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Full Frontal Comedy

Monday, December 10th, 2007

When it comes to embracing my passion, it is a no-brainer for me. Comedy is my bread and butter. I am looking for new and exciting places to perform and get this off the ground floor. It is going to take a massive commitment from me to pour all my heart into it, but I know it will be worth it in the long run. If I can successfully accomplish this goal of making a living from telling jokes and just clowning around onstage, I believe it will allow me to do so much more in addition. I need to do this. This is not just a want, but it is a must. There is no other reason to live as far as I am concerned. If I do not go after this goal whole-heartedly, then I have failed my reason for existence.

I do my own thing up there on the stage and I am outside what anyone would expect. I am still working to perfect my craft and be able to go for more than 20 minutes at a time. One liners are hard to memorize. But I find it is easier to put them into little stories or relatable categories and just flow from there. I take Jerry Seinfeld’s advice to leave the audience gasping for breath…because of the laughter, or maybe the laughing gas. I truly feel more alive when I do that than any other time and time seems to stand still. Writing a joke and performing it is one of my greatest joys and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I believe you know it when you have found your passion. For me, it is unquestionable.

I study comedians religiously and I know what works and what doesn’t. I know the whole format. I understand what audiences are looking for. I can market myself to a certain crowd, one who has intelligence, humor, and a bit of sarcasm left in them. I know the value of laughter. It is worth more than any money I will ever make. But it would certainly be great to do what I love and make enough money to go around. I am setting this intention in stone, putting it on my wall or on my laptop’s screensaver and reviewing how I can get closer to it every day. My mission is now in motion.

I put this on hold for awhile as I dealt with a health problem I was having as a result of the brain tumor I suffered with five years ago. But I learned something in this experience. I can’t let anything hold me back. I can’t let anything, no matter how debilitating, obstruct my dreams. I have a unique story to tell, one from the eyes of a survivor, and one that bears repeating. And it is always better to tell a story with humor and possibly some exaggerations, purely for comic effect. Whether it be a white lie about my lactose intolerant milkman, or a funny story about how my Amish friend never calls me anymore, it is a fun ride worth enduring. And I invite you to take your passion into full gear this week as well. What other reason do you have for getting out of bed every morning? To get the daily news?

Hello World!

Friday, May 25th, 2007

I thought I would pay homage to my first ever blog post, entitled, Hello, World! Although it was an automatic post brought on by Wordpress, a way to get myself started on this blog, I am thankful for it, as it propelled me into the blogging world. Blogging is something many people do, but so few do it effectively. I am not one of the people who truly blogs effectively, because if I did, I would be making a decent income at it. I don’t know if making money blogging is something I seriously want to do anymore, mostly because I feel like there is more out there for me. You know, like blogging would be somehow limiting my abilities. So, this is more of a side project now, rather than a full-fledged ordeal. It is something I enjoy doing and will continue to do for the remainder of my life. How long it will be, I do not know, but getting somewhere in the range of 10,000 posts seems like a solid goal. Ten thousand quality posts that is.

Recently, I entered a comedy contest in my home city and placed in the top four and made it to the finals. I am looking forward to putting my comedy on in the next two weeks, when the finals are held. If I win, I get to emcee at the comedy club for a whole week, which means I will have to request that whole week off from work, but comedy is my dream and selling groceries is definitely nowhere near where I see myself in five, ten, and fifteen years from now. I have to get myself in tip-top shape for this competition, and it will take the best of my memory skills to pull off a victory, as I have no idea who I will be competing against, as more than half of the competitors were in a previous preliminary round. It is an endeavor worth fighting for, I believe. If I bring my A game, rather than my B or C game, I am quite sure I can place in the top three, if not win the whole thing. I just have to count on an audience as generous as last Monday. I also have to make sure I feel as good as I did when I went the previous time. I am starting to juice vegetables today and tomorrow, and throughout the next couple of weeks to boost my energy for the stage. To me, there is almost nothing better than getting a laugh from over one hundred people. Maybe winning the Powerball jackpot, but even if I won that, what would I do with all that money?

