One of my biggest fears is
that I’ll get a Phone Call From Home in the Middle of the Night when I’m too
far away to do anything about it and once again I’ll be angry that we still
don’t have Star Trek transporter
technology; and disgusted that we invest more time and money in restricting
human movement then in facilitating it.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Thursday, January 22, 2015
A Day in the Life of a Standup Comic: Just Writing
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PHOTO BY JAMARI |
One day when I was waiting for the subway, a young
woman with an expensive camera introduced herself as a Columbia University
graduate student in its photojournalism program and asked permission to take my
picture. If it was a scam – and I always think everything’s a scam – it sounded
like a good one so I said, yes. When my train came and we were about to part
ways I gave her my business card hoping she’d send me one of the pictures but equally
sure I’d never hear from her again. But she emailed me that night and asked if
I would be the subject of her day-in-the-life class project. Again, I said,
yes.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
A Year Without A Dog
“If this is love I do not want it. Take it from me.
Why does it hurt so?”
“Because it was real.”
The Hobbit
We lost our dog, Rolie, last January 2nd.
Everyone says it’s hard to lose a pet because their love is unconditional.
That’s a nice sentiment but they clearly didn’t know my, Rolie. His Doggie
Daddy often said, “Rolie has more personality than most people.” So true. His
Lordship was moody, surly; and love – as he doled it out – was completely
conditional and on his terms. This was puzzling since he had terrible
separation anxiety and followed us around everywhere, but got annoyed when we
did the same to him. When he felt crowded and wanted his space he’d up and leave
– sometimes mid-tummy rub. And we were to consider ourselves dismissed.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
There is No Spoon: A Pre-Christmas Story
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One of the most well-known scenes
from the Matrix is when Neo is told,
“There is no spoon.” We can while away an afternoon discussing what that
means, but the gist of it is: reality is not what it seems. A recent mind-bender
for me was opening my silverware drawer and seeing that indeed, there were no
spoons. Where the hell did all my spoons go?
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Life in the NYC Slow Lane
The 25 Miles Per Hour Speed Limit is Killing Me
I am a Native New Yorker. That’s not a typo. It should
to be capitalized. It’s not pride in an accident of birth but it’s staying here
long after many friends and family members have pulled up stakes and moved to
more hospitable climes. I survived 9/11, the mortgage meltdown, and a nanny
mayor who would be king. I survived a house fire, Hurricane Sandy, and the
Polar Vortex. But New York City’s 25 miles per hour speed limit has got me
thinking about packing my bags.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Returning to My Theatre Roots
Before I did stand-up comedy I did theatre. Being
in the wrong place at the right time landed me the role of Lola Le’Dare, Hot
Box Girl, in a college production of Guys
and Dolls. It was my first time acting on stage and by first time I mean we
are going to completely overlook my Kindergarten stint as Mother Goose.
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