Link–>here.
[Critique on design or layout (or copy) heartily welcomed.]
05.25.2010 by Shannon
Link–>here.
[Critique on design or layout (or copy) heartily welcomed.]
Category Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
05.24.2010 by Shannon
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:
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: desire,letter to self,process,product | No Comments
05.23.2010 by Shannon
Universe and I hugged it out.
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
05.17.2010 by Shannon
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 Challenges: Work overload with heightened bomb-dropped deadline, broken heart, mixed depression with anxiety, lack of sleep, nightmares, stomach flu, radiator-less, soul-ripping therapy sessions on lifehood traumas, no food in kitchen except frozen bread, soy sauce, ghee, canned salmon.
Weapons of Choice: Meditation, work from home, kick-ass view, naps, bottomless cup o’ mint tea, fuzzy socks, hot baths, copious amounts of butter, toast, 4 layers of clothing + 0-degree REI sleeping bag, acupuncture, creative determination, gratitude, friends, call Mom.
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | 1 Comment
05.12.2010 by Shannon
“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 be gentle. I really was. But God had gone and done it again.
“How am I going to handle this one? How the fuck did I end up being reborn?!”
“I didn’t know it was going to be so… permanent.” God said, wincing. “It was just going to be a little love experiment — break me up into pieces, all loving each, each-to-all, and then add some pretty colors & fragrances & animals & experiences & stuff, and…” Suddenly God broke off crying.
The Mouth of God flung open like a yawning cave, 10-thousand furlongs wide and full of empty eternity. Tears crashed oceans. All of existence tumbled out, Bahagavad Gita-like.
“I didn’t mean to hurt nobody! ” God sputtered through sobs. “I just wanted to- to- play!”
Now I felt like a douche.
I reached for The Shoulder of God and touched it, gently. God flinched, at first, but then relaxed into my hand. We both breathed wide-lungs. I let a beat go by.
I softened my voice to a whisper. “I know you had good intentions. And I’m sorry I yelled. It’s just… you might have thought you were playing, but now I — we — have to live this. There’s so much suffering you spilled all over the Goddam place — (sorry) — and you made quite a mess.” God looked up. I sighed. And smiled.
“Here, here, darling — let me help you clean it up.”
Category Daily1, Narrative, Over in Oakland | Tags: Bahagavad Gita,freewrite,God,life is a mess,what?! | No Comments
05.11.2010 by Shannon
I am so physically, emotionally, mentally, creatively and work-ly exhausted, that I have no choice tonight but to relax.
See! The upside to stress!
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: positive side of stress,relaxation,stress | No Comments
05.05.2010 by Shannon
My Improv Troupe — named “Strangely Addictive Behavior” — is doing its first performances this Thursday & Saturday. We are a Level I doing short form, mainly improv games. Come support us!
Thursday May 6, 8pm. $5
Saturday May 8, 7pm. $10
Pan Theater
2135 Broadway
Oakland, CA 94612
(415) 261-1641
Category Announcements, Over in Oakland, Performance | Tags: | No Comments
05.03.2010 by Shannon
Your head is full of bananas! But your heart? Full of gold.
Let it swing, baby, let it all swing…
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
05.02.2010 by Shannon
[_______________]
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
04.25.2010 by Shannon
Taking a media break. No posts for the weekend.
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
04.22.2010 by Shannon
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
04.21.2010 by Shannon
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
04.20.2010 by Shannon
27 minutes past my self-imposed bedtime (welcome to the life of a hypomanic-proclivitist*[1]) and I am keying-out some creative word-show. (more…)
Category Daily1, Narrative, Over in Oakland | Tags: adverb,bedtime,daily creative effort,life-artist,To Dos | No Comments
04.19.2010 by Shannon
“Life may be a series of Good-byes,” I am reminded, “but is it not, also, a series of Hellos?”
Touche’.
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | 1 Comment
04.18.2010 by Shannon
…a series of good-byes.
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
04.15.2010 by Shannon
Funny how the volume and frequency of the negative voices in my head are inversely proportional to the number of hours of sleep I get a night.
Tonight: very-very loud.
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
04.14.2010 by Shannon
All in a day’s work.*
(ergo, the uber-short posts of late. Starting to feel more like a Twitter account than a blog…)
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
04.13.2010 by Shannon
I want to devote my life to writing, acting, collaborating, exploring, developing craft for, and all around evaporating my soul into theater–
Can I, God, pretty pretty please?
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland, Performance | Tags: | No Comments
04.12.2010 by Shannon
Why is it 7:35 and I’m already in bed?
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments
04.09.2010 by Shannon
To stare your karma directly in the face, and then tell it “boo” — not an easy thing. To look deep into the lake and see rock scum, plastic bottles, toxic sludge, and a dead rat — difficult to stomach. To take a leap of faith in donning new skin never before revealed to air — makes me want to vomit.
But when you see the universe nodding its head in silent approval, and your gut sing with the new-found authority of Self — you know there is no going back. We must peel back the layers and hope something lovable remains after the layers are gone.
What courage it takes to remove our golden handcuffs! What strength it takes to bear the weightlessness once they’re gone!
Category Daily1, Over in Oakland | Tags: | No Comments