I am planning a voyage back to college next semester as well,and that will certainly eat up a lot of my plate, in terms of time and effort. Maybe it is still a good idea to go into teaching and do comedy on the side, but I am not completely sure. All I know is that I enjoy mathematics and I enjoy comedy, and I think I could teach mathematics to people in a funny way, a way that would allow them to remember it. I mean, in a perfect world, there would be a job for a mathematical comedian, but most people do not want to do equations while in a nightclub. I can see it now, me up there with a chalkboard, explaining that you cannot get blood from a stone, mathematically, that is, and most likely logically as well.

The only downside to working in a real comedy club is the smoke. I am adversive to smoking, I never lived in a household where anyone smoked while I was there, so spending over three and a half hours in a smoke-filled environment had some adverse effects on me the next day, but if I do not do it very frequently, and if I make a strong commitment to move back up to the northeast or to California, where smoking is no longer permitted in nightclubs, at least in most of them, I will be able to thrive as a comic anytime. I had bloodshot eyes the next day and the scratchiest throat I can remember. I will definitely have to take care of my self from a holistic standpoint if I want this comedy thing to really catch on. I have to have an immune system that could take down Hitler if he was a germ. George Carlin has some unorthodox ways to better your immune system. He says that, as a child, he swam in raw sewage, which is why he never contracted polio. Pretty intriguing if you ask me. If you ask someone else, that person is entitled to his/her opinion.

Comedy gives me a rush that only a true comedian can really understand. You cannot just imagine what it would feel like, you actually have to do it. If you do not do it, you will never get the feeling of being up there onstage, telling jokes to people you will probably never see again, unless you are really good. I’m sure other types of performers can say the same. Motivational speakers, musical performers, and everything else that gets up on a stage and starts spewing out whatever he/she wants to say. Because I am able to get up there, even if I would fail, I still take the experience at face value, evaluate it, and move on. The building blocks of success include failure, and I believe that getting through the stumbling blocks in unfamiliar fashion (i.e. pressing on, even when everyone tells you you’re crazy) will build character and allow for you to blossom at the end. Remember the story about the ugly duckling? He was ridiculed his whole life, until one day he became more beautiful than anything anyone would ever imagine. And this is my goal. And I am not just going to do comedy. I plan to inspire as well. Be a humorous inspirational speaker who motivates as well as demotivates in a humorous fashion.

I know that this will be hard work, but it is so worth it. If I can be one of those comics who has a show almost every night, is making a decent living, and has enjoyable relationships with family, friends, and other comedians/performers, I believe I may be the happiest person alive. It is something to strive for, but I will not rush myself. I still have to enjoy myself in the present. I will go at the pace I need to to feel happy and succeed in the fashion I feel is right. It is something all of us have at one point. A dream. It may not be as big as Martin Luther King’s dream, or Ghandi’s dream, but a dream that will fulfill us and make the world a better place is certainly worth going for, don’t you think?

Weeding Your Garden

Saturday, February 3rd, 2007

I say I want to get rid of the proverbial weeds in my life, the things I have allowed to manifest in a way that I did not want. It is a kind of de-cluttering that allows me to become where I want to be. If you don’t tend to your garden, weeds will form. It is through clearing these weeds that you allow for growth of positive things to happen. I’ll give a concrete example:

If you neglect your health for about a year, not eating healthy, not exercising, you will most likely gain weight and this neglecting of your health “garden” creates the weeds of being overweight and unhealthy. These weeds do not need any attention given to them to grow, they just grow if you neglect the primary focus you should be working on. Because you are not attending to your health, the negative consequences will override any headway you had made in the past, constricting the life you previously wanted to live.

In front of our house, where I am currently stationed (living), there are now weeds that have come up from underneath the pine strawl, and even though nothing is really supposed to grow there, they always find a way to sneak up, progressively through the seasons. Every now and then, I have to go out there and pull these weeds to sustain the beauty of the front of our house. If I don’t do this, the weeds will only get bigger and bigger and eventually become so massive it will take all my strength just to pull one of them out. It is the same with the weeds in my life or your life, or anyone’s life.

