The Flashdance approach

I watched the movie Flashdance a lot in my teens. I played the music a lot.  Well, everyone did for a while. We were maniacs, maniacs on the floor. Lately, I’ve been thinking a bit more than usual about the…

I watched the movie Flashdance a lot in my teens. I played the music a lot.  Well, everyone did for a while. We were maniacs, maniacs on the floor.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a bit more than usual about the universe, my place in it, and how much future I want to wait around for.

I like working on an idea over time, coming back to it with new interpretations or directions, updating it like a bird updates it’s nest when it finds a better twig than the weakest link.

As I observe life and media daily, I spot nods and like-minded ideas from all likelyhood of sources. I enjoy seeing in other people’s reactions, a moment of joy as they have that “get it” realization lightbulb moment.  Simultaniously, it’s a “I’ve been there” memory reminder.

In Flashdance, Alex observed everyone in that movie, and how they moved, and she created her own routine showcasing all those styles. I didn’t get that on the first viewing. It was a fun realization…

I think of it often when I am building my routines, because when I see an idea I’ve had used as a punchline on Late Night monologues, I share in that joy personally. It’s almost a Bingo Free Square.  I got the first share agnowlefgement that the idea was good, didn’t have to do anything or risk looking foolish or fear of failure. Somebody else got paid, lots of people laughed.  It’s all win in my final notes.


Depressing life update.  I am still almost the only one who knows of the shrinking of my petrsonal universe. I have humped the 3 and now think more olf how I will adapt and adjust to death, rather than just driving to the store to buy that elixur.  My joy goes up and down like a bungee.

 

[pause]  In the last few minutes, I started to go in Second life and get some B Roll photopgraphy of my on a bungee…  I got caught up making my swim shorts fit again.

It’s too much work.  Too many things to think for a day like this.

A long day… 4 days long.

 

I am salesman likeable.  Not go to Jamacai likeable.

I … naww… Llots to say… TRy sleep for a bit again.

 

2pm Sunday.