Wtf did i click on i came here for the choacalt

#Wtf did i click on i came here for the choacalt series#

It was like living in the scenes and spontaneously creating a personal history for myself that is informed by my real life but filtered through the background that is put in place for the character. Because when you do long-form scene improv that is not gunning for funny, you are improvising and experiencing emotions relative to the scenes and they are driven by real feelings happening in the moment with no script.

#Wtf did i click on i came here for the choacalt series#

The project I was working on is an episode of a new Joe Swanberg series and it is entirely improvised. DoesnвЂ™t matter (kinda does).ДЄmazing things happened in Chicago, people! Despite what anyone may think, I am a pretty insecure guy in some ways.

WeвЂ™ll see what happens in terms of her wearing them. They seem inferior but I really liked them. I bought her a wool hat and fingerless gloves (and a trip). Like Sarah gave me a Filson leather duffle bag. None of it matters unless you get an amazing gift. I hate having to live through someone pretending that the gift I got was a good one. I understand the joy of giving but sometimes I give the wrong thing and obsess about that. IвЂ™ll do the important ones-like the woman in my life but it just drops off after that. I donвЂ™t come from a big gift giving family but thatвЂ™s really no excuse. I do know that I am much too anxious to deal with getting presents and I guess thatвЂ™s just the way I am. Or thereвЂ™s been a spousal shift or change or it arrived in the wrong box and I opened it by accident. Maybe their kids have grown up to the point where I donвЂ™t recognize them anymore. I donвЂ™t get cards or gifts, really, for anyone. Go with what you go with but try to not ruin everything. On Thursday, New Years Eve, I have a lighter, shorter chat with the hilarious Bill Buur and then we are going to run highlights of some big happenings from 2015. Today I have a deep talk about love and relationships from someone who earned his wisdom the hard way, Neil Strauss. The crawl through the sludge of experience to maturity where you walk with a little more difficulty but each step carries the weight of everything that you are. Thankfully, new experiences can be deeper because of those years, that slow emergence out of who you were as kid. It gets a bit more challenging to feel alive like you did when you were young and stupid. This is what happens when the years fly by. Great times donвЂ™t have the bittersweet resonance of heartache until they get so far away that even remembering them is a little painful. There were some parties and near death calls in cars and some small victories. Some of the trauma leads to me being who I am and I am honestly not sure I could identify a good time during my adolescence. Though a lot of who I am came out of mistakes and missteps and feeling embarrassed and awkward. I like the feel-good kind but I tend towards the painful ones. How many memories are hard and painful verses the ones that are fun and feel-good. I think there is a lot to be learned from what memories surface and what memories you hang on to. I had some odd realization based on some of the memories that would flash by me when I was around these places. I went by my elementary schools, the synagogue I was bar mitzvahed in, the place I worked in high school, my high school, the house I actually grew up in and The Frontier Restaurant on Central Ave, where I learned to think. It had its own bathroom and shag carpeting. I went by the first house my family lived in when we moved to NM in вЂ™72. I took a tour of some of the places that defined my childhood but I've rarely returned to them. Maybe that will change but I donвЂ™t think I can force it by running away. IвЂ™d like to think that I would write a book or come up with some new creative direction and do something amazing but I should know by now that inspiration seizes me in crisis, never in peace. Or I would wander around the town just stopping in places with the desperate need to talk-to anyone. If I went somewhere with few-to-zero distractions I would fall down into myself and maybe never get out. IвЂ™m already lost in my head a good part of the time. I was in Santa Fe for four days and as beautiful as it is, I would really need to make some personal changes to live there, even part time.

The difference between fantasizing and actually doing can be immense. I was fantasizing about perhaps moving off the grid into the hills somewhere outside of Santa Fe. I spent some time in New Mexico over the holidays. If you make it through, you get to start another.