The first section of my life that I am proceeding to weed are my limiting beliefs. I try to keep conscious control of my thoughts at all times, but we all know how challenging this can be. My thoughts and your thoughts dictate our beliefs. If you believe that something is not possible, then there is no real reason to attempt doing it. Every thought is a belief. Every thought is a choice. Therefore, every belief is a choice. I hope you get the logic there. So, by changing my thoughts about certain areas of my life, I can change my beliefs to be congruent with the person I strive to be, where anything is possible. It is just a journey to get to that point, but an enjoyable one at the least. But by examining what may very well be false assumptions about reality or what I am capable of, I can weed those areas of my life, and open myself up to a whole new arena of possibilities. And so can anyone.

If I have a belief that I am bad with money, every time I see money or think about money, I will think that if I were to acquire money in some way, I would use it foolishly. But if I examine that belief and see that it exists only in my own mind and in the past, which is no indication of the now or the future, as current events and future events don’t necessarily have anything to do with past events, I can consciously change these beliefs to a more favorable disposition. It may take a lot of conscious effort, but it will be worth it.

This can apply to any part of your life, as I have been finding out. With spirituality, a couple of years ago, I was not even interested remotely in anything spiritual, but ever since I have been working on myself voraciously, I see that living just for this lifetime and not for eternity is something that is a bit short-sighted, so I am starting to adopt a very spiritual compartment in my life, as I have now awakened the spirit within. I had to get past a wall of limiting beliefs, such as, “There is no proof that there is life after death,” but if there isn’t, then what is the point of life? To live, then die? If that’s the case, I still would be better assuming that there is life after death because if not, I would never know that I was wrong, as I would cease to exist.

Some people think if they ignore a certain problem, it will go away, but that is not the case. Ignoring the problem just creates more problems, and more weeds in that particular garden. Once you finally decide to confront the problem, there will be too many weeds/obstacles in the way for you to grow, unless you spend a substantial amount of time weeding. So it is probably better to start weeding out your mind, body, and spirit as soon as possible, to get everything in order, for a simpler, more focused life.

One issue I have been having with regards to this is the place I have for human relationships and relating to other people, because I often find their problems insignificant compared to what could be happening to them. I guess I have a slightly different perspective, surviving brain cancer and all. I am not saying I am superior to these other people, just that I understand things a bit better. When someone complains about their domineering boss or their headache, I feel like they’re wasting their time complaining about such trivial things, and that they should be more focused on other things, like finding meaningful work to do, or examining the cause of their so-called problems. I don’t want to tell them that people are suffering far worse than them in third-world countries, because that will only give them a temporary sense of gratitude before they slump back down to feeling depressed. I could say something like this, “Well, sure, your boss may be a total jerk, but look at you! You are alive! Don’t you find that amazing? You are living! Alive and well! You are capable of anything, everything is possible, so just think about that for a minute and then we’ll see how you feel.”

Maybe the reason I am not developing many meaningful relationships is I am looking in the wrong place. I need to weed the garden of finding people to hang out with that are supportive, constructive, and funny. The latter is probably the most important, but the two former are also qualities I look for. It can be very frustrating to find these ’eagles.When I overcame cancer, it was like, I can do anything, I can be anything, this experience changed me permanently. But some people still view me the same way as I used to be, introverted, shy, timid, but now I am becoming more of the opposite. In the Deep South now, I find it much more cumbersome to come across someone in a high state of consciousness, but I’ll keep looking. It is not that I feel superior to the people vibrating at a low level, it is just I have nothing in common with those people, except we both recognize the weather as either nice or terrible.

In a quest for equanimity , it is a long and arduous journey and weeding the parts of my life I find need some tending to will ultimately help me get closer to where I want to be. It is a both challenging and rewarding task that I feel I am up to, as long as I don’t give up. So, what weeds are in your garden that you have been neglecting for some time now? Perhaps you are a tad overweight or feel like you should consider spirituality as a part of your life? Or maybe you need to develop better money literacy (I’m guilty of this one.). Whatever it may be, know in your heart, in your soul, that educating or changing yourself for the better is never a bad decision.

Paycheck to Paycheck

Monday, January 22nd, 2007

People who live paycheck to paycheck, I feel you.  People who can’t make ends meet, people who try and “make a dollar out of fifteen cents,” (thanks Tupac) and people who feel victimized by their poverty, I know where you’re coming from.  Living paycheck to paycheck is miserable.  Knowing that if you got hurt or could not work for one week, you’d be out on the streets to fend for yourself.  It’s how most of America lives.  I have been hearing something about how the middle class is disappearing in America and it’s very sad.  I just wish this was not an occurence in today’s world, where the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. 

