Game 1. My first impulse is critical. Critical of myself and others.
Game 2. My first impulsive is loving, supportive of myself and others.
Game 3. I can play both games, and see what happens. One is infinitely more rewarding.
Game 4. And in doing so, recreate the John Lennon Yoko Ono "YES" ladder love-at-first-sight experience. ...Find your John Lennon, Find your Yoko Ono.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
More Games, Less Games
Game 1. Remember the game blog, and play again. Think of the 2%-by-decade decline in mental facility that occurs in your twenties and thirties, and say good riddance.
Game 2. Call in sick for work. Dream about how much you love work, wrapped in a blanket.
Game 3. Browse through the muslim conservative blog and consider posting a link on my facebook. But don't you dare do that, cause what if I don't believe it.
Game 4. Consider making this blog public. Who will play these games? These games are my liiifffeeeee
Game 5. Try to beatbox, or at least think about it.
Game 6. Browse through Stuff White People Like because I remember reading how white people love children's games as adults and I always think about this with my game-playing white and non-white friends. Yes, yes I do like those things that white people like... From the LA Times...
"By "white people," Lander doesn't actually mean the more than 221 million Americans who check that box on the decennial census. But that's part of the fun. Lander is doing to whites what scores of journalists and politicians do to non-white minorities every day, "essentializing" complex identities -- that is, stripping away all variety and reducing them to their presumed authentic essences.
One irony-deficient reader complained that the blog was less about white people than it was about yuppies. And without knowing it, she was cutting to the heart of the joke. Lander is gently making fun of the many progressive, educated, upper-middle-class whites who think they are beyond ethnicity or collectively shared tastes, styles or outlook. He's essentially reminding them that they too are part of a group.
Game 7. Vaguely remember my connection to the avant-garde and remember tonight's meeting of the Absurdist Ladies League of Long Beach meeting. Is there an avant-garde anymore?
Game 2. Call in sick for work. Dream about how much you love work, wrapped in a blanket.
Game 3. Browse through the muslim conservative blog and consider posting a link on my facebook. But don't you dare do that, cause what if I don't believe it.
Game 4. Consider making this blog public. Who will play these games? These games are my liiifffeeeee
Game 5. Try to beatbox, or at least think about it.
Game 6. Browse through Stuff White People Like because I remember reading how white people love children's games as adults and I always think about this with my game-playing white and non-white friends. Yes, yes I do like those things that white people like... From the LA Times...
"By "white people," Lander doesn't actually mean the more than 221 million Americans who check that box on the decennial census. But that's part of the fun. Lander is doing to whites what scores of journalists and politicians do to non-white minorities every day, "essentializing" complex identities -- that is, stripping away all variety and reducing them to their presumed authentic essences.
One irony-deficient reader complained that the blog was less about white people than it was about yuppies. And without knowing it, she was cutting to the heart of the joke. Lander is gently making fun of the many progressive, educated, upper-middle-class whites who think they are beyond ethnicity or collectively shared tastes, styles or outlook. He's essentially reminding them that they too are part of a group.
Game 7. Vaguely remember my connection to the avant-garde and remember tonight's meeting of the Absurdist Ladies League of Long Beach meeting. Is there an avant-garde anymore?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Empty Your Head
Pride and non-pride are the same.
Proof I know something, proves I know nothing.
I am not an idiot, but I can blank slate-ify.
Memorization takes time and patience.
Time. and Patience.
My brain is good.
Proof I know something, proves I know nothing.
I am not an idiot, but I can blank slate-ify.
Memorization takes time and patience.
Time. and Patience.
My brain is good.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Elevator Art = Waste of Time
1. Contrary action = living it up, throwing it down
2. LA Story soundtrack = Titanic soundtrack
3. nonspace no save = I’m holding my tongue holding on to responses, I had to take time to think, we haven’t quite found a rhythm but that’s intriguing, I’m afraid, I want to unwrap, there’s no up down left right, but there’s something that makes me want to adventure, yes, it’s that fearlessness yet again, part-time superhero origin story.
