||[Aug. 8th, 2005|02:01 pm]
In the spirit of making my journal marginally more interesting, I think I'm going to start posting more traditional journaly type stuff. Thoughts, feelings, ennui, bad poetry, etc. In the spirit of not trying to garner sympathy, I will probably turn off comments for the really pathetic stuff.
Just warning you.
Here's a sample of the kind of junk you can expect-
I don't take failure very well. You'd think after months and months of improv it'd slide off my back like water on teflon-coated khakis, but no.
Uhh, obviously I'm going to have to work up to it.
In other news, has anyone seen my digital still camera? I miss it so. It's not in the arms of the futon, nor in the electronics drawer, nor in the car.
Sorry, I should've have clarified, and will after this comment. I meant my digital still camera, not my video camera.
Failure is all part of the scientific method. It isn't wrong, it merely means that you adapt your hypothesis or experiment.
That old Illinois Rail-Splitter, Abe Lincoln, lost like four elections and failed at like 3 businesses, despite having taught himself to read in a log cabin that he built himself and was later born in. But did he give up after fighting in the Black Hawk War? Hell, no! He said "We can do better than that!" and went on to become a co-founder of the most civil of all wars, the Civil War. And that's why, to this day, his visage lies face down and rusting in puddles on forgotten pennies in shopping center parking lots across the great nation, a nation he built himself and later co-wrote a play with his cousin about.
The moral is: Don't give up. Hang in there and someday someone may deface a mountain for you, too.
another moral of that story is:
"don't worry, eventually a historian will declare you gay"
I think the occasional feeling of "failure" keeps a person on their toes, though of course you shouldn't beat yourself up over it. You always have the next show to prove or re-prove yourself to the audience, fellow improvisers, (or you).
The more bad poetry, the better.
You get blue like everyone
But me and Grandpa Joe
Can make your troubles go away
Blow away, there they go...
Cheer up, Charlie
Give me a smile
What happened to the smile I used to know
Don't you know your grin has always
Been my sunshine;
Let that sunshine show...
Come on, Charlie
No need to frown
Deep down you know tomorrow is your toy...