People who have all the money are usually reluctant to give it away to people who need it more.  There are exceptions, but most rich people hoard every penny they have, while most poor people have to do the same because they have hardly anything.  “All men are created equal” is a big joke.  We all know it.  With very few exceptions, the rich stay rich and the poor stay poor.  It’s just the way it has always been.  Sure, there are some rags to riches stories, and even some riches to rags stories, but I believe poverty and wealth is just as much about the mindset as it is the amount in  your bank account.

The mindset of wealth is you have more than enough.  You have tenfold or more what you need in this life.  You have no real worries about any sort of financial situation, unless it involves putting your investments in the right company.  I mean, if you were to just let the money sit in a checking account, you could live out the rest of your years without any real concern about losing your house or your car, or even your sense of financial security.

The scarcity mindset is always, “I don’t have enough to scrape by.  I need more money.  I don’t have enough.  I’m going to lose the house/apartment.  Whenever I get ahead, I always fall back.  How come I can’t save any money?”  The thoughts you have about money bring to you the money you attract.

Then there’s the whole perception of money as good or bad.  Some people view rich people as dishonorable people, people who walked over at least ten other people just to amass the fortune they have today.  There are the people who say that money makes you more of who you already are.  If you’re a good and honorable person, wealth is a good thing.  If you’re a terrible, kniving, backstabbing greedmonger, then the more money you have, the more greedy you’ll get.

Another distortion some people have is that money will make them happy.  Like as soon as they get a certain amount of money, happiness will follow.  People who are hoping for a miracle, for a million dollars to just fall into their lap and they can finally relax and be happy.  Some of the people who play the lottery fall into this category.  Not all of them, but some.  It would be nice, but having that sum of money is not something I need to make me happy.  It may increase my happiness, but it will not make me happy.

Money is neither good or bad in itself.  And it’s quite useful if you need to solve certain problems.  It’s a great resource from where it works, and it’s immensely beneficial to getting you out of debt.  That should be obvious.  It’s a powerful tool that can be used for good or evil.  It has a great potential and can grow beyond your wildest dreams.  But how much do we actually need?

I’m not sure.  I am not a financial expert.  I do not write books about how making millions of dollars will improve your life significantly.  I’m not going to say that.  If you’re happy now, then hopefully money will only increase your happiness.  If you’re sad now and you inherit one million dollars, it may get you happy for a little while, but who knows if you can maintain that sort of happiness? 

I am on my way to achieving financial abundance in my life.  All it is going to take is for me to align my beliefs with that of a millionaire who is honorable.  Someone who uses his/her money for good purposes, and doesn’t just buy a f*cking blimp for $12 million.  My first thought of me being wealthy is to go into small towns and randomly give away $10,000 or so dollars to random people, people who need the money, people who have to realize that kindness goes a long way.  One visualization I get is me sitting at a restaurant and leaving a $10,000 tip on the table and walking out of the restaurant.  Just imagine what that would do to the waiter/waitress who was at my table?  Just showing people that being wealthy is all about attitude and mindset.

There is nothing that would fulfill me more than doing something like that, along with motivational type speeches, with much humor injected of course.  Seeing the look on people’s faces when you hand them an unexpected sum of money.  I’m sure the press will catch wind of this so I may have to go undercover.  With all the money I’m planning to have, it should not be a big problem to concoct a sufficient disguise.  I’ll be the Master of Disguise (one of the worst movies ever).

Getting to a state of financial abundance is something I wouldn’t mind doing.  I’m working towards it every day and the process is so enriching, so motivating, because I know that with the money I have, I can change people’s lives for the better (hopefully).  I’m going to look to give the money or advice to good people so they can also do the same good to other people if they ever achieve a state of financial abundance.  Isn’t that what life is all about anyway?  Being the best person you can be and helping others do the same.  Well, wish me luck.  I hope the same happens for you.

