I spent 2+ hours making a pamphlet tonight.
Starting a business is fun.
…And I’m glad to know the purpose of that art project where I had to design a fake promo pamphlet to Walt friggin’ Disney World back in Grade 6 is finally making its worth known.
I wanted to share this direct quote from a student of mine in this WONDERFUL Level A intensive I had the pleasure of leading this weekend. I think it says a lot about not limiting our own creativity and letting our own ideas shine. Here we go:
Why did I limit myself to (being) a bee? That guy was a fucking spoon!
Frig, I love teaching improv.
I want to write a post about how one year ago I embarked upon a one-year-leave from the my nine-to-five day job to see if I could dedicate more of my time to my comedy career.
I can’t tell you if I’m anywhere more ahead in my comedy career than I was just a year ago. But I can tell you I’ve decided to continue spending my time working on it.
I’m not going back to that day job.
Holy crap, I did it. I finally finished the first draft of my original sitcom pilot.
Happy Victoria Day indeed!
I normally think I’m pretty good at taking notes when it comes to new students. I’m teaching them how to be present in improv scenes, so I make it my goal to be super present when they’re telling me about themselves on the first day.
I went back to check the notes I took last night in class, and realized the notes I wrote for the last student were not especially helpful. I must have been in a hurry to get things started. The question I asked was: “why did you decide to sign up for an improv class?” and the note I took down for her response was: “improv things” and a squiggle.
Nice one Brie. Pretty sure everyone else signed up for “improv things” too.
I’m in the process of moving again. Completely expected and according to plan, but it’s still hard.
The physical act of moving is hard, but so is the psychological and emotional one. I’ve gotten used to this place and even though I’m really just moving down the street, the idea that I’m already packing up all my things again and relocating is just friggin’ hard.
I just need home base. From there I can jump around, create, and grow. But moving around all the time is like cutting the foundation out from underneath and consequently any growth that had already occurred. Gotta plan more seeds somewhere new.
I know that’s not entirely the case. There are some projects that persist and I’m certainly not starting over from zero, but there’s something of the disturbance of the balance of that foundation – the notion of home, the illusion of a permanent, secure place, cracks the foundation of me; my motivation. I self-sabotage certain elements of my work and myself because I’m just so tired of moving the couches and displacing the space where I have come to do my real good dreaming.
Last weekend, my longtime best bud Dina and I took a road-trip down to Chicago. I’d wanted to see The Second City’s all-women “She The People: Girlfriends’ Guide to Sisters Doing It For Themselves” because:
- it sounded like a cool show
- I like the idea of an all-women cast
- I wanted to go back to Chicago & Dina had never been to this city of wonders
The show was fantastic and the experience had everything I could ask for, including an uncomfortable middle-aged white man at my table unsure as to why his wife and daughter took him to see this particular show. (See “feminism.”)
For the record, the scene with the dinosaur suit was hundo p my favourite.
I don’t do this very often on WordPress, but I thought I’d post a few choice photos from my trip to Chi-town with Dina.
Traveling for improv is probably my favourite thing to do right now; and that I got to have this quick little trip into improv mecca (we saw a show at the iO! as well) with my Dina, (who I’ve know basically my entire life and who has recently agreed to start an improv company with me,) well that was just the icing on the cake. Or the cheese on the deep-dish, if you will.
I can’t wait to see where improv-travel will take me next. Or what all-women show I produce as a result of the burning hot lady-fire She the People lit under my ass.