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January 2012

It’s the second day of a new year. Teresa and I have been having a great year so far. Gratitude is in abundance.

I hope for the same for you, unless your definition of a great year is fucking over everyone in your path, and in that case, I hope your year sucks and you learn some decency.

I’m looking at you, Wall Street.


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Looking forward to exploring my new neighborhood

I moved to Andersonville recently after five and a half months of being spoiled in a loft in the Loop.  I share my new place with a good fellow named Paul. I’m already charmed by the new neighborhood and I’m going to go out for a stroll to see what’s happening on a Saturday evening.

I might even report on my findings!

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The NY Neo-Futurists and Me

I don’t have too many words to share today, and I was reminded today of how tremendous these people are and were to me in NYC, so I’m sharing this video snapshot of one of the best theater companies in NYC. I also consider them my adoptive family.

More about them soon.

Until then, to learn more about the NY Neo-Futurists, please visit For info on the original Neo-Futurists based here in Chicago, check out

Have a good show.


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Baseball and Other Personal Stuff

Let’s set the scene.

I just walked home from seeing a preview showing of the new film “Morning Glory.”  It’s a film I have a connection to, as I do many movies and TV shows made in and around NYC for the last five years. I worked for a company that provides camera equipment to the film industry, and it was my job to keep the gear from breaking down. It’s a job I miss sometimes because I enjoyed learning new things. I also enjoyed the variety of personalities one encounters in that business.

But that was in NYC, and I’m in Chicago now.*  I love New York City. LOVE. So what dragged me away from a city I had a very personal relationship with, a city I could see myself living in forever? A woman, of course.  Oh, Teresa’s not any ordinary woman.  She’s a genius with talents that go as deep as the bedrock under Manhattan Island.  I’ll write more about her another time.  Tonight, she’s watching a video I shot of her first full-length play, something she produced here in Chicago this summer. But I said I’d write about her later, and I promise I will.

I’m compelled to write tonight because there’s a baseball game going on out in San Francisco tonight.  Game One of the World Series has the Giants up 10-4 over the Texas Rangers in the bottom of the eighth inning.

I have a history with baseball that goes back as far as I can remember.  My memory these days is more like a system of highways than anything chronological or temporal.  One memory takes me down a deserted road I haven’t traveled on in years, and then all sorts of emotions tumble down on my head like a rock slide.  There should be warning signs: Falling Memories Ahead.

So I’m walking home from the movie and I checked email on my phone.  (I do this because I’ve been freelancing since I arrived in Chicago, and I’ve lost work before by not checking my email regularly.  It’s an annoying aspect of life as a freelancer.)  I read one message from my sister Deena.  She’s a nurse and has done more good in her life than I ever will, but hey, there’s still time for me, and hey, it’s not like I’ve been a complete ass! Caretakers of any breed are heroes.  In her message, she updated me on a cousin who has fallen on hard times with his health, and she also mentioned the baseball game.  I had a sudden rush of bitterness.  I wanted to tweet (yes, I tweet) something along the lines of I hope SF wins the World Series, even though it would have been nice if they’d won it in 2002, when it would have mattered.

Now, I don’t know if that was 140 characters and it doesn’t matter.  I didn’t take my phone out of my pocket.  That little eruption of bile was a surprise.  What follows deserves a more complete description than I’m about to give, but for the sake of moving this story along, here is what sparked my untweeted tweet.

I met a woman in 2000. Her name was Siri Aarons. She was a raven-haired beauty of considerable intellect and charm.  It took me a while to convince her, but eventually she went on a date with me.  I managed to wrangle tickets to the opening game of the SF Giants’ new ballpark.  (Among many other things, she was a Giants fan.)  At the time, their ballpark was called Pacific Bell Park. As is the curse associated with naming rights and corporate takeovers, the park’s name has changed twice since then.  It was a smashing first date, even though the Giants lost to the hated Dodgers 6-5.  (True fans of the game never forget significant games and their final outcomes.)

We moved in together, did the lovey-dovey thing, and then she suffered a recurrence from ovarian cancer. The Giants had been a very helpful distraction from her health woes.  And they would continue to be a grand distraction for her and for me.

In 2002, the Giants got themselves into the World Series.  A close friend of Siri’s made it possible for us to buy tickets to Game Three of that series, the first World Series game to be played in SF.  They went up against the Anaheim Angels (a team I followed when I lived in Southern California) and the Angels pounded the Giants in the game Siri and I attended. The final score was 10-4.  Tonight, the Giants whooped the Rangers by a final tally of 11-7.  They beat a very talented team. Despite tonight’s win, the Giants will be lucky to win the Series.

