my play, then people would have no choice. Either they would join up, or disappear. And if they tried to disappear, I could throw them on stage. Wow. He basically told me I could run the show. Part of me was celebrating. What! I can do what ever I want? I can steer the show? Me? And part of me was freaking out. What? You mean these people look up to me so much they would let me be in charge? That my energy alone dictates whether or not we have a good show? What a tall order. What a scary burden. And then I told myself to shut up and just play. Well, we will see what I do next week. I have permission to do whatever I want. Wait a minute. Why do I need someone to tell me that? Shouldn't I always play that way? I think we've had a breakthrough, folks.
 
There's no turning back now. Me and some peeps reserved the Playground, friday nights in May. I'm doing a sketch show! Now I finally have a use for the stacks of stuff I've been collecting.
 
Ugh. Sorry guys. I don't have time to write stuff for the show. But I'd be happy to be in it.

Seriously? I know this person is genuinely busy and that it wasn't meant the way it came off. But boooo.
 
Today I go to the dentist. Improvisors-get your yearly cleaning. I have like a million cavities. I don't feel them or anything. But left untreated, obviously that's a problem. I probably wouldn't have had as many if I had been going regularly. Now I face the chair of torture. Technology is so much better than when I remember it. I hadn't been to the dentist since highschool--so nearly 9 years. And the drill used to be much worse. Xrays were worse. Cleanings were worse. The tools of the trade are way cool now. Though it still sucks to have to go. But you should go. And complaints over no insurace is not an excuse. I have decent insurance and it still pays diddlie. And I am paying a lot more because I wasn't paying for maintenance. Go to the dentist. Especially if you don't like mashed peas.
 
The new security guard asked me if I was an actor. He said I look like one. I guess I've embodied the soul of an actor if I wear it in my half asleep stumble onto the elevator. Either that or it was a line.

I had a poopy show on sunday. But I also was recovering from a chest cold and felt like poopy. And I brought that energy to the stage. I felt horrible, because everyone played poopy. And the egotistical person that I am, blames myself. If I had done a better job, perhaps we would have had a better show. The second group went crazy to make up for the low energy of the first. I wouldn't call it good improv, but it definately was entertaining. So I was glad for that. And glad the audience who trecked through the blizzard was entertained.

On Friday, a co-worker looked at me quizically and said, "You look like an adult today. Normally you look like a kid. What's different?" To which I replied, "I'm tired." Besides the youthful appearance, probably part of what makes me seem young is my energy and my personality. So when I am dragging and too tired to smile, I appear to be my age. And I probably forgot to moisturize. (I :love: oil of olay)
 
Several of my friends are photographers and artists. And I've posed for stuff before. Usually goofy, 'cause that's my speed. Though this week I am doing a photoshoot for some artsy dramatic show(I'm gonna be in a photo show!) and I have to wear a dress and dance. I told the photographer that they will probably end up being funny even if I am behaving seriously. But she still wants me as the subject. We shall see. Me. A dancer. Okie dokie. :banana:
 
Rock on dudes. I just got asked to perform with Monster Island at IO. Can't get on a team, but I get an auto friday night at 8pm slot with veteran players. I'm beside myself!
 
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