Sunday, December 7, 2008

Too much

I woke up in a weird mood today—moody and angsty and annoyed. Which, thanks to The Wonderful World Of Modern Anti-Depressants, is fairly rare these days despite wicked SAD.  (Pissy, yes—pensive, not so much.)

Ever want/need to do so much it's immobilizing? 

On the list now: 
  • Be better at my job—the real, I-9-requiring, mortgage paying one. Put more insight into strategies, more passion into the creative, more empathy and compassion into the management part. 
  • Figure out how to take Exit 16 to the next level. Upcoming challenge—the biggest alumni show ever. Last year had 30 people. How the hell am I going to make sure they all look good and have fun and entertain the audience this year? 
  • Ditto with the Corbin shows. We've got the audience now—and it's nearly effortless. Exit 16 is in. Fakers are in. We played our first show with a third troupe—Rubber Biscuits—last night, and it worked. So what makes this a destination show for improvisers who don't know the kids on stage?
  • Help turn Tantrum into the troupe to see in KC. Yeah, it's an audacious goal. But this cast is crazy-experienced. Michael and I are heading up the marketing effort (everyone will be involved, but we're on point to organize it)—how do we go beyond the usual to not only keep our base but build a new crowd?
  • Forget about improv for the majority of the time and get better at being a real person. This pops up every now and then. Honestly, I think this is the one that gives me the most trouble. 


  1. #5 will be difficult considering #2-4.

    Just an observation.

  2. I think the first one trumps the other four. Grand St. is hiring.


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