Over the past few weeks, I have been largely absent from the world because I have achieved a new level of busy. Some of it was my doing. Some of it was life pummeling me with lemons faster than I can make lemonade.
I’m not even that big of a lemonade fan.
There is something hypnotic about writing code. Even when something isn’t working, when the code is taunting me, it holds me fast and won’t let go. Hours evaporate when I’m coding.
Lots of people have been asking me to put videos of my standup online. I’ve had many good sets and I’ve written lots of material I’ve felt good about. Yet the recordings I’ve made up until now have mostly been for me to review my own performance and get better. None have felt particularly Youtube-worthy.
Until this one.
I did a set at Comedy Lottery on Wednesday night that I’m very proud of. Is it perfect? No. Is it at the level I aspire to be at yet? Heck no! I’m just getting started people!
But it WAS super fun and the audience was incredible. So check it out. I hope you laugh too.
Thank you very much to Cynthia Raxter for making the recording. Also, a huge THANKS to Matt White for teaching me the writing process that produced this set. Matt is now teaching standup at Moonlight Stage Company in Raleigh. His teaching is worth every penny people.
Given my love for all things Asian and my tendency to belt out Broadway tunes mid-conversation, you’d be surprised I have never done Asian-style karaoke. I always had a vague idea what was involved: A group of friends crooning away in a kitschy private room whilst consuming copious amounts of overpriced booze. But I never knew how truly epic it is–until this weekend.
All my life I have rebelled against life organizing tools. Whether it was the assignment books they gave us in school or the pocket calendar my parents would not-so-subtly give me for Christmas every year, I wanted nothing to do with organizing tools. For me, the time it took to write out to-do lists was time away from writing or something much more important. Besides, I was really good at storing it all in my head.
Until I wasn’t.
Remember the treadmill desk I built? I’m actually using it. Not as much as I should be maybe, but it’s not collecting dust.
I’m using it enough that I decided to treat myself to an upgrade. Behold! The desk is now equipped with a widescreen monitor!
When I go on vacation, I tend to thoroughly clean my apartment before I leave. Because I know when I get home, vacation stuff will erupt from my suitcase and it will take me at least a week to get all the bits and pieces back to where they belong. As of this writing, my suitcase is still on the living room floor, reminding me there are some clean clothes in it I should consider wearing this week.
It has also reminded me there are many marvelous things about Asheville I have yet to convey on this blog. So here they are.
Two minutes into my trip to Asheville, I spotted a girl in a tie-dyed tanktop hula-hooping down the street. The majority of folks I have met since then haven’t been so stereotypical. But stereotypes exist for a reason, and Asheville pretty much lives up to its hippy rep.
That face. That’s me discovering my trail mix contained chocolate-covered espresso beans. Said trail mix was unceremoniously launched into the trash.
Me and coffee don’t get along. I resent coffee for smelling so delicious yet tasting so unbearably bad. Coffee smells like heaven in a cup, but tastes like someone roasted chalk over a fire. And YES, I have tasted chalk through a childhood dare. I can say unequivocally that it’s a horrible way to get more minerals in your diet.