Month: June 2011

  • flashback

    me and tracy

    My roommate Tracy and me at our Christmas party in 1991. That’s a bold blond bob wig atop Tracy’s copper tresses. She made the hat I am wearing. That black dress now lives in my costume box.

    We lived in a flat above a Chinese restaurant and the living room (where this picture was taken) always vibrated slightly from the exhaust fan downstairs.

    At this party I remember a whole lot of Irishmen, a cake in the shape of a surfer riding a curl, a broken window and lots of blood.

    I remember these as creative, confusing, monumental and hilarious times.

    My first love and I had broken up a month or so before the holidays and at this point I still wasn’t sure I wasn’t going to die of a broken heart.

    But oh, I still still managed to have a lot of fun.

  • shoe luck 2

    buy one pair, get two pairs FREE

    After the last shoe score, I was hoping I could break myself out of the habit of the idiotic platform flipflops to which I keep defaulting to wearing.

    But no. Still haven’t rehabbed. So, off I went to the constant, ongoing megasale over at a local store downtown — buy one pair, get TWO PAIRS FOR FREE. How can I resist?

    The flats at left will hopefully be the more chic go-to summer shoes. The navy canvas wedges at right are shocking comfy; I hope that they will also be a regular shoe. And the silver ones? Well, they’re silver shoes!

    Okay. After I spend my Groupon at yet another shoe store, I will be done buying shoes for the summer. I promise.

    I just lied.

     

  • so how was the festival, anyway?

    Improvisers

    I’ve talked about getting ready for it, my cold during it, the popularly of the Big Ugly Glasses throughout it. But how was the festival itself, doofus?

    Great. Intense. Dense. Freeing/frustrating.

    The focus was on the concept of “The Fool” and how it relates to improv. We delved into Shakespeares’ fools as well as clowns and kind of a larger, fool’s-eye view. Our fantastic teachers:

    • Kelly Kitchens — powerhouse Seattle area actor, director, and Shakespeare expert
    • Paul Del Bene — clown, dancer, performer
    • Randy Dixon — director of Unexpected Productions, Seattle

    I’m still absorbing and trying to strategize on how to bring this into my group. There are so many things to think about!

    My fellow festival attendees said some good things on Facebook and elsewhere…

    Graham weighs in with an excellent essay that explores The Fool’s role as advisor and as connection to the audience.

    From Facebook (thanks, friends, for all your great input!):

    This is something I got from our group discussions more than focusing on ‘the Fool’, but the biggest short-term thing I’ve noticed is the power of stopping to breathe in the middle of a scene where nobody is… and trying to make offers that encourage everyone to do so. It seems simple, and I’ve heard it before, but I think maybe I’d never focused on it as much as I felt encouraged to after the festival.

    Being aware is a big step in the right direction in getting or actually letting the audience be more involved in what we do. There are so many aspects to it like really taking their suggestion and honoring it. Showing them you can be trusted and that you are loyal to them as well as you will go further if they trust you and you trust them. So from here I will start to play around with this and see where and how far we can go. I will mess around with new openings that aren’t just the standard “whose seen improv before?”

    If we’re today’s fools, is the audience our king? Shall we tell them things, which other people would be killed for? Let’s cross borders. Let’s play.

    I’m seeing The Fool everywhere. I saw Shelley Berman this past weekend — old school comedian and one of the original members of the Compass (improv group that turned into Second City). He spoke on the history of comedy; when he talked about the evolution of street theatre, he touched on the idea that comedy brought comfort to those living in dangerous times. Comedians took on the danger of life, of authority, of war — examined and presented it back to the masses. This, in effect, made the dangerous issue “safe” — or at least approachable, less overwhelming. One of the aspects of The Fool’s job!

  • russian hands

    I went to the Museum of Ventura County recently; it only took me 10 months to check it out in their new digs. It’s very very nice. I feel a burst of civic pride, something I rarely got in SF. Sorry SF, but your mishandling of any large civic structure? Oy.

    I had sort of forgotten about the George Stuart Historial Figures© until I walked in the gallery. Then I suddenly remembered being batshit obsessed with them when I was a kid. They are remarkable, detailed and tiny. They get changed out regularly. I was a little bored when the calendar said they were displaying historical figures of Czarist Russia, but I changed my mind fast.

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    Well hellew, Anna Ivanovna, Empress of Russia from 1730 to 1740! Empress Elizabeth I over there is not amused. You have got to read about Anna here and here. Just one of the many, many fun facts:

    Finding delight in humiliating old nobility, she arranged the marriage of old Prince Galitzine. The couple were presented with a fleet of carriages, each pulled by a different farm animal. The couple had to ride an elephant. Anna dressed them as clowns, and had them spend their wedding night naked in a specially constructed ice palace during the exceptionally harsh winter of 1739–40.

    Prince Potemkin

    Then we have Prince Potemkin:

    … arrogant, demanding of his courtiers and very changeable in his moods but also fascinating, warm and kind. It was generally agreed among his female companions that Potemkin that he was “amply endowed with ‘sex appeal’”. Louis Philippe, comte de Ségur described him as “colossal like Russia”, “an inconceivable mixture of grandeur and pettiness, laziness and activity, bravery and timidity, ambition and insouciance”.