Back in ’02, it looked like the Giants would win the Series, yet they managed to blow a lead with six outs left in Game Six.  If only they could have held on in that game, they would have won their first World Series since moving to SF.  (They were one of two NY teams to move out west.  For shame.)  I try to imagine what it must have been like to be a baseball fan in NYC in the late 50s.  Whadya mean they’re moving to California?

So the Giants lost what would have been the clinching Game Six and then barely showed up in Game Seven and lost 4-1 (fans never forget scores).  The Angels played their hearts out and beat a talented Giants team. And the San Francisco Giants broke our hearts.  Yes, Siri had more severe sources of heartache, like cancer, yet, a win by the Giants would have made her very happy.

She died the following spring. And it wasn’t long after that I finally said goodbye to baseball.  My heart just wasn’t in it any more.  My heart wasn’t in a lot of things.  I struggled to stay alive and to stay focused on the future; the last thing I was going to do was worry about baseball. I stayed interested in 2003, but by 2004, I was finished with the game.  The eruption of the Steroid scandals helped drive the game out of my mind for good, I think. But really, I just couldn’t get excited about baseball if Siri wasn’t around to talk to about the games.

So the Giants are playing in the World Series again.  Most of my immediate family is very invested in the outcome, and so for them I hope the Giants win.  I really truly want to say something like I hope they win for Siri, but the rotten brat in me wants to kick the dirt and say, She’s dead. She don’t care.

Is that truly how I feel?  Not really.

I don’t imagine she’s paying attention to goings-on here on Earth.  If, somehow, human consciousness manages to escape death and move on to a higher plane of existence, I really doubt that she is caring a damn about baseball.  So yeah, sure, it would be swell if they win.  If she were alive, she would be out of her mind with delight over tonight’s score.  But she’s not alive, and I’ve let her go.

So let’s talk about today.  Remember that genius I mentioned earlier?  Well, I won the World Series of Life when she suggested it might be a good idea for me to move to Chicago.  She’s a remarkable person and the best friend I’ve ever had and ever will have.  Listen, when you reach my age (49) you come to know certain things.  And I know that I’m a lucky man.  Not only did I have the fortune of sharing in the making of an amazing son (from my first marriage to his mother Norma), but also I met Siri and had an amazing time with her for three years and ten days until she died.  And now I have the incredible fortune to be with Teresa.  I know that there are many men (and women) who think their girlfriend or wife is the best since Forever.  I dig it, and I don’t mean to take anything away from you when I say I have the best girlfriend ever, so let’s just leave it at this–

I’m a lucky man.

I also realize I have a lot to write about.

I think this is a good time for me to stop, for now, and practice some Spanish before calling it a night.  I’m learning Spanish now.  It’s good to learn new things.  (My girlfriend is half-Spanish and fluent in the language; it’s a good thing for me to learn Spanish!)

If you’re a baseball fan, may your team play hard all nine innings.  If you’re not, you might not understand the ache of a former baseball fan.  Or maybe you do.

* I love Chicago, too!  God help me if I ever end up rooting for the Cubs.

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The Second City: A First Visit

I’ve lived in Chicago for four months now and I finally made it out to see a show at Second City.  This was the real deal, folks.  As much as I will always hold that lovely little black box of the People’s Improv Theater near to my heart, the PIT and all the other improv joints in NYC can’t stand chest to chest with Second City.  I know that UCB people might bark back that I am so wrong.  Go ahead and bark.  All that’ll get you is a shot at being let out to pee.

But this isn’t a pissing contest.  Second City is 51.  It has established itself as the center of comedy in this known universe.  It’s legacy is well-known yet it’s really worthwhile to take a minute and read the list of prominent alumni that they can claim their own.  The list reads like a Hall of Fame of Funny.  UCB is gaining, though. Established in 1990 by people out of iO and Second City, UCB has given us a lot of quality funny people.

Why have I stayed away from the Chicago comedy scene until now? Why did it take me four months to visit the Mecca of Comedy?  Simple.  I’m very underemployed and don’t have the money to go see shows and take classes.  My girlfriend’s brother suggested it for a night out so I could finally meet his wife.   It was a good time for the four of us.  We saw the 11:00 performance of The Absolute Friggin’ Best Time of Your Life. It was good stuff.  The performers were all very solid and entertaining and I found myself impressed and a wee bit envious.

