It saddens me that so many people can hate so much & spew that racist hatred about POTUS on Twitter. This morning I read far too many Tweets from TV viewers who were upset with President Obama for interrupting their Sunday football game. And how dare he want to bring solace to a mourning community & country – when the Patriots are playing! I just don’t get it.
There was a terrible tragedy in Newtown, CT – a mass shooting – & the lives lost there & the lives affected by this massacre are not even registering on these sports enthusiasts’ minds. WTF?!
If you’re gonna be mad, be mad about the killings. Be angry that the laws are too lax or aren’t being enforced, allowing someone with mental problems to obtain guns. Be angry that assault weapons are for sale to the public! There is no reason for anyone to need an assault rifle that fires over 100 rounds/minute. Instead of just talking about gun laws, people, let’s do something. C’mon Congress… you can do this.
Our third Life with Laughter show at The Garage, 715 Bryant @ 5th Sts., SF. With storyteller Baruch Porras-Hernandez, feature comedian Kristee Ono, musician Tom Rhodes, headliner Reggie Steele, & your co-hosts morgan & me. Hope to see you there!!
Once again, insomnia rears its nasty head. I just talked about these sleepless nights with my doctor and she said, Don’t do that. Think she meant don’t take naps during the day. And probably, don’t allow your cat to get you up in the middle of the night to be fed.
Only this time, it was me just waking up. Not the cat. In fact, I woke her up.
I try to go back to sleep but it doesn’t always work. So then I get up and write or read or play on the computer. Tonight I did all three.
Well… cheerio. WTF? Who says cheerio at 2am? I heard it on NCIS tonight and it stuck in my head. ‘night.
Can’t sleep. Hungry. Thinking about the night’s events & how I made people laugh – even when I wasn’t feeling particularly up, myself. But laughter is good medicine. Somebody said that once. Think it was a section in Reader’s Digest from my yout(h).
Just got a wrong number phone call & the man said, I’m very, very, very sorry. And he sounded it, too. I wanted to hug the guy. It’s okay, it happens. But I did appreciate his politeness.
Reminded me of how I always say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not knowing what to do. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I’m sorry I can’t pay you back right now. I’m sorry for being me. Not the highest self-esteem on the block, have I?
But it makes me wonder why I’m always sorry. It’s got to be some issue from childhood. Don’t you think? I’m no psychotherapist but I’ve been to enough to know this sort of thing starts early.
Yeah, go ahead, Loren. Blame it on your parents. They did the best they knew how.
I know. I’m sorry.
Don’t let it happen again.
And don’t write posts when you haven’t had much sleep, cause they’re neither insightful or funny. They really are gonna lock you up someday & throw away the key.
I know. I’m….
Can’t sleep. The desk lamp & computer screen hurt my eyes. All kinds of feelings coming up, but i prefer to focus on the 1 1/2 avocados rotting away in the fridge. I tried to eat them but they got ripe too fast. Is that a metaphor for something in my life? Aging avocados… you are a mystery. Avocado… why don’t you come to your senses? And let somebody eat you before it’s too late.
Life with Laughter, a new monthly variety show debuts this Thurs. 10/18, 8:30pm at The Garage, 715 Bryant @ 5th Sts., SF.
Please tell your friends & come out to this amazing lineup of performers!
Today is Margaret Shaw’s birthday. You may not know her, but I grew up with her in NJ. I think it’s one of those landmark birthdays. Because she’s 3 years older than me & I’m, well… let’s just leave it at that. Happy Birthday Margaret Shaw!
You were like my big sister. You introduced me to Janis Joplin’s music & taught me it’s okay to ‘tell’ my mother I’m going to walk all the way to Buxton’s for ice cream, & not ‘ask’ like a little girl. And then on that walk, you explained to me what 69 meant.
Your boyfriend gave me my first ride on a motorcycle! What a thrill to go zooming up Route 10, holding him so tight I was practically sitting in his lap. Who knew, years later, I’d have my own bike?
Where are you now, Margaret? You’ve had a hard life. Alcohol, drugs, abusive relationships. Remember when you were in school in NYC & I took the bus in to visit you? We saw “Fiddler on the Roof” alongside a bunch of nuns & later had beers at Your Father’s Mustache in the Village. I wasn’t even legal then.
Then my family moved to CT & we didn’t see each other for a long time. You moved to CA. And when I made the move to San Francisco, I stayed with you that first week. You introduced me to the city & we both learned what our adult versions were like. You had a psychic friend come to the apt. & she said some things that years later really did come true. Of course, some didn’t, but the stuff that did was spot on! I live a block from your old apt. bldg. – & she’d predicted I’d settle in this neighborhood.
Good times, Margaret. I wish you all the best for a happy, healthy birthday. I miss you, my friend. I hope you are well. xol
This post is about trying, risking, putting yourself out there. It’s what we do when we have something to say.
What do I have to say? Well… I’m crazy about comedy. Some people may say I’m just crazy, period. But we’re not here to judge.
I love it – comedy. It’s so fulfilling, so gratifying & at the same time, scary as hell. You ever stare down a drunken heckler in a bar who thinks he’s helping make your set better?! You ever perform in front of 2 people – neither of whom speaks or fully understands English? It’s not pretty, is it?
But when it works, it’s magic, people. For a comedian to make someone laugh is the guts & soul of why we do what we do. When I worked at B. Dalton’s, my greatest pleasure was finding the book someone requested – even if they only knew “the cover was purple.” I could help someone. And while not brain surgery or even close, it brought me satisfaction to fill someone else’s needs. The same can be said for stand-up.
When my quirky sense of humor causes someone to laugh, it’s the greatest feeling in the world. Okay, maybe not the greatest feeling, but it’s in the top 5. Right up there with sex, ice cream & flat, smooth stones you find at the beach. It’s a rush. And it’s taken me years – years, I tell ya – to acknowledge & accept I can do this.
That’s where the risk part comes in. Cause you don’t know if you don’t try. And it took having breast cancer for me to finally admit, Hey, I think I can do this comedy thing.
So now I’m doing it. I’m a comedian. And I gotta say, it may have taken me a long time to get here, but I’m so glad I made the journey.
Yes, Loren Kraut here. My first website – much thanks to Phil Johnson for his post on How to Build a Comedian Website! I couldn’t have done it without you.
Welcome to my comedy world…