Building New Neuro-Bridges

Yeah, yeah, yeah: it took me very little time to break my “every Tuesday” promise. At least I had a slightly better excuse for August 6th: I was still happily overdosing on Olympics coverage.* Last week’s hiatus was nothing more than that old perfectionism:

I’ve already fucked up, so I’d better have something SUPER awesome or insightful to say for this “relaunch post”!

(And of course, I didn’t have anything super-awesome to say…)

DAMN, that self-critical voice is a vicious bitch.

Generated by OpenArt. Prompt: “inner self-critical voice”

And no, I absolutely do NOT pretend to have something super-awesome to say on THIS Tuesday night. (Spoiler alert!!!) I’m just leaning into the discomfort and writing anyways. So here we go!…

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Either-Or

I don’t know if I’ve talked about it here on JALC, but there was a stretch of time during my Philly years that I became a low-grade devotee of short-form improv. All of which is a somewhat pretentious way to say I took a few classes, did a few student shows, and attended the occasional improv “playdate” with other amateurs who just wanted to keep to fun of the practice going.

But one of the reasons I’m drawn towards the more pretentious phrasing around being a “devotee” is the way in which studying improv during those few years was absolutely transformational for my life, my career, and my psychological health. This is not hyperbole: legit transformed.

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