tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23097750468536634912024-03-18T21:02:40.575-07:00LOL, USATales from a traveling sketch comic.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-28989854638539589712008-05-02T13:34:00.000-07:002008-05-02T13:44:47.551-07:00Don't ForgetRemember, if you want to read my latest posts, you should be checking out <a href="http://www.teaandfood.blogspot.com">www.teaandfood.blogspot.com</a>, which I'm updating daily. If you want more travel tales of the LNP, you can read my book one day. I plan to call it "I Was a Teenage Sketch Comic, and then I Kept Doing Sketch Comedy."<br /><br />But in the spirit of food, here's a picture of a very strange place to eat:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPnyDipKQ_GN-ul0sghtvWuYOO1uSlgBLItaUrfWpUpXIXFgLiFrvoK38we40Xm3FZFI0i-PmX4PyGQ_mOZymOIaIUjakdN0UMQrsr8SXc-CwQ59BiD_H5XvJN-26l5rp8LUppGzZpKs_/s1600-h/P3300646.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPnyDipKQ_GN-ul0sghtvWuYOO1uSlgBLItaUrfWpUpXIXFgLiFrvoK38we40Xm3FZFI0i-PmX4PyGQ_mOZymOIaIUjakdN0UMQrsr8SXc-CwQ59BiD_H5XvJN-26l5rp8LUppGzZpKs_/s400/P3300646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195883623107675426" /></a><br /><br />Specials include "Raw Leg of Lamb Ripped from Your Opponent's Flock in the name of Odin."Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-30367498093351562622008-04-02T15:59:00.000-07:002008-04-03T09:36:45.982-07:00Wild Sage Growing in the WeedsHell is a strip mall. A travel plaza. Neither natural nor cosmopolitan, such places are horror in a Tim Horton mask.<br /><br />Yet in the worst places in America, where we spend most of our time on tour, I am still able to experience nature in raw and surprising ways. In the shadow of many a Motel 6, I’ve found deer, red fox, rabbits, hawks, and even coyote. Manhattan is a lost cause, but in these remaining scraps of greenery, the struggle for control has not yet been decided.<br /><br />This morning, with only an hour to spare, I went for a walk behind our Comfort Inn in Ohio. I took these pictures along an abandoned train track just a stone's throw from the hotel.<br /><br />A newly sprouted hayfield, furrows full of mud from the last snowfall. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5m98MOMkPvNKfaZRv1yYiYuW2u4MuJ1q8ZhHe6ufCxDCBd3Rj6gas6AW5ggzIJQ3Jp9-yWZahjWYH6fmVTrVCo3-5hDGU2cBwUpzytXDLRlwxrX_DadaL1JNlAkEquJfbSllQMC4qya18/s1600-h/P4020672.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5m98MOMkPvNKfaZRv1yYiYuW2u4MuJ1q8ZhHe6ufCxDCBd3Rj6gas6AW5ggzIJQ3Jp9-yWZahjWYH6fmVTrVCo3-5hDGU2cBwUpzytXDLRlwxrX_DadaL1JNlAkEquJfbSllQMC4qya18/s320/P4020672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184792955259557298" /></a><br /><br />Fruits on the fringes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1aNV78gA5uwWVnUXtjyQGoW__EpFXW6dSLqI4UwypgkmtOzwBmAekh3NDhSfbTJ7ysl1x3aNpiY_KHscFONRTmk33pO-6u80uHbu3i88Q7tKPAcMsNMIaK7-_MgfYjK185WDBXT5NpwC/s1600-h/P4020674.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1aNV78gA5uwWVnUXtjyQGoW__EpFXW6dSLqI4UwypgkmtOzwBmAekh3NDhSfbTJ7ysl1x3aNpiY_KHscFONRTmk33pO-6u80uHbu3i88Q7tKPAcMsNMIaK7-_MgfYjK185WDBXT5NpwC/s320/P4020674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184793436295894466" /></a><br /><br />A burrow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKaI6SU88LqBuXZhH5kHdDNIMb9iS8QdX1UBWC-VKyiWC9uQwgChyphenhyphenma1Xc_aVX5x52aF4CAMGa8CnD_oKJbEmO9d4atnT5zz9IG2iPHbUV_BK3I8BkVcktsNeLeJV0Vs8pNGFHdwLiJ-o/s1600-h/P4020675.