4. Skating through museums = tableaux in elevator
5. good intentions + nervous energy = tongue-tied
2. LA Story soundtrack = Titanic soundtrack
3. nonspace no save = I’m holding my tongue holding on to responses, I had to take time to think, we haven’t quite found a rhythm but that’s intriguing, I’m afraid, I want to unwrap, there’s no up down left right, but there’s something that makes me want to adventure, yes, it’s that fearlessness yet again, part-time superhero origin story.
4. Skating through museums = tableaux in elevator
5. good intentions + nervous energy = tongue-tied
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Alliteration and Time Experiments
Game 1. Improv games in real life. Start with rewind. At any moment in everyday life, shout "REWIND!" and you and your fellow life livers must reenact the previous moment exactly. Requires observation and listening skills. Also may extend this to include half-life.
Game 2. FIRST CHOICE! in real life. Make others say something other than what they said.
Game 3. Drink and connect the dots. People you thought you knew become connected.
Game 4. Act again! In a play! Feel a tear well in your eye and feel like a real actress again. Being an actress is only a matter of connecting to your humanity. So there... I've just connected to my humanity again.
Game 5. Tennis. The game is- to grunt in success for every failure. Make a team name (TEAM WOLF, Aoooo, or Team Fro Lion, ROAR...) and make memories to last a life time.
Game 6. Kiss cheeks of strangers.
Game 7. Wear a new dress. Give a piano lesson.
Game 8. Sit with Sal in the diamond lights on Cherry street contemplating heightened reality making reality reals vs mundane. Pataphysics or metaphysics? Alfred Jarry anybody?
Game 9. Whisper SUPERMALE to yourself at the coffee shop, feel your legs stick together, love the thick zipper, love the thick sky.
Game 10. Remember waking up, after a night of compiling a playlist of best songs of ever. Yes this is me.
Game 11. Put product in your hair and complain.
Game 12. Crush confessions. (My heart beats loud for you.)
Game 13. Listen to a much respected woman's harrowing escapes and horrifying stories, and pinch yourself. Know it could be you at any moment- your head smashed by a bottle unsuspectedly after parallel parking. BE CAREFUL!
Game 14. Be extra careful.
Game 15. Wonder what you did to deserve the best summer of all time. Love every minute, suck it in, reflect, love it, hold it to your bosom. BOOM BOOM bonfires in your body, every moment something new and old, life goes by and allows you to be so many people, and contain so many realities, it blows my fucking mind.
Game 16. Oh yes, and always flirt. Playful. You can say "If it helps your concept of reality, so be it."
Game 17. Shoe beer.
Game 18. Smash the cigarette, I repeat myself.
Game 19. Careful creatures, curiously coping consciously condoning creation
Game 2. FIRST CHOICE! in real life. Make others say something other than what they said.
Game 3. Drink and connect the dots. People you thought you knew become connected.
Game 4. Act again! In a play! Feel a tear well in your eye and feel like a real actress again. Being an actress is only a matter of connecting to your humanity. So there... I've just connected to my humanity again.
Game 5. Tennis. The game is- to grunt in success for every failure. Make a team name (TEAM WOLF, Aoooo, or Team Fro Lion, ROAR...) and make memories to last a life time.
Game 6. Kiss cheeks of strangers.
Game 7. Wear a new dress. Give a piano lesson.
Game 8. Sit with Sal in the diamond lights on Cherry street contemplating heightened reality making reality reals vs mundane. Pataphysics or metaphysics? Alfred Jarry anybody?
Game 9. Whisper SUPERMALE to yourself at the coffee shop, feel your legs stick together, love the thick zipper, love the thick sky.
Game 10. Remember waking up, after a night of compiling a playlist of best songs of ever. Yes this is me.
Game 11. Put product in your hair and complain.
Game 12. Crush confessions. (My heart beats loud for you.)
Game 13. Listen to a much respected woman's harrowing escapes and horrifying stories, and pinch yourself. Know it could be you at any moment- your head smashed by a bottle unsuspectedly after parallel parking. BE CAREFUL!
