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  1. Unbridled – Part I

    06.14.2010 by Shannon

    So it seems that 29 is the lucky age where I get to become acutely aware of this whole “age” business — or, rather, the “stage of life” I’m in — or, rather, “should” [?] be in.

    That is to say, I have been attending a shit-load of weddings and baby showers. (more…)


  2. Every Day Should Be Sunday

    06.11.2010 by Shannon

    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   ]


  3. In a Pickle

    06.03.2010 by Shannon

    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 I added butter and coconut oil.

    I think it’s time to go to the grocery store.


  4. Why

    06.01.2010 by Shannon

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


  5. Updating Performance Site

    05.25.2010 by Shannon

    Link–>here.

    [Critique on design or layout (or copy) heartily welcomed.]


  6. Letter to Self

    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:

    (more…)


  7. The Shakeout

    05.23.2010 by Shannon

    Universe and I hugged it out.


  8. Balls of Steel

    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.


  9. Freewrite – Theme: “What?!”

    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.”


  10. And You Thought Stress Was Bad

    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!


  11. Drool

    05.10.2010 by Shannon


  12. Strangely Addictive Behavior

    05.06.2010 by Shannon

    Thanks to those who came out and made up a spectacular crowd for our first improv bash! We has a great time making you laugh! Hopefully photos soon.


  13. Self Improv-ment

    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


  14. Steps Toward Becoming Useful

    05.04.2010 by Shannon

    The usefulness of a cup is in its emptiness. -Chinese proverb


  15. Oh, Monkey

    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…


  16. [_________]

    05.02.2010 by Shannon

    [_______________]


  17. Past Lives

    04.28.2010 by Shannon

    Focus, self-mastery, skill, duty, honor, death before disgrace, Devotion, Shame, regret, atonement, Right Intention, integrity, Temperance, faith, balance, compassion, Forgiveness… Self-immolation, joy, Freedom… Contribution.


  18. Media Blackout

    04.25.2010 by Shannon

    Taking a media break. No posts for the weekend.


  19. Yes

    04.22.2010 by Shannon

    It will happen.

    (It already has)


  20. Turning In

    04.21.2010 by Shannon