Archive for March, 2012

Judge Not Lest Ye be Judged

So a friend of mine had an interesting idea for a series of shorts.   The premise:  We hang out on Venice beach people watching and make snap judgements about people then ask them if we were right.  I know, sounds like major fun right?  It was.   Venice beach has to be on the top ten list of best places on earth to people watch.  Especially on a Saturday afternoon where the balance between crazy and sane, rich and poor,  bad-ass and non-bad ass is in perfect harmony.

Venice beach has whatever you need.  Both in the way of people and chatskis. Trying to guess every detail about a person by just looking at them is incredible fun but also speaks volumes to how we perceive each other and societal norms.  It’s one thing to be an investment banker. It’s another thing all together to look like one.  Would you want people to know your profession, likes and dislikes just by looking at you?   On the plus side you would not throw people any curveballs and people would walk into any interaction with you with a bit of a heads up.  You could even screen out people by basically broadcasting who you are prior to any words being exchanged.

The downside is you would be living in a box and you would never surprise anyone.

SURPRISED PERSON: With that neck tatoo, I wouldn’t have pegged you for a horticulturist.  That’s cool.  What’s that? You also love Norah Jones?  Right on!

I’m sure some people dress and groom with no second thought as to what it says about them as a person.  I used to be that way but then I realized i needed to steer crowds into a way of thinking whilst I walked on the stage and before I uttered a word.

Race also played a role.  We assumed every Indian was in medicine or tech support.  I know, that’s hella wrong.  Remember these were knee jerk judgements.  Marketing and the segments marketing has created has subconsciously permeated both our individual and collective psyches.  We leave the house with a focus on maintaining our brand.  How many people dress completely different from day to day?  Tomorrow go completely against type and then the next dress exactly the way people in your profession, hood, social order dress.

Mix it up folks.  Because we guessed right an alarmingly high number of times.   And when we were wrong it was rewarding in a different way.  Being stumped just confirms that it’s still important to actually get to know someone.

So put a book cover on your “book” and make folks read your insides to learn your story.

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Impressively Unimpressive (a very funny blog)

the great spaghetti save of '09About 3 times a day, I do something that would be slightly impressive if anyone were present but isn’t monumental enough to actually call someone up and share it with them.  Like when the soap slips out of my hand in the shower and I catch it with my other hand.  Or I drop a mug in my kitchen and break it’s fall with my foot ala a hackie sack ball and the mug emerges unscathed.

Never mind that it’s usually carelessness or clumsiness that sets up these semi-semi-death defying feats.  I like to focus on my cat like reflexes on the back end and not my two left hands on the front end.  It’s like I’m the person at the hospital who pulls the plug on a patient just to play hero and bring them back from the brink with CPR.  Except, usually no one’s there to see my feats or pat me on the back — So I’m not “creating” these scenarios to garner praise from others.  That’s what my blog is for. :-)

So, I experienced unwarranted delight when I dropped a napkin in Starbucks while writing with another comic, caught the napkin between my thumb and index finger just before if touched the floor and my friend said, “Nice catch.”

If he only knew the half of it.  It would’ve been too braggadocios to tell him about the time the pot slipped out of my hands while straining spaghetti and I adjusted the colander underneath with one hand while barely clutching the massive spaghetti pot with the other hand and didn’t loose a single noodle.  No, I’ll take that to the grave.

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