Someone flipped you off in traffic, your boss flipped out at you when you did something small that annoyed them, someone said something God-awful to you in a comment on social media, your partner blew up at you and stormed off after a stressful week.
Relax. You’re going to take it personally, but 9 times out of 10, It’s more about them than it is about you.
It’s easy to take the blame for something someone throws at you in a moment of frustration. It’s a common response to stress to project it onto other people. …
October 14, 2020
When I moved to New York 6 years ago, I had a notebook with 7 years worth of jokes in it that I’d been performing in Australia. None of them worked in New York. I flushed my notebook down the toilet at the Ludlow Hotel, blocked the toilet and fled as the water rose and flooded the bathroom. A worthy death for a such tired, dreadful material.
Over the following 3 years, I went out every night of the week, did 3–4 spots each night and worked up a new hour of material (ok, 35 minutes of actually decent material, 25 minutes of B and C-grade material.) …
A lot of people have asked me about my take on the President’s dubiously swift recovery; if I think (having had the virus) that it’s possible to recover within a few days, especially as a septuagenarian? Was it a political stunt to swing an election? Was he really sick?
My answer is probably disappointing, but my response is: “I don’t really know; I’m not a doctor, and I’m not prone having my sail raised so as to be ballooned by any wind of bullshit that comes by.” (to quote the late Hitch). Conspiracy theories are rife in the current climate, and I’m not inclined to stoke the fires of any. There are enough people on the internet doing that.
But as we roll ever closer to the precipice of oblivion, be sure to stay tuned for more rollicking mockery.
Every morning I take the dog out for a walk for an hour or so. No earbuds, no phone, just a book under my arm, a pencil in my pocket and a poop-bag in my hand.
Some of the best creative ideas I’ve ever had have come to me in these first hours after waking, watching my French Bulldog* puppy coerce a golden retriever thrice his size to wrestle. (he always loses.)
*We think he might be a mut.
My point is, I walk home with endless marginalia scribbled in the book, along with the flyleaf covered in other ideas that might be good for ‘when I get time.’ …
June 8, 2020
I just finished reading and re-reading Mason Currey’s fantastic book Daily Rituals: How Artists Work. I couldn’t put it down. I highly recommend it for any artist struggling to establish a daily routine in whatever your new normal looks like.
“ Routine , in an intelligent man , is a sign of ambition , ”
~W.H. Auden, 1958 .
I went through and highlighted something I found as a very interesting correlation across 400 years of the greatest writers, artists, poets, composers and other creative minds detailed in the book.
Sidenote: Many of them have a daily walk somewhere in their schedule, too, but that’s a less common detail. …
PLEASE NOTE: This is not professional medical advice. Call your doctor if you are experiencing symptoms.
Footnote: We have both since made a full recovery and went into full isolation once we were diagnosed. Please stay safe.
April 9, 2020
When I was a kid living in my Mum’s duplex in Perth, I would get $4.49 per week from my paper route. I probably should have been saving it, but as soon as that cash hit my palm I would jump on my bike and zoom down to the corner store to blow all of it on the latest issue of MAD (Okay, it was $2.95 (cheap!), but I blew the rest on sweet, sweet candy).
It was exhilarating as a kid to discover that there was a magazine that was not only full of the best cartoons I’d ever seen but was full of funny and wildly irreverent writing. There was nothing like it. …