This is one of my favorite clowns.... :)
This month I've been doing clown bootcamp AND level 2 broadsword. Yeowsers! ...I'm getting buff. :)
In my roommate's room, a pair of pants hang over the back of the chair I'm sitting in and I can't stop thinking, "Are these pants mine...?"
This is one of my favorite clowns.... :)
This month I've been doing clown bootcamp AND level 2 broadsword. Yeowsers! ...I'm getting buff. :)
David gave me some of the best cold medicine ever.
Michelle told me my feelings of frustration about a situation at work
were justified, but to let them go... because they weren't worth
hanging on to.
I got to take a day off to rest and take care of my cold.
TBA gave me tickets to see Hugh Jackman, and Michael was able to go with me.
Pam stopped by my desk to tell me a story about her giving old oil
paints to a homeless man.
Mel gave me a little pink ninja she found because I was the first
person she thought of when she saw it.
Angela signed up and started taking improv classes after a
conversation we had about being in the moment.
Lili sent me cute cat pictures when I happened to be in the middle of
a travel crisis at work.
Devin completely indulged me in a moment of paranoid insecurity.
Sean helped me prepare a lunch for Susana and team with the most
generous spirit.
Kasmira told me stories about her charming clumsy moments.
I had a happy hour evening with a bunch of new friends.
Rob fixed the computer connection to my phone, and then told me he had
no idea how he did it, which was just so honest that it made me smile.
Liz told me that she was going to sneeze, and then I sneezed, and then
she sneezed - and then we giggled uncontrollably disrupting everyone
around us.
Gabriella sent me email hugs all week.
I got to attend Amber's CD release party.
Isabel invited me to watch a movie with her and her friend, and it was
the most fun I think I've ever had watching a depressing movie.
Dave let me lead Broadsword class in a completely ridiculous salute.
My heart is smiling.
I managed to score tickets to opening night of Hugh Jackman's show at the Curran Theatre tonight. DELIGHTFUL!!! My friend Michael joined me and it was so much fun!!
I'm not sure if my favorite part was watching Hugh change his pants on stage after he split them doing weird karate kicks in one of his opening songs, his dialog with the 7 year old girl in the front row, watching him shake his ass with the older gentleman who said he was a Broadway fan, or the revival of his first audition piece... his singing, dancing, stories, full orchestra (!), silly mishaps... the whole show was amazing!!! Richard Marx joined him on stage at the end of the night and they sang a duet to Right Here Waiting... *sigh*
As we drove across the Bay, Michael and I agreed that part of Hugh's allure is his ability to be campy... but, after giving it more thought, I think it's more of a true authenticity that brings out his charm. He sang the Lion King song with just as much heart and enthusiasm as when he sang As Time Goes By, and then he danced around the stage in a beaded shirt tied at the waist!
Wow, what a handsome and enchanting man...
The table to my left is talking about Trump running for president - the one to my right about Osama's death.
I'm sitting with my favorite pasta dish after a beautiful weekend - looking across the estuary thinking of nuclear war, the celebration of death, the joke of politics...
Linguine con funghi - exactly what I wanted. The bread with oil and vinegar, shredded garlic and parmesan, truly couldn't be more tasty. The view here is one of my favorites...
"Ya know, Circus o'ley is Canadian. (!)" A woman from the left says. The conversation continues accompanied by the hallow sound of a trumpet trickling through the PA.
I feel like I could cry...
Andy's birthday party. :)
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The Mass and Lower Forty Eight.
I still have the playlist from the first Mass show ever played in San Francisco... It was the one thing I couldn't part with the year I gave Matt a collection of reviews and other Mass related things I had accumulated over the years. The show was at the Attic with Good for Cows - March of 2001. It was a Sunday. The guys had a jar full of ear plugs for the audience that night, and were tame in the photos I took of them.
The first time the Mass played with Lower Forty Eight was for an LFE CD release show in an upstairs...gallery? Phil had seen them play and invited them to open. Andy and Ian were in suits that night, and Andy's guitar playing was aMAZing! After the show, I told Matt that I really liked the Forty Eight Feet people. Matt had a knack for translating my butchering of band names. "You mean Lower Forty Eight?"
My favorite shows were: the night they played 12 Galaxies after their tour, the BoTH CD release show, the Halloween show at Matthew's warehouse, Toxic Beach, and the Golden Bull show after their last tour.
I miss going to see these bands - late nights, smack talk, cigarettes, venues covered in stickers and sweat...
Up until their first tour, I could count the Mass shows that I had missed on one hand.
There's something about being backstage that I love... wait, change that to being anywhere near a stage.... :)
I just love being in the theater.
Last week I shadowed my favorite lighting designer friend for the Destiny Arts show, this week I'm volunteering with the stage manager and the prop master at a Z Space show, and next weekend I'll be putting up a show I am co-producing in an underground warehouse space. I'm working on what I want my focus to be in this industry, and doing anything anyone will let me until I figure it out. :)
In the meantime, I'm meeting talented people, learning a ton, and seeing some incredible shows! These last two shows have been remarkably powerful. The Destiny show gives inner city kids a voice and a place to express themselves and impact their communities for positive change, and Sins Invalid is an amazing look at people with disabilities and their unsurpassing beauty.
I saw this on an empty newspaper dispencer on a walk in Oakland. My friend, Kelvin, said it reads, "I have a name..."
The whole nature versus nurture thing has been creeping up on me lately - how maybe my history is right in front of me all of the time...I just have to look in the mirror and pay attention.
I don't want to find my biological parents (which is the answer to the question you're about to ask). I have a great family and, as I said to a friend the other night - I don't think I want to know the tragic story, or the glamorous life I'm maybe missing out on, or the parents who just didn't want me. ...but I do think about what about them I carry around with me everyday...
I watched The Kids Are All Right - a film about a lesbian couple who both have a child from the same sperm donor. In the film, when one of the kids turns 18 they decide to connect with their biological father. The "bank" makes the connection...and on the story goes... Eventually, the moms meet the donor as well. I don't want to give it away - but, there is a moment in the film where one of the moms says to the donor, "I just keep seeing my kid's expressions in your face."
... could that be real ... ?