Posts Tagged With: “Young Frankenstein”

Day 2457: Together again for the first time

Here are most of my photos from yesterday, together again for the first time:


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Five years ago (but who’s counting?), Joshua Ladgrove a/k/a Neal Portenza invited my then 16-year-old son Aaron up on the stage with him during his brilliant Fringe show. Last night, they were together again for the first time.

Tomorrow, I’ll be together again for the first time with ?? people (perhaps including some of the people in my photos above)  in my first Fringe show ever.

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Because it’s a one-time only show, I have only one chance to get it right.   Will it be a catastrophe, like a boat hitting an iceberg?

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Will I lose my head?

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Will I maintain my balance?

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Will the audience like my music?

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Will they use my mindfulness exercise to be in the here and now?

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Will anybody mispronounce my name or be a dickhead?

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Will people want to see a show from a “new employee” of the Edinburgh Free Fringe?

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Here and here are two songs that are “Together Again For the First Time.”

Which reminds me, I want to see Manual Cinema again.

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All your comments on this post will be together again for the first time, below.

And today’s expressions of gratitude are together again for the first time!

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Day 1411: It could be worse.

It could be worse. It could be raining.

It could be worse. It could be a world without

“Good Bones,” by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.

  • Sons who want to FaceTime with their mothers

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  • Cats

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  • Signs

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  • Fire hydrants

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  • Mittens

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  • Pumpkins

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  • My readers, who I hope will leave a comment about this post (which could be worse)
  • Gratitude, which I’m expressing for all who helped me create today’s blog and for you– of course! — no matter what you think could be worse, here and now.

 

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