a bigger gap than expected

I guess it's easy not to blog if keep putting it off. "I'll do it a little later, I'll do it a little later". Rest assured, however, that Mr. T hasn't left yet.

Been having some good times, and some less-good times. This weekend was great: Neko Case show was wonderful, and Keaton certainly would agree with that. She got to meet her favorite artist, have a poster that she herself created for the show signed by Case and members of the band, see a bunch of fine people and generally freak the fuck out all weekend. I love you cutie, and it made me very happy to see your unbridled joy. 

Other good stuff of note: I've begun classes at the iO theater in Wrigleyville. They are fun as hell, if a bit daunting. I have no real experience onstage, and many of my classmates do. It hasn't mattered much in terms of laugh getting, but some of the other kids are little better about stage poise. Nervously wetting yourself is frowned upon, I guess.

It's hard to describe the class kind of, we do goofy stuff. Listening exercises, team-building, and just diving in and giving short scenes with a theme a go. That's the best way to learn this craft, just do it. Just do it, and watch other people just do it as much as possible. Just watch unwashed bodies perform, working as one, achieving the same goal of inspiring pleasure, writhing, screaming...I've completely forgotten what I was talking about.

Some of the less-good involves me and my employment status. Which is to say I'm unemployed. I did chew gum for forty minutes and got paid. Hey, great. If it were a forty hour a week job i'd be rich as Croesus, but alas it is not the case.


It's good, occasionally a lot of fun, but mostly just good that I'm here in Chicago, doing this stuff that I do. I'm happy to live outside of Bowling Green, test my mettle, follow my dreams, et cetera. It's no surprise to anyone that it's also tough. Tough and lonely a lot of the time. At times it seems completely fucked that I would willingly spend time away from the girl who has my heart (carries it in her heart). Each time I have to leave her my insides suffer a brutal haymaker. Yes, absence does makes the heart go something something. But repeated absence? The goal of life should be to find love, and to love yourself. I worry I'm putting those things in jeopardy sometimes. Then I remember that I never want to let go, and I believe that she doesn't either. In the meantime, that is, until two become one on a more permanent basis, it's rough on ol' Jables.


I'll do this again soon. I didn't cover a lot of stuff I could have. But I am very done for now.