    Hubba hubba!

    Rasputin

    And then we have Rasputin. The myth, the man. What was really up with him? Did you know that his daughter emigrated to the US, became a tiger trainer, and died in 1977?

    I love Wikipedia!

    Lenin Stalin

    And then there are these losers. I do admit I love the tiny cigarette.

  • man, you are a boy now

    It’s 3am Sunday morning and I have a full day ahead of me, after I try to catch some sleep.

    This is going to be the blog post for the day.

    Oh, and the manfriend has now become the boyfriend. He’s snoring next to me and I’m about to join him. Good night!

  • gentle, oh so gentle humor

    i can't help it

    I opened up an actual newspaper recently, first time in ages. Obits, local news, then comics.

    I laughed out loud at this Beetle Bailey cartoon. Is that wrong?

    Cookie has a cupcake on his head!

  • a plague upon my house

    My co-star on my trip to the International Improv Fest in Seattle last week was my cold, my endless cold. I was so ill. I had hoped, obviously, that I would be more out of the woods before I left. Little did I know this would be a 3 week+ rhinovirus odyssey.

    Things for which I am grateful:

    • Leona, a Seattle improviser and registered nurse, who kept an eye on me (and my mucus!) during my trip
    • My roommates, all five of them, who were forced to share a tiny, be-bunk-bedded hostel room with my virus. They were kind and gracious despite all those nights of my snuffling/schnorfling/moaning/pleading with the powers that be
    • The attendees of the festival at large, who put up with the daytime version of my discomfort (different but equally disruptive)
    • Masako, who brought me a cup of tea just when I really, really needed it; and Jonathan, who gifted me with a bottle of Vitamin C
    • The sinus rinse system that I purchased while up there; sort of a power washer version of a neti pot
    • My wonderful, beautiful friend Cloudy, who braved the germs and ate a fabulous meal with me and watched me stumble around on stage. I needed her!

    Even though it was a trial, I had a great time. I had to sit out some events, which was disappointing, but I took on a much more observant role that I normally do. I may have learned more than I would have, if I had been fully able to talk and to blab and to fully indulge my short attention span.

    When I came back, my Elderly Relative came down with it. We are a matching duo, with our froggy voices and perpetually running noses.

  • my double vision always seems to get the best of me

    I finally shambled on over for an eye exam, after a couple years of eye neglect. I had not been looking forward to it, because, in addition to my near-sightedness, I have been increasingly in need of reading glasses. Ah, age.

    I have been trying to have fun with the whole reading glasses thing — finding the silliest glasses I could find at the dollar store. In fact, my Big Ugly Glasses became the star of the show when I was in Seattle.

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    So. My eye exam lasted 20 minutes, and suddenly I was fitted for multi-focal contact lenses. Boom, I could totally see — close up, far away, everything. Comfortable, affordable, disposable. No weirdness at all. I have no idea how they work, but I am not questioning it. I can see. I can see!!

    I’ll miss the Big Ugly glasses in fashion only.

    fun with my big ugly reading glasses

    [photos by the talented Luke Chmura]

  • strike one and two

    horrible name, disney font

    Horrible name.

    And in the Disney font. Please don’t use the Disney font.

    Unfortunately, your sushi is really good.

    A recent experience at this restaurant, related on Facebook:

    Becky: Sharing the restaurant with “Tammy,” drunkest sushi-eating lady on the planet. Perhaps she was attracted to the “aholic” in the restaurant’s name.

    Roger: Tammy’s motto must be “Sake to me, baby!”

    Becky: I’m bracing for her to shout that (next, after she’s done shouting a out whatever shes shouting about now)

    Ellen: I hear the cottonwoods whisperin’ above,
    “Tammy … Tammy …
    Tammy’s in love”

    Elise: Say hi to her for me!!

    Becky: I left just as our Tammy was asking all the sushi chefs “any of you single????? You are cute!!!” the waitstaff was prolonging the delivery of her next drink order as long as they could.

  • sum sum summertime

    My favorite solstice memory.

    In 2009, I was at the International Improv Fest in Seattle. We had our last show on Saturday the 20th of June. It was an extraordinary evening; the connection I felt to my friends and fellow improvisers was magical. After the show, we hung out at the theatre and ate and talked and drank and refused to break up the party. Finally, at about 4:30am, my friends Trenton, Masako and I headed back to the hostel, which was only a block away. Trenton (from California) is very tall and often loud; Masako (from Japan) is small and often quiet — however, that’s due to the language barrier more than her natural self.

    As we headed up the sidewalk, we noticed it was already starting to get light (Washington is way up to the north). Somebody realized, now that it was the 21st, that it was the Solstice. Trenton immediately started dancing and twirling in the best hippie-celebrating-Mother-Earth style. He started charging up the street, shouting “let’s get naked!” Masako and I ran after him, laughing hysterically and joining him in the dancing and twirling.

    Snap went my mental camera. I will never forget the picture of us of laughing and dancing, running through the lightening dark.