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKaI6SU88LqBuXZhH5kHdDNIMb9iS8QdX1UBWC-VKyiWC9uQwgChyphenhyphenma1Xc_aVX5x52aF4CAMGa8CnD_oKJbEmO9d4atnT5zz9IG2iPHbUV_BK3I8BkVcktsNeLeJV0Vs8pNGFHdwLiJ-o/s320/P4020675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184794587347129810" /></a><br /><br />My favorite kind of ice. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcV8vmTlJc2qMmY4ANPhOfR301YOEVphOS0pPzb9bCuNr_xW1T2hmCWTCzhUgMa1JPQhc0rXmYaWmhUGoQaduRzczE_l5DlXIYjUQhj5Hf20-rylCnULrGW4VJ9jWNtao6bz6whpYOZ8UO/s1600-h/P4020677.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcV8vmTlJc2qMmY4ANPhOfR301YOEVphOS0pPzb9bCuNr_xW1T2hmCWTCzhUgMa1JPQhc0rXmYaWmhUGoQaduRzczE_l5DlXIYjUQhj5Hf20-rylCnULrGW4VJ9jWNtao6bz6whpYOZ8UO/s320/P4020677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185054334084290066" /></a><br /><br />My least favorite kind of ice. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpIVGkcz9trJSNKVuua0pHcnUmRjPLiGMFjuwg3IvCSedpkcKTLc4NSmwpo-CX2sMkxIvTUIA47HpOL-Fxavv9JX0b5OrwK4RYFZiVJKpi-v_6xhMuv6pmSwrL4FHyOolagCYfUf2OF_NF/s1600-h/P4020676.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpIVGkcz9trJSNKVuua0pHcnUmRjPLiGMFjuwg3IvCSedpkcKTLc4NSmwpo-CX2sMkxIvTUIA47HpOL-Fxavv9JX0b5OrwK4RYFZiVJKpi-v_6xhMuv6pmSwrL4FHyOolagCYfUf2OF_NF/s320/P4020676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185053161558218226" /></a><br /><br />In the puddle of a construction site, brave young shoots penetrate the ice. The mud was so thick that it took my shoe, and stepping out of it, I landed my sock into the freezing mush.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_cXJQ1AlumVtb3PIV6EW0UlnBgICkz50G5FGYF7UeI4qGF7I6Cs7POtgDZVniyDCdve6wJcS3jQFNgRfpsWfbaXPP0b9LB7WWFOAwFLz9uWerDRyyCSRa0AhWxpNcuIF9ZJaTwQHKX5p/s1600-h/P4020683.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_cXJQ1AlumVtb3PIV6EW0UlnBgICkz50G5FGYF7UeI4qGF7I6Cs7POtgDZVniyDCdve6wJcS3jQFNgRfpsWfbaXPP0b9LB7WWFOAwFLz9uWerDRyyCSRa0AhWxpNcuIF9ZJaTwQHKX5p/s320/P4020683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185053578170045954" /></a><br /><br />Yellow corn.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzqW5NdZDsq0s2uEuYbKtn1oZ7klhBJWVT1obgx3JZMN0EofD8Y_bJ19pgxkmiX6zO0mzEGrRjQVKZR3-O2RrmfpTPp0oqT-weZcoTflEyjV79LAg_KxBPboLR2JZk1usTXLCCiyX8_iRR/s1600-h/P4020693.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzqW5NdZDsq0s2uEuYbKtn1oZ7klhBJWVT1obgx3JZMN0EofD8Y_bJ19pgxkmiX6zO0mzEGrRjQVKZR3-O2RrmfpTPp0oqT-weZcoTflEyjV79LAg_KxBPboLR2JZk1usTXLCCiyX8_iRR/s320/P4020693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185056004826568242" /></a><br /><br />Red Corn.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlieBNwq295lqv87EWAVgWrlnD_zEN5E4LN6PlThkd6l47m5aWbt2ApgORkI9qWY0Wrl7y1Trk3hw9mR4Yd5pOfELNqkpatkLnfGbQyeZkMFz8k1tm8iitku2A9LxJsqmN8eqeRo7CmFW/s1600-h/P4020695.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlieBNwq295lqv87EWAVgWrlnD_zEN5E4LN6PlThkd6l47m5aWbt2ApgORkI9qWY0Wrl7y1Trk3hw9mR4Yd5pOfELNqkpatkLnfGbQyeZkMFz8k1tm8iitku2A9LxJsqmN8eqeRo7CmFW/s320/P4020695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185056601827022402" /></a><br /><br />Shotgun shell.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWM9IuQePdOtvw-vTIN2dmk8INdcZ_LV1k-KCSxgu221cedWuP7ZlaSsTIvcGf0II5gmOuA6pXkM3AbgW1-LWj3OgNXbtEp8fb5rDA-Mpz9M36EXyyyHyec0yq1XhufxyTIphTHMOeplcZ/s1600-h/P4020696.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWM9IuQePdOtvw-vTIN2dmk8INdcZ_LV1k-KCSxgu221cedWuP7ZlaSsTIvcGf0II5gmOuA6pXkM3AbgW1-LWj3OgNXbtEp8fb5rDA-Mpz9M36EXyyyHyec0yq1XhufxyTIphTHMOeplcZ/s320/P4020696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185057366331201106" /></a><br /><br />And then, the trees took back the tracks. