My ten-year high school reunion was last weekend. I paid cough 80-plus dollars for my single ticket. Cash bar. Noisy venue not conducive to talking (think concrete catacomb). Merely adequate catering. No live music or entertainment. No DJ or karaoke. One poorly-uprezed video “slideshow,” most persons being unrecognizable due to the fact of the extreme pixellation and compression artifacting. Crummy “memory book” was basically a multipage booklet with all of our addresses in it. Plus I was one of the only single people there. Oh well, I guess it was good to see a few of my old high school friends, though I had more friends in grades slightly above or below me. They would have been fun to see, too. Facebook.

Sometimes I find if you concentrate hard enough, you can pull a sparkle of wisdom from the unknown.

Other times it comes to you unwillingly at inopportune moments and you’d best capture it ere it eludes you.

It is the bastion of the narrow minded to think in polarizations. To any issue there are an infinite number of sides; each time you flip the coin what used to be on the other side will have changed. It is easy to simplify and bifurcate. It is difficult to truly comprehend. Those who want an easy answer shall receive an incomplete solution. Those who ask simple solutions of their leader shall receive one inadequate to the question.

Ok folks, here is a thought when it comes to local theater. I love it. I want to do lots of productions. But here’s the deal: I can’t afford to spend lots of money driving to a lot of rehearsals if I’m not being paid, not even a little. It’s the principal of the thing. Actually, no. It’s simple economics.

Example: A certain theater company wants me for various roles. I enjoy working with them. I enjoy the space. I enjoy the foothills. But it costs me anywhere from $5-$10 per rehearsal or performance to travel to/from the venue. Even if I were doing a paying show at another company the money wouldn’t be enough to live on, so basically I’m performing as a hobby. Which is perfectly okay by me. But in how many other “hobbies” do other people pay to see the result when the artist does not see any of that money? Not many. So it’s more of a profession/hobby hybrid. Hobbies also don’t require a certain level of skill to participate at all. Then again on the other hand not everyone who wants to participate is allowed, so those who are “chosen” feel grateful to be performing at all.

Quick informal poll: who actually reads this blog? Please leave a comment (anonymous or not) indicating that you do so I can get an idea if I have any regular readers anymore.

Thanks.

I mostly post these now for my own amusement. I re-read this one after I posted it and I thought I should save it. So here ‘tis:

How many couples you know met in a bar? - 27 (Denver)

Then again, how many couples you know met on craigslist?

I know you. You’re the one who “just happened” to check CL tonight even though you check in here more often than you’re willing to admit to your friends. Maybe you think you’ve got a pretty good life, a good job, good friends, maybe you have a pet who keeps you company at home. You have an eclectic music collection but in truth only a small fraction of those seven thousand songs on your iPod ever gets played with any regularity. Maybe you TiVo your favorite shows: shows your guy friends would never watch with you ‘cause they’re too “girly” but you think they really just haven’t given a chance, and you’re right.

“Destiny is a fickle bitch.”

I just realized “bullshit” rhymes in Spanish: “caca de vaca”

Sometimes I amuse even myself.