Envy is not something one normally feels when watching a show.  I miss performing and it came down to them being on stage and my sitting in the audience.  That’s all.  (Listen: I know that envy is one of the Seven Deadly Sins.  It wasn’t raging envy. As I said, it was just a touch of the stuff.  It faded.  I’m no longer drenched in sin (or is that Sin? Well, not that one anyway–).

Getting back to money.  Regarding Second City, I want classes more than a show.  The reason I stayed away was because I can’t afford to start taking classes there, so there wasn’t a compelling enough reason for me to go.  I can always pop in and see a show.  I expect my affiliation to be professional and instructional.

I studied improvisational comedy at the PIT and had a great time performing with two improv troupes in NYC: my very first one was Long Division, and I soon after joined Track Suit Mafia.  From the first time I got a big laugh from an audience (in a one-time role as the roustabout for the Bindlestiff Family Cirkus), I was hooked.  I’ve gone after laughs from people most of my life, yet this was the first time I ever did it for real.

So I saw a show at Second City and had a great time with my girlfriend and her brother and his wife.  Two nights ago, Teresa and I saw Ricky Gervais play at the Chicago Theatre.  He was very good.  Damn he’s smart and funny. And during his show, I considered, during certain bits, how I might have performed them.  I have the bug again.  I want to start getting serious again about performing.  I need to make a steady income that allows me some extra cash for paying for coaches and classes and rehearsal space.  A month or so ago I wrote some spec pieces for The Onion; I haven’t done anything with them yet.  I have a couple of ideas for sketches, and I have a strong urge to try stand up.

(Yikes.  What the hell’s going on here?  Is this the direction my life is going to take?  It is if I continue to steer down that road.)

Since I started making comedy “for real,” I feel a little weird when I clown around in my regular interactions with people, as if it’s not appropriate.  I never felt that way before.

I’ve progressed past the need for acceptance from you.  Maybe now I want acceptance from everyone.


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bad dreams / good schemes

Lately I have been having some very unpleasant dreams;  I am writing this now because I woke from a bad one after only having slept for an hour or two.  I must have just barely entered REM when WHAM I had a nasty dream, a dream that was.  Violent.  Heartbreaking.  Crushing.  Unkind and downright cruel.

There’s something going on inside my brain.

I think the sources of these dreams are simple to deduce.  Some stress from money woes.  Some physical stress from a reflux condition that is slow to clear up.  Some guilt: survivor guilt, bad parenting guilt, poor life choices guilt. Etc.  Typically, residual business I wish I had left behind a long while ago.

So, what to do?  What I have been working on to little effect, and shall work on even harder.  Namely, I need to forgive myself.  I need to move on.  I need to lighten up and just get on with life.  Have more fun.  Smile more.  Exercise more.

(Today was a good good day, which makes this bad dream even more perplexing.)

First, I need to meditate on this very simple and basic fact of my existence: I am a lucky man.  I should start to appreciate that.  And I will. I really want to appreciate that fact.  And I do.  Just not often enough perhaps.

My girlfriend will remind me occasionally to journal.  Every time I do (especially after a drought), I feel better.  Journaling is exercise for the soul.  I’m trying to remove judgment from my next statement – let me say that I want to take good care of myself.  Today is always a good time to renew that effort.

But hey.  Seriously, I need to get some sleep.  Right now.  (I think I am going to have some good dreams tonight.  That’s the plan anyway.  Maybe I should plan that more often.)

(Oh yeah.  Maybe the book I am reading is affecting me.  House of Leaves is remarkable. It is also disturbing.)

On the lighter side, we are seeing Ricky Gervais tonight (tonight being the accurate word since it is now Wednesday September 29, 2010).  This will be my first visit to the Chicago Theatre.  Looking forward to the show.  I’m very much looking forward to the date with my beautiful Teresa.

Okay then.  Now.  Sleep.

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Saying my goodbyes to New York

In six days, I will be in a minivan while I am looking at NYC in the rear view mirror.

800 miles ahead of me, Chicago will be waiting for me and my co-pilot, Teresa. (She’s flying out to make the drive with me.  She’s the reason I am moving.  She’s awesome.)

A rental minivan full of my belongings.   Two people with intersecting lives.  A tale of two cities.

Soon, it will be, “So long, New York.”

Soon, it will be, “Hello, Chicago!”

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