Banks Are a Pain in the Ass

Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007

Banks are a pain in the ass. There. I said it. First of all, they’re never open. Second of all, they put you through an obstacle course just to activate your debit card, then you have to verify all this information, followed by a bunch of more bullshit. The Patriot Act really screwed us over. Now you need two forms of government I.D., a driver’s license (which I do not possess), and a social security card (which I also do not possess). It’s not that I really care because I know my money is safe at home, but I find it rather cumbersome to store my money in a place where I could easily access it at home. It’s not like my bank is giving me much interest, less than inflation in fact.

What do I care about money anyway? Sure, it would be nice to have a lot, but it’s not a necessity. I could live perfectly fine on less money than most people make. It’s not like I need a Dolby surround sound system with speakers so loud they would make a deaf man scared (because of the vibration). All we need to do is provide for the basic necessities: food, water, and if you’re so inclined, shelter. Maybe some furniture, a bed even. But you can get used things like that at rock-bottom prices. It’s not like you have to make $100,000 a year just to break even.

Then there’s credit cards. People spending money they don’t have. Isn’t that a joke? Everyone says you have to build credit. Build credit? Pay back what I borrow. My grandfather said that I should use my credit card and then pay it back, even though I have the money for it. He told me if I ever wanted a house and a subsequent loan, I would need good credit. I believe credit cards are one of the worst things ever to hit the free world. It’s the instant gratification that makes almost everything meaningless. Here’s why. If you want something really bad as a child, you would save for it. After weeks or months of saving, you would go and buy whatever it was you wanted. The saving and anticipation is what made the item more pleasurable. Now, with credit cards, you can have almost anything you want, at any time, with hardly and consequences. Sure, you may have to make a small payment on it, but you’re never going to have to pay for whatever is in full.

The only reason I would ever use a credit card would be for an emergency where I did not have other forms of currency at my disposal. It’s a safety net, yet I see so many people buying groceries with their credit card. Wouldn’t you think that groceries are a number one priority, not something you throw on the back burner and use a credit card on. I don’t know how extensive their poverty is and it is a shame if they have no money to buy groceries, but I’m sure most of these people spent their real money on some sort of extracurricular activity, meaning something not necessary.

I am not a big spender. I’m not cheap, either, but I just think there are so many valuable things that are free. If I can get better enjoyment out of reading an online article or getting some exercise, then why would I go out and spend ten dollars on a movie that is sure to be bad? I mean, stockpiling money is not something I plan on doing completely, but it is nice to have extra funds in the bank if I ever do slip up and want the new Aaron Carter CD. At least I’ll know I can afford it without succumbing to the credit card, the leech of life. I may even stop carrying my wallet like Kramer. When asked how he pays for things, he responds, “Oh, I get by.”

I’ll never forget when I tried to go back to college last semester, I was out of money because my financial aid package sucked, so I was forced to use my credit card for books, but my credit card was declined. I waited in a line twenty people long to be told I cannot buy these pieces of paper held together by a “spine.” I was mystified that my credit limit was only $250. Now it’s higher, but it was funny how useless it was there, just sitting in my pocket.

For the most part, I use cash. It’s the best way to pay. There is no tracking by the government, and there are certainly no problems with activation. I just give it to the cashier and I get change back. I store the change in a jar on my dresser. Eventually, I’ll cash it all in at the bank. I just don’t want to have to roll them all myself. I’m certainly not going to a Coinstar. I don’t want 8.9 percent of my hard-earned change being taken away. I’ve been picking up a lot of change lately, that I’ve found. And on the manifestation front, a woman gave me ten dollars for helping her catch the guy who stole her purse. So doing good does pay, sometimes. I’m thinking of placing an “I work for tips” sticker on my shirt when I go to work, even though they have a strict policy against tipping. I still take what people give, though, because I deserve it. If I didn’t deserve it, then they wouldn’t be giving it to me.

When and if I ever get my own place, I’m pretty sure I’ll give the banks the snub. As it is a safe place to keep my valuable, I can think of an even safer place: my home in an undisclosed location, kept away where no one will ever find it, except me. The coolest thing I’ve ever seen used as a piggy bank was a Barbasol can (shaving cream), and it was specially made just to conceal money in it. The only real problem with that is if I’m living with other people, someone may throw it away by mistake, and there goes my fortune. But I’m not that concerned about it anyway. It pales in comparison to the fortune in my head. There is no bank that could contain that information.