Improv #10: Seven Things for Self-Care

*Knock knock* "Who's there?" "Seven" "Seven Who?" "Seven Eleven..." "Dude, you can't fool me. I know there's only seven of you. When I'm seeing eleven then maybe I'll believe I'm as think as my friends drunk I am. Now bring me my black coffee and tylenol delivery stat!" There's an Improv game called Five Things … Continue reading Improv #10: Seven Things for Self-Care

Improv #9: In-city-cure attachment

I've lived in a lot of places in my life. Enough that I've only ever stayed put long enough in my adult life to be called for jury duty once, during graduate school. I've lived on both coasts and in the middle. I've lived in cities I'd go back to in a heartbeat if a … Continue reading Improv #9: In-city-cure attachment

Improv #8: Dramatic Irony

*Knock Knock* "Who's there?" "An indecisive person" "An indecisive person who...?" "I have no idea. Who would you like me to be?" I just finished my first level of Improv training advanced enough that we actually get formal feedback from our instructor, who is a member of the main performing troupe for the theater, and … Continue reading Improv #8: Dramatic Irony

Where’s Whoopsie #11/Improv #7: Potty Mouth

What can I say? It's been a bit of a $h177y week. Trauma guilt (see comments on that post if you want to hear about the new turd that dropped this week) is a dirty job. Dirty jobs call for Dirty Jobs. I've been watching a lot of reality t.v. this week because that's where … Continue reading Where’s Whoopsie #11/Improv #7: Potty Mouth

Improv* #6: A Meetup Group with Social Anxiety Tries to Walk into a Bar…

...The bartender says, "We don't serve folks with social anxiety here." The groups shrugs their shoulders and replies, 'Well, if that diagnosis doesn't work, how about depression, PTSD or ADHD? We've got a few options for what to call ourselves...' The bartender shrugs, "One of those ought to count. Come on in." You probably thought … Continue reading Improv* #6: A Meetup Group with Social Anxiety Tries to Walk into a Bar…

Improv #5: Meta-Analysis

This post was supposed to be about physicality in Improv. It was also supposed to be titled The Body Keeps the Score. It is neither of those things because it turns out even a girl with ADHD can't truly have an original thought. My brain can't stay inside the box, but it certainly can stay … Continue reading Improv #5: Meta-Analysis

Data Minding

I first intended to post about the fact that statistical algorithms can pick out individuals with various mental health diagnoses from the type of language they use on social media last November, but I lost my hyperfocus on the topic almost immediately after I read the original media blurb about a new study. I also … Continue reading Data Minding

Improv #4 (well, sort of): Trumpocalpse

I entered the columnist Nick Kristof's Trump poetry contest. It closed October 8th, and no one has contacted me from the New York Times. Last time he did a poetry contest, he published the winners about a week after the entry date. I'm assuming that means if I had somehow won, I'd know by now. That's … Continue reading Improv #4 (well, sort of): Trumpocalpse

Improv #3: Always Look on the Bright Side of Life?

The bully in my brain hasn't yet wised up and rescinded the strange exemption that it seems to have granted to Improv, but the migraines have. The previous week was a five-out-of-seven migraine days week. This week has been the same. That's 5 days * 2 weeks equals 10 migraine days. If this continues next … Continue reading Improv #3: Always Look on the Bright Side of Life?

Wheres’s Whoopsie #3/Improv #2: The Empty Canvas is Already Whoopsied

I have an approach/avoidance relationship to mindfulness. Creating an intentionally mindful state is a battle, but hyperfocus, which comes naturally, has trance-like qualities. The more upsetting recent events have been, the more I have hyperfocused on my labyrinthine coloring book. Can I call it mindful meditation that I completed two posts worth of Where's Whoopsies … Continue reading Wheres’s Whoopsie #3/Improv #2: The Empty Canvas is Already Whoopsied