Game 14. Be extra careful.
Game 15. Wonder what you did to deserve the best summer of all time. Love every minute, suck it in, reflect, love it, hold it to your bosom. BOOM BOOM bonfires in your body, every moment something new and old, life goes by and allows you to be so many people, and contain so many realities, it blows my fucking mind.
Game 16. Oh yes, and always flirt. Playful. You can say "If it helps your concept of reality, so be it."
Game 17. Shoe beer.
Game 18. Smash the cigarette, I repeat myself.
Game 19. Careful creatures, curiously coping consciously condoning creation
Monday, August 17, 2009
A morning ritual
Game 1. Wake up with fiery vague ambition, write a few sentences about it, with the promise of something more, which may or may not be fulfilled.
Game 2. Read a story and cry.
Game 3. Start a new project- to read all of the nobel laureates in literature. Starting with Singer. Write about your experiences. Tears are one thing, thoughts are another. Left foot is will, right foot is reason.
Game 4. Consider writing a different kind of blog, rather than a journal-masquerading as games, life as a series of tasks and games and tricks, just reviews. Simply. Done.
Game 5. Make a list of morning rituals. At least 10. Try for 10 weeks, each ritual, and decide which morning ritual creates a better life. Thus far the summer's morning ritual- wake up, stretch, talk to Faust, smile, flutter eyelids, float, stretch some more, admire the moles on my arms, recount dreams, pray to the Powerful Goodness, sneeze, cheerios, internet.
Game 6. Write at least 3 pages of the nonsense in your head. Release!
Game 2. Read a story and cry.
Game 3. Start a new project- to read all of the nobel laureates in literature. Starting with Singer. Write about your experiences. Tears are one thing, thoughts are another. Left foot is will, right foot is reason.
Game 4. Consider writing a different kind of blog, rather than a journal-masquerading as games, life as a series of tasks and games and tricks, just reviews. Simply. Done.
Game 5. Make a list of morning rituals. At least 10. Try for 10 weeks, each ritual, and decide which morning ritual creates a better life. Thus far the summer's morning ritual- wake up, stretch, talk to Faust, smile, flutter eyelids, float, stretch some more, admire the moles on my arms, recount dreams, pray to the Powerful Goodness, sneeze, cheerios, internet.
Game 6. Write at least 3 pages of the nonsense in your head. Release!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Kid Yourself
These games are tricks to play on yourself.
1. Kid yourself. Even when you've been wisely warned by a best friend, "Don't waste your time." This means go ahead and send spontaneous text messages to a very foolish but right-textured gentleman when you said you definitely wouldn't.
2. Kid yourself. Embarrassing interaction with somebody who may or may not be real. Le sigh.
And ...
3. Love yourself whilst kidding yourself, realizing you will have to give up this nonsense tomorrow and get honest.
4. Send a lovely woman on a sober scavenger hunt for her "hen party."
5. Go to that special spiritual musical realm and remember where it takes you... and why you go there. Haunting dream memories return, walking on a water bridge, sitting with coffee overlooking foggy cliffs, seals at the beach, everything in one swift heartbeat, swirling in tones, multitudes of moments, in one.
1. Kid yourself. Even when you've been wisely warned by a best friend, "Don't waste your time." This means go ahead and send spontaneous text messages to a very foolish but right-textured gentleman when you said you definitely wouldn't.
2. Kid yourself. Embarrassing interaction with somebody who may or may not be real. Le sigh.
And ...
3. Love yourself whilst kidding yourself, realizing you will have to give up this nonsense tomorrow and get honest.
4. Send a lovely woman on a sober scavenger hunt for her "hen party."
5. Go to that special spiritual musical realm and remember where it takes you... and why you go there. Haunting dream memories return, walking on a water bridge, sitting with coffee overlooking foggy cliffs, seals at the beach, everything in one swift heartbeat, swirling in tones, multitudes of moments, in one.
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