I have taught and performed improvisational theatre since 1999. I currently work with several theaters, and I am always pursuing more opportunities for teaching. As an improvisor and comedy writer, I am always looking for new and different projects.
Specialties: IMPROV: Completed the Training Centers at iO, Annoyance, Second City.
with so much suffering in the world, i constantly feel guilty when i'm concerned with myself.
where did this mental self torture come from?
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I just rode in my first critical mass. (I'll add a link later to explain)
it was so fun. just hundreds, probably thousands of bikes taking the streets.
really makes you think about where the real power lies, with the masses. we took over the streets, cars and busses had to wait. yes, there are police blocking some intersections, but not all of them. and even those we could have managed without the fuzz.
it's in the name. we have enough of us to stop traffic, a critical mass of cyclists.
so how do we take that energy and enthusiasm for this giant bike ride and channel it into activism and protests?
i've been in marches that took the streets because we had to many people for the police to stop.
but when we have enough people that the power structure can't keep us from tearing down this system, that my friends will be a great day.
also, this was the longest i've ever rode, as in most distance. I was already site on the ride back, then I took a spill. now my whole body aches.
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this life thing is weird.
bad shit happens to good people.
good shit happens to bad people.
the world keeps spinning.
then we die.
i just try to have some happiness occasionally.
and i try to give others more joy than pain in all my actions.
life, huh?
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i'm running out of tomorrows.
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how do i rationalize the way i'm perceived with the way i actually am?
it's maddening and the cause of much mental frustration.
i loathe hypocrisy.
yet i'm a hypocrite.
i suppose this internal battle is what makes me human.
but then that supposition makes me hate being human.
focus on me, i feel selfish.
focus on others, i feel a sense of missing out.
the ego is a real bitch.
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i'm mostly happy.
i guess.
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skimming Facebook tl is an oddness.
recent past seems like decades ago, reliving the moments has been made easy. our memories are enhanced, bionic even.
the inevitable romanticizing creeps in...
ego or greed or greener pastures...
a melange?
to be continued...
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i feel restless.
my choices of late are not making me happy.
i feel like i waste time.
my usual refrain of I'm really busy feels hollow and is teetering on the edge of being a falsehood.
i don't know what the solution is, but i know the steps i must take to discover it.
i just hate confrontation.
oh yeah, and i don't like christmas. :)
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awake
or sleeping
a decision
or a realization
an easy path shines
with it's false promise(s)
the choice is made
whether a choice is made
or not
i am awake
or am i
sleeping
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if i could sell photography...
when i can afford frames and prints and time and wall space...
https://plus.google.com/photos/110909586768144589432/albums/5512794720612085185
i like to think i'm an artist.
:)
and since everyone can be an artist if only they create art, i feel like to think i'm artist i have to think i'm creating art.
that's the hard part.
is it a bit like thinking one is "cool"?
are the coolest people the ones who don't think about whether they are cool or not?
same with artists?
questions!
it's good to know I'm still human.
meaning, i make decisions sometimes based on the basest of emotions; hunger, pleasure, etc.
i still would rather all my decisions be evaluated on the basis of the most good for the most people.
I'm getting there, i think. slowly.
it's my own personal form of enlightenment, and it's a journey like any other journey.
the end is unknown, yet imagined.
let's hope it's real. :)
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as the geese fly over head, the bbc whispers into existence. sunlight approaches quickly, and with it a last chance.
life is constant speeding by, slipping through cracks and crevices, flowing away into the past.
it's overwhelming sometimes.
most times really.
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as the end of the month approached and my search for an apartment was still bearing no fruit, i of course was becoming more stressed. the worry that my usual laissez faire attitude was going to bite me this time began to creep up.
everything always works out, i would reassure myself, as some part of the deep recesses of my mind was having an ever swelling tinge of doubt.
well, as it turns out, it did work out.
i just signed a lease for an amazingly perfect little place, right in the area i wanted and with the amenities i needed. it's almost too perfect... :)
less stress. now i can breathe.
oh, and pack.
and move.
and... and...
sleep on tueday. :)
"i'll just keep circling. a spot will open up. the universe has a way of working out."