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcAGG33Q97Uimwg4jy13gSQBiFPdrdFx8_6HEXuXOCDobdPUtLdg2aFOUjGQkajWEW9uKKRK0jC5k-G644je9Sn1snznUzNVe9wx5TaAo3q-DzW81Oz3wcOXJs1yJ-GkyzZoZw_edriCs/s1600-h/P4020691.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcAGG33Q97Uimwg4jy13gSQBiFPdrdFx8_6HEXuXOCDobdPUtLdg2aFOUjGQkajWEW9uKKRK0jC5k-G644je9Sn1snznUzNVe9wx5TaAo3q-DzW81Oz3wcOXJs1yJ-GkyzZoZw_edriCs/s320/P4020691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185055300451931682" /></a>Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-6740832402269728212008-04-02T07:36:00.000-07:002008-04-02T07:42:27.601-07:00Long Time No BlogHowdy, folks. Just wanted to let you all know that I'll be posting more substantially later today. I know it's been a while, but I've been focusing more on <a href="http://www.teaandfood.blogspot.com/">teaandfood</a> these days, which I do update every day or so and which has absorbed some of the travel and humor components of lolusa. But sit tight for a few more hours and you'll get your fix. <br /><br />In the meantime, here's a picture of Zach trapped in the gear shift.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDcZ3tSxb-1X0I69DD1GXUVO0FfbH7MZRtiQ7VxMk2Idk9meag0qXfvXs7dwRsw7JUvN2gM8yeSl903Kz6V9Fis4IBpnAOE5nenVD22KycEAqznNnHcGfvSKNgXTWIQbMngtUSIgvPTka/s1600-h/P3230580.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDcZ3tSxb-1X0I69DD1GXUVO0FfbH7MZRtiQ7VxMk2Idk9meag0qXfvXs7dwRsw7JUvN2gM8yeSl903Kz6V9Fis4IBpnAOE5nenVD22KycEAqznNnHcGfvSKNgXTWIQbMngtUSIgvPTka/s400/P3230580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184658127646201250" /></a>Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-8078360159373303262008-03-21T08:15:00.001-07:002008-03-27T14:23:28.384-07:00Homeopathic Remedy or Cruel Prank?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE30KYSmIqyUvc98FzSLWiQrCOzwunTgSkoa5BO58ENspvbRbhoxyJylQqsuaSZRbHySglzKV8OFsGgVuRyQIu0kK1CcaGeZoj1DjNcz6QvHRihyAnJ18tY1Qi1dXErLpSz0rySWH-Oo6C/s1600-h/P3130520.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE30KYSmIqyUvc98FzSLWiQrCOzwunTgSkoa5BO58ENspvbRbhoxyJylQqsuaSZRbHySglzKV8OFsGgVuRyQIu0kK1CcaGeZoj1DjNcz6QvHRihyAnJ18tY1Qi1dXErLpSz0rySWH-Oo6C/s320/P3130520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182535155376559506" /></a><br /><br />Perhaps both.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-33511410838968645232008-03-18T10:17:00.000-07:002008-03-21T08:12:21.823-07:00More Theater Classes We'd Like to SeeBrendan of <a href="http://latenechocolate.com/">La Tene</a> chocolates had this to add in regards to my penultimate post:<br /><br />"I think you've hit upon the crux of the problem with theatre classes (and yes, there is a problem). Other suggested classes:<br /><br />-Espresso Training and Latte Terminology<br />-Cover my Shift: Building You Career With Flexible Jobs<br />-Microsoft Office for Those Who Will Eventually Resign Themselves to Full-Time Jobs <br /> That Require Its Use."<br /><br />And I'll add another: Sleeping Your Way to the Top (Of Your Local KFC)<br /><br />Any others?Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-88966859092000918222008-03-14T10:19:00.000-07:002008-03-14T10:27:44.681-07:00Backstage Pass Part IISpeaking of bad backstages in corners of cafeterias, last night's backstage was bad and in the corner of a cafeteria. There, on the heater, I found this rock hard abandoned, dry banana tip:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOR_Gn56WLorynLRQl-GQhVeayznGGx0dVrQbygFP5XNP5ge6WQRUc-vVr-6zvh15XYsHyPWfVCW3vyWZCT_ZJ7hyphenhyphenqYnCImHBt9OI-uu8C5MXh8gUKsJQ7tKtC9930LJyi7OTu3uEehlR/s1600-h/P3120514.