This & That

When you're feeling like this:



It's best to dance to that:



Kick Drum.

Hands

Eyes are the window to the soul.

Perhaps. 

Better?

Your hands are my window to your soul.

I’m obsessed with hands; Their shape; Their texture; Their size; Their feeling.

The meanings we intuit from these things are often silly and sometimes unfounded.  It’s just a sign or a help along or a wistful thought. 

A lingered touch; a firm shake; a first hand hold complete with nuanced smiles and side glances.

Strong and powerful, gentle and soft.

Hands. 

I am obsessed with hands.

Day of Days

In the extreme, Day of Days is the point in an Improv scene where your so-called shit hits the proverbial fan.  It’s your bomb drop, your ‘this is not your baby’, your ‘I don’t love you anymore’, your ‘I poisoned those cupcakes’.  The audience gasps and you take them on a ride of reaction and managing this heightened relationship as your characters live out their day of days. 

On a more muted level, Day of Days is simply the reason you’re in the scene, the reason people are watching and, most important, the reason someone is supposed to care about what you’re blabbering on and on about.  Last terms’ highly intense, overly enthusiastic, utterly amazing Teach was all over Day of Days.  You’d catch a glimpse of him in the corner of your eye during a scene and just know from the expression on his face what he was almost ready to yell “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!  MAKE A FUCKING CHOICE!”  All in good fun, of course.  When you’re uber talented and ultra passionate yelling is just fine. 

Improv is decidedly not for wimps.

In an age where we are a tad too concerned about being sensitive, politically correct and just too prim proper, Day of Days blows the lid off right.  Can you imagine every interaction in your life boiling down to a muted Day of Days scenario?  Where you could no longer be wishy – washy, on the fence and beige?  Where you weren’t worried about offending or insulting or placating?  Where you raise the stakes by simply being honest and true and you.  Everything – absolutely everything – would be yes / no, black/white, love/hate, stay/go.  Everything would be real because you’ve taken a stand.  You’ve made your choice.  You’re all in.  You are a person with a bona fide opinion and you care.  

Meh-ness is annoying.  It’s annoying because it doesn’t mean anything.  It’s a shrug, a sigh, an I don’t know why.  I am so over this. In truth, I was never much on this but lately, lately I don’t know.  I’ve become a bit meh, a bit beige a bit too blasé and a bit too concerned with being an opinionated person.  I’ve become a bit too careful and, perhaps, a bit insecure of my own overall outward picture. I don’t want to be offensive.  I don’t want to be rude.  I don’t want to be the bitch!  I want to be the nice one!  But living Day of Days isn’t about all that, it’s about being engaged and present and real and honest.  It’s about knowing what’s a don’t so you know what’s do; knowing what you like so you know what you hate.  It’s about killer choices – feeling  them, making them, being them. 

I don’t know about you, but I’m going to stop living on the sidelines and I’m going to get in the game.  I’m going to live my Day of Days every damn day.

Life is decidedly not for wimps either. 

On Rocks & Hard Places

Do you get caught in the middle of something, leaving you utterly lost as to how to go?  

Going one way will signify one thing, and choosing another direction means something else entirely.  Neither move is bad, well, they weren’t bad until they were perceived as such.  It’s not necessarily a life or death move, as the only thing that will die is your spirit.  Your ability to just be and act and live without fear of scrutiny and reprisal will die.  Nothing is face value anymore – it’s all calculated and false and pre-meditated.  It is true that our actions, and their impact on others, can wound more than the most powerful weapons.  But worse than this, is when our actions are not taken as pure and honest and true; when they are perceived to come with a hidden agenda, an ulterior motive, a master plan.  When there is no faith in you.  We are not spies or cold manipulators.  Not with the people we care about.  Who possesses such cruelty of thought to be so calculating, treating others like pawns, waiting for an anticipated result? Who wants to be thought of in this harsh soulless light?

And so we sit - foolish, silly monkies stuck in the cold hard middle - doing nothing, wondering, all the while, how this paralysing inaction will be interpreted.   

Perception is a powerful thing, isn’t it?

Quotable - Part 15

"Let's lube these bad boys up."

                                       Adventures in hand cream with J. Rayner,
                                       Friday April 13th 2012.

Turn On

I like clever.

Not a pompous clever or a condescending clever but a clever turn of words and phrases. 

Clever gets me everytime.

Harland Miller is my right kind of clever.  

Become obsessed with clever:  http://www.internationallonelyguy.com/

Be To Me

Your shoulder to cry on.
Your ear to bend.
Your hand to hold.

I will be all these things to you, because you have been these things to me.

xo, SE, always.