-my dad.
when you write a blog no one reads, it affords you some freedom. and demands some self reflective honesty.
i purposely don't list this blog on the search engines, so it's not like i'm complaining that no one reads my drivel.
i know some people do, i can see the stats that reveal some poor souls do view the page, and to them i guess i should say thank you. i mean, i don't write these posts to be read as much as i write them to write them.
but, still, i was raised a polite southern boy, so i'll say thank you.
but then again, on the self reflective honesty tip, if i was writing things that people wanted to read, that they felt compared to share, and that caused my "page view" stat to sky rocket, of course i'd feel awesome about that. i'm sure it would end up fucking up my wrting mojo though, as happened in the past when i knew people were reading these heart dumps.
i use this as a journal, and i suppose i must not want people to read it or i'd push it more.
i didn't start this as a blog to get read, i started it as a means to keep family and friends updated on my life and times while traveling.
but of course some part of me thought i was starting the next big thing.
the greedy self important part, fed only by my own self hated ego and sense of entitlement, really.
so why am i writing this tirade about a lack of readership?
i don't know.
i was going to write a post about how i misread another female; about how i thought i had another girl in love with me that i didn't share the same feelings for headed for the awkward conversation friendship plateau, only to have the exact opposite be revealed in a random moment of human verbal interaction.
she uttered the world changer so casually, its as if the thought of this information being at all surprising to me even crossed her mind.
the second time this has happened to me.
to be fair, the first time i was (am?) the one with feelings.
this time neither of us had feelings, apprantly. so in the end, it's a wonderful weight lifted.
but it's still odd to me that i can misread the feminine gender so completely.
even as i typed that, i realized how amazingly pompous that sentence was.
misreading the opposite sex? that's new. new like music and poetry is new.
so i guess i did write about it afterall.
[mind dump]
i'm in the process of trying to move apartments so i can be closer to the pH theater. it's exciting and scary and daunting and fun. i really like moving into a new place, but i really dislike moving out of an old place.
the joy of new is something i've always liked. the change, the discovery, the decorating! there are so many aspects of moving i really truly enjoy.
the sad part is now one's freedom to move is constrained by one's credit score, a number tabulated by combing one's credit history and pioneered and sold by FICO, a private company.
so it seems to me that it's a bit suspect right off the bat. mostly because its a proprietary product that individuals don't have free access to. we have to pay for it from another company to even get it. the free once a year credit report we are allowed to have doesn't even contain the FICO credit score. you have to pay for that VIP number.
so, yes, as you may realize, i'm writing about this because my score is apparently to low to rent the latest and greatest apartment i saw, the only one i wanted enough to apply for. so, i plunked down my $40 application fee and let them do their thing. i'm not way below their credit score cut off point, but low enough that the property manager would dismiss my application outright without even pausing to think about the individual circumstances that i may have. so now, i'm reduced to trying to convince the property owner to let me rent his place. i've got to persuade this gentlemen to allow me to give him money every month.
plus, my credit score doesn't show the fact that while i may be behind is some debt repayment, i've never defaulted on rent or been evicted for non payment of rent or any other rent not paying related incident. in that area of finances, i'm golden. and i imagine many people with "bad credit" have a similar story. every month, the choice between paying down your debt and paying for rent, food, utilities isn't an easy one. but i would estimate that most firmly come down on the side of paying for the items that provide immediate use, not the items that have no tangible effect on their daily lives.
( i realize a lot of arguments can be made about that last clause, like credit bought items, educational degrees paid for by loans, and health levels from past hospital visits, but immediate benefits of lights and a roof and food to eat is what i'm referring to. :)
besides, i really just want this apartment for my cat. it has a great porch and he would love be able to go outside again.