There was a “green room” in the theater at the San Francisco Fringe Festival. It was open to anyone who wanted to hang out there, but it was really a place for the artists, volunteers and staff to kick back, grab a snack, and shoot the shit. I flitted in and out, mostly to get water. And every time, I’d glance over at the Art Table. It was colorful and shiny and messy — overflowing with watercolors, markers, glue, scissors. Once there was a woman sitting there, making some
I’ve been keeping this list. I call it “The Big List of Trying.” It started as a reflection about my life as I near the half century mark. I guess I'm trying to quantify the sheer number of weird, wild, and whimsical experiences I’ve collected. I was curious about what's made me curious over the years. So I've captured things that I've done in the service of satisfying that curiosity - or in somehow advancing me on my quest for self improvement. The list is long, and I’m sure
I’ve been traveling around with my show, meeting new people, and sometimes getting reacquainted with old friends. The thing I hear most often from those old friends is “You’re EXACTLY the same as I remember you! You haven’t changed a bit!” My internal gut response is: Oh, god. I hope that’s not true. I hope I’ve changed. I turned 49 a couple of weeks ago. As I enter my 50th year I can’t help but reflect on the person I’ve become. White spiders. I was a really cute little kid.
This summer has been a whirlwind of travel, performance, and day-job drama. I’ve been on 33 flights this year and, if I’m being conservative, there are about half a dozen more to come. I’m full of Airport Candy (SM) and my body feels like I’ve been sleeping in a wheelbarrow. However, there are major upsides to the Airport Candy/Wheelbarrow plan. I’m performing my solo show, That’s Not How It Happened, all over the place. That’s amazing and I will definitely be reflecting on t
I love the start of a new month. It fills me with hope. New notebooks, promises of getting back on the wagon with workouts, meditation, productivity, [insert your thing here.] There’s an inherent clean slate, fresh start feeling in a new month — a SuperMonday, a New Year’s Lite. But if all this motivation is a tool, it’s also a weapon. Something I can use to beat the shit out of myself when I over-commit to perfecting my life and inevitably fall short of my own unreasonable