Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

Number one word to describe tonight: fun. For such a flat-footed, sallow little three-letter word, it sure encapsulates the intoxication I experienced from 7:05pm-7:55pm. Fun. Fun, fun, fun. Fun! In the parlance of the Internet, let me capitalize to indicate increased volume: IT WAS FUCKING FUN.

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You can laugh at this guy, but he’s on to something.

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§1112 · July 5, 2010 · Brands/Trends, Daily1 · 1 comment ·


So today I got pulled over by a cop. We both played out the scripted roles. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” “I do.” “And why’s that?” “I was going too fast.” “Yes, yes you were. Are you heading home?” “No, I’m on my way to my teacher’s performance.” “And you’re in a […]

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§1101 · July 3, 2010 · Daily1, Narrative, Over in Oakland · (No comments) ·


Why is it that we get exactly what we need? How can it be that what we want most in the world is given? That that for which we have such longing, such deepest magnetic draw, is that which the universe wants for us? All is given, that is, with a little patience. I am […]

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§1098 · July 2, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland · (No comments) ·


Showed up for an “extra” off-the-schedule class at Pan that our stand-in teacher D. offered to teach while A. is away in Ireland. Only three showed, but what a class. Such learning. D. is really showing us some of the guts of improv, and how certain choices can yield different results. “Follow the fear!” He […]

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§1095 · July 1, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland, Performance · (No comments) · Tags: , , , ,


Best class yet. Moving in spontaneous outbursts and combustion-ing skills, no thought (the mind was gone because I had to focus on the musicality, see?), her shrieking at EXACTLY THE RIGHT TIME when she turned around and interrupted me. Four people standing and swinging like doors on greasy hinges — “try contrasting the energy!” — […]

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§1087 · June 30, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland, Performance · (No comments) ·


There is no stopping it. The light continues to bleed. It breaks open in an endless run, yoke to sun. There will only be more light. We are essentially alone. Reaching up up up

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§1086 · June 29, 2010 · Daily1, Narrative, Over in Oakland, San Francisco glory · (No comments) · Tags: , , ,


I am slowly dissolving, and you will bear witness.

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§1084 · June 28, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland · (No comments) ·


Added my last four year’s of Year-in-Reviews / New Year Letters to its own dedicated page.

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June 24, 2010 – Stream-of-consciousness Freewrite What you had, and what you lost. Thunder only happens when it’s raining; players only love you when you’re playing. Women, they will come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean you’ll know. Thanks, Stevie. I. and I do a soft breakup (like a restaurant’s soft […]

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Done

Done, and done. [updated, three seconds later:] Done waiting on other people when I can do it myself, done listening to other people when I know myself, and done expecting other people own my happiness when I am responsible to only myself.

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§1041 · June 21, 2010 · Daily1 · (No comments) ·


ENFJ

I’m in Pheonix, fat-full of veggie fajitas and margaritas. Bloated and sore and ready for more. Yard-saled and spent, purging like lent. A deep whoozy, no floozy, no jacuzzi, but a doozy– 100* or higher, first-buyer, night-flyer, snooze-glider, all-nighter, crossed wires, deep sigher. My dearest K. is shifting, and I’m shifting, too. My twin sister […]

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§1040 · June 19, 2010 · Daily1 · (No comments) ·


There are times, and then there are other times, where you wonder where you put those original times, where you were planning on thinking of future times. I have set most of my FB privacy setting to “only I can see.” It makes me feel like I have a face that only shows up when […]

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§1038 · June 16, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland · (No comments) ·


And thus, shall we make a Day of Rest for all of our days. Plans for this weekend:  [    n o t h i n g  n e s s   ]

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§1032 · June 11, 2010 · Daily1, Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) · Tags: , ,


Got home late after improv class, tired and hungry. Usually, I don’t like eating late, but I was ravenous. To my unluck, the fridge was empty, save for the basics. So for dinner I made a mustard, mayo, curry, worcestershire and pickle sandwhich. But I could tell My Brain was STARVING for good fats, so […]

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§1031 · June 3, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland · 1 comment ·


Why

Why is it that I can only stay happy three days in a row? Ah, that’s right, Memorial Day ended…

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§1029 · June 1, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland · (No comments) ·


I sit down to a ginger-salmon spinach and micro-greens salad (“it’s amazing what happens when you actually cook, rather than graze,” I say to myself). As I am flipping through my journal searching for the next blank page, the notebook flaps open to a letter:

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§1017 · May 24, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland · (No comments) · Tags: , , ,


Universe and I hugged it out.

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§1013 · May 23, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland · (No comments) ·


Universe is kicking me in the nads. I take this as a direct challenge to grow balls of steel. (Metaphorically, of course.) THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY! The Time: Now The Arena: Here The Opponent: Self, Universe The Objective: Keep breathing, keep sane The Method: “Oh, Snail! Climb Mt. Fuji. But slowly, slowly”  –Issa The […]

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§1007 · May 17, 2010 · Daily1, Over in Oakland · 1 comment ·


“What?!” I said, total disbelief splattered across my face. “How in the hell are you going to explain this–?” I glided my hand across and over the sloppyness below. God just looked at me, slightly embarrassed. “Well…?” I provoked. “Just try and tell me how the fuck you came up this.” I was trying to […]

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