St. Martins To Union Square. Union Square to Madison Square Garden. Madison Square Garden to Chelsea. Chelsea back to Union Square. Union Square back to St. Martins.
Christmas Shopping is 75% complete.
Peoples Improv Theater has proved another stage rival to that of Rubber Gloves where those nerds, who instead of standing with arms crossed and cheap beer at there feet glare ahead of them, actually enjoy the comedy.
Comedy nerds are a lot like music nerds: they listen to it first and laugh, then again they listen and think about why it's funny, and the last stage, critique their life, think how they're never going to be as funny and subsequently go back to their normal jobs and think about Bill Murray.
The crowd is usually full of people there to perform as well, with a few onlookers who just like to watch improv. Some of it's great, some of it's lame, but everyone ends up getting drunk together and laughing anyway. Giving false hope to those who aren't funny- God I hope so. We all need something to float our boats.
Reading Thomas Merton's The Seven Storey Mountain. He was the writer who left his life of playboy decadence and became a Trappist Monk in Kentucky. I wrote on Thomas Merton's essay No Man Is An Island
where I had a a diagram of Hawaii stapled to the back. I got a C+= the writing was great but I failed to understand the material.
Now I'm watching a documentary of St. Francis Xavier.
It's getting Monk-y around here.
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