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(poster by Jeremy Eric Tenenbaum)

If a Tree Falls in the Forest

I’ve known The Sixth Borough since their inception in dismal January 2007 at the Ric Rac and in our living room. I was at stage left switching lights at their first show. I peddled “ADULTS” tickets, drunkenly disparaged Die Actor Die judges on their behalf, joined them on the radio. They are my friends and my colleagues, and in some cases, closer to family. I’m sentimental because I’m proud: at Snubfest this weekend in Chicago, they won both the Audience and Judges' prizes for sketch comedy.

When my friends do well, I’m happy for them. Not only because they should do well, but because it gives me hope. I do what I’m doing in a bubble. I have my shows, and lord knows The Dive has given me more opportunities than I’m worth, but the room is only so big, and will only get me so far. I am good at reading, but who’s ever sat down with my writing?

I’m not alone like this. I went to college for this kind of disappointment. I was told, a few weeks before graduating that I am “not [a writer].” That afternoon, fuming, I looked around the room and realized I was one of very few who were willing to fight against that. It’s only natural to worry now it’s all been for naught.

When things like this happen to people that I love and respect who have earned it with cleverness and talent above anything else, it reminds me, however fleetingly, that what I am working for could be worth something, and that persistence is pretty much all I’ve got in my favor. But it’s something, and occasionally, it pays off.

Something's Afoot Finally

Hey, remember that radioplay that Jeremy and I wrote and performed with the Sixth Borough six months ago? No? Well, here it is, available for your listening pleasure.

Feverish

On Tuesday, I was so taken by fever that I forgot to introduce my bit on Doctor Who monsters properly. The audience just assumed that I had made up a series of strange creatures that I thought might attack earth. The part about building underground cities in strategic locations was intentional, though.

Terrible Ideas I've Had Today

1. Making a mix cd utilizing every single cover version of "You've Lost that Loving Feeling" available.

2. Getting my hair cut like David Cassidy's.

3. Trying to hang up posters without bringing any tape.

Oh! The Horror!

In Praise of Friends

Can I talk about Giaco for a second? And Kati?

I have been friends with Giaco since my senior and his junior year of college when we were made co-editors of a school-based publication that never materialized due to lack of interest (in both contributors and readership). It was then we realized that we had more in common than is normally required for friendship. We were both ambitious (but not within the limits of our college major), children of chefs, frustrated, excitable, and dare I say, talented? And despite how much in common he has with me, Giaco is also a kind, warm, friendly fellow. I don’t know if I can think of a happier or more welcoming person. I could not be more pleased to have him as a co-conspirator on the new show: Second Stories.

I haven’t known Kati as well or as for as long, but I am equally confident in her excellence. The first time I met her was at the second reading, wherein she crowned Blaise himself, no questions asked. Since then, she has come to shows, made some great jokes (complete with Hall and Oates references), come with us to see Morrissey, and made the poster for the new show.


Did I mention that these guys own the world’s most handsome dog?

It is a privilege to have such talented, wonderful people as friends. Especially when they occasionally need a dogsitter.