Here We Go
Sorry about involuntarily disabling comments for that last post.
In other news, I've been taking improv classes here in New York at the Upright Citizen's Brigade Theatre for about seven weeks. UCB has nightly hilarious sketch and improv shows which I attend at least once or twice a week. It is something I have never had before to just go and see amazing performers after work all week. Amazing performers.
I am stuck in this bleary state where I want nothing more than to be on stage, but envisioning the large chasm that exists between where I am now and where all of these great performers are is so daunting! It's like that big ravine that Indiana Jones is blue-screened over in Temple of Doom or any of those other Indiana Jones movies where there's a huge chasm and we don't know what he'll do next.
Oh! Oh! This is turning into a better analogy than I thought. Because here's the thing, I know I have the potential to really knock em dead up there. I've been doing improv for over two years now and loved every minute of it and have received a lot of motivation from performers who I respect intensely. So I know I can get there. It is just this what seems to be completely empty space in New York where I can't imagine that I'll ever get to be on that stage and having a good show. The last show I did was in Olympia, WA and it was my best show to date. I yearn for it again and can taste that feeling of numb energy blinding me as I'm standing in front of a bunch of skeptical Olympia kids who would rather be at a show in a nasty basement in which some dude is twanging on a nylon stringed guitar he found in the living room of the house who's couch he's crashing on with a goddamn fork, and he's closing his eyes and feeling the adoration of ten greasy kids who are disappointed again with another ill-prepared spectacle of megalomania.
Anyway! I yearn for that feeling to be in front of that skeptical audience and then see them all start to smile and then start to laugh and then bust their britches and then fall on the floor next to their seat. All because of something a stupid character in me said.
Back to the amazing analogy. Remember in the search for the grail Indiana Jones where he gets through a bunch of obstacles and then comes to the great chasm? Then he gets this amazing idea to throw gravel into the chasm and it lands on an invisible flat surface that will safely guide him across!? Right? Are you seeing how great this analogy is yet? So the thing is that I'm Indie and I'm trying to get that holy grail right? That holy grail that is my pride and my happiness and fulfillment and I think that I've got so much shit to go through right? But the only obstacle is my own blindness to how easy it will be. So, let's plug this into reality why don't we?
Okay reader. Let's get serious here. I promise. I promise to do a show within the next seven days. Don't ask me how. Just know it will happen. And know that I will give you the details. I love you all. Thank you for your support.
In other news, I've been taking improv classes here in New York at the Upright Citizen's Brigade Theatre for about seven weeks. UCB has nightly hilarious sketch and improv shows which I attend at least once or twice a week. It is something I have never had before to just go and see amazing performers after work all week. Amazing performers.
I am stuck in this bleary state where I want nothing more than to be on stage, but envisioning the large chasm that exists between where I am now and where all of these great performers are is so daunting! It's like that big ravine that Indiana Jones is blue-screened over in Temple of Doom or any of those other Indiana Jones movies where there's a huge chasm and we don't know what he'll do next.
Oh! Oh! This is turning into a better analogy than I thought. Because here's the thing, I know I have the potential to really knock em dead up there. I've been doing improv for over two years now and loved every minute of it and have received a lot of motivation from performers who I respect intensely. So I know I can get there. It is just this what seems to be completely empty space in New York where I can't imagine that I'll ever get to be on that stage and having a good show. The last show I did was in Olympia, WA and it was my best show to date. I yearn for it again and can taste that feeling of numb energy blinding me as I'm standing in front of a bunch of skeptical Olympia kids who would rather be at a show in a nasty basement in which some dude is twanging on a nylon stringed guitar he found in the living room of the house who's couch he's crashing on with a goddamn fork, and he's closing his eyes and feeling the adoration of ten greasy kids who are disappointed again with another ill-prepared spectacle of megalomania.
Anyway! I yearn for that feeling to be in front of that skeptical audience and then see them all start to smile and then start to laugh and then bust their britches and then fall on the floor next to their seat. All because of something a stupid character in me said.
Back to the amazing analogy. Remember in the search for the grail Indiana Jones where he gets through a bunch of obstacles and then comes to the great chasm? Then he gets this amazing idea to throw gravel into the chasm and it lands on an invisible flat surface that will safely guide him across!? Right? Are you seeing how great this analogy is yet? So the thing is that I'm Indie and I'm trying to get that holy grail right? That holy grail that is my pride and my happiness and fulfillment and I think that I've got so much shit to go through right? But the only obstacle is my own blindness to how easy it will be. So, let's plug this into reality why don't we?
Okay reader. Let's get serious here. I promise. I promise to do a show within the next seven days. Don't ask me how. Just know it will happen. And know that I will give you the details. I love you all. Thank you for your support.
posted by Kelly Q E at 11:47 AM
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Do it, Kelly. DO IT!!
Oh. I just figured out that I don't have to be anonymous just because I don't blog. Here it is again:
Do it, Kelly. DO IT!
so remember the bookacrinthins toilet paper back in 'nam.
Here's the thing about chasms - before when you couldn't jump so far they were too far. later when you can't jump so far any more, it gets too far again. So jump now!
freddy ag'in - i'm eating leftover catfish siam - sautee catfish in olive oil 'til brown. Mix together 1 TBS red curry paste, 1/2 can coconut milk, 1/4 cup soy sauce and pour this over catfish. Cover, simmer; chop cilantro and put on as the simmering ends. This made carole sick, but she thinks it's because she hadn't eaten anything earlier
anagin
forgot the ginger and the garlic in the pan before sauteing catfish.
want to have dinner sometime?
hee hee hee
even though we're what, two tousand some miles away from each other?
nice site, I enjoyed it this evening, thanks for the mention a few days ago. It takes me awhile to remember to go notice those backlinks.
hudson,
sometimes i get all liquid inside thinking about 'proving with you cats in olympia. and i miss it, too, but not as much as i'm fucking terrified of it. i'm sure the same horror that indiana felt when walking past all of the decapitated and delimbed skeletons during the first obstacle.
but i think you're well past the first obstacle. and curious about your show. what time? maybe i'll fly to new york for it.
nbd
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