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOR_Gn56WLorynLRQl-GQhVeayznGGx0dVrQbygFP5XNP5ge6WQRUc-vVr-6zvh15XYsHyPWfVCW3vyWZCT_ZJ7hyphenhyphenqYnCImHBt9OI-uu8C5MXh8gUKsJQ7tKtC9930LJyi7OTu3uEehlR/s400/P3120514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177649255997387298" /></a><br /><br />If whoever did that's name is Anna, I suggest that they ban her.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-38826434342363739672008-03-13T15:28:00.000-07:002008-03-13T16:03:26.218-07:00Backstage PassIn theory, it is crucial for a performer to have a properly set up performance space. In our experience, the same is true, provided you replace “crucial” with “a chimera.” ("a horrible or unreal creature of the imagination; a vain or idle fancy")<br /><br />Mayb we'd be better prepared for acting in the real world if there were fewer theater classes like “Improvisational Movement” and more like “How Not To Cry Because So Few People Came To Your Show In Pittsburgh and It’s Cold Out.” <br /><br />Then again, we didn't take theater classes. And that’s a good thing, because we don’t get to perform in very many theaters. Frequently, we'll show up for a gig only to find that the “auditorium” is not only a cafeteria, but just a corner of it, the rest of it being roped off for cleaning. During our show.<br /><br />Our most recent “backstage” was made from mostly empty bookshelves, wheeled together. There I found this text. Judging from the font size, who do you think Kenneth Branagh thinks is more important: Kenneth Branagh or William Shakespeare? <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QT6z2fMVHL6NB9a4SG3TTqpDUdZI-6f_WvH4cJGyqqIrTUv65COUHl5ohcIFb2WgJSRc9fb_y5SVokaV0septwiUXFSB-CX50sTQkp8YP1niohpLdqBbM_r0JOsVW9mDoBmX-AaLu2Yb/s1600-h/P3060464.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QT6z2fMVHL6NB9a4SG3TTqpDUdZI-6f_WvH4cJGyqqIrTUv65COUHl5ohcIFb2WgJSRc9fb_y5SVokaV0septwiUXFSB-CX50sTQkp8YP1niohpLdqBbM_r0JOsVW9mDoBmX-AaLu2Yb/s400/P3060464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177362485326000658" /></a><br /><br />Seeing this book I couldn't help but think how much less impressive the Ghost of Hamlet's Father would have been crawling out from behind the salad bar.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-3134187389523958042008-03-11T15:07:00.000-07:002008-03-11T16:07:20.618-07:00Unholy TrinityI came across this photo in an old yearbook after our show at Trinity College. I don't know who these guys are, and they might be dead by now, but I hate them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44ZpoyKSdNSskbeyouqko2Q9dJST17stgqtbkU9SBG3IoGS3UexyVzCd17JZf3O_pJjpVnf-5g-Ues4PJdifGe3SizHtuW55CZbSaaEsMgvkWtFU_ldBoiA84T4B6fZR1stvI_qC4UkPV/s1600-h/P3060478.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44ZpoyKSdNSskbeyouqko2Q9dJST17stgqtbkU9SBG3IoGS3UexyVzCd17JZf3O_pJjpVnf-5g-Ues4PJdifGe3SizHtuW55CZbSaaEsMgvkWtFU_ldBoiA84T4B6fZR1stvI_qC4UkPV/s400/P3060478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176624283527033346" /></a>Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-10994725220063519712008-03-07T13:44:00.000-08:002008-03-07T13:48:25.717-08:00Menu TyposI know it's not nice, but it's funnier than it is mean. These come from a Vietnamese restaurant in Albany, which cooks a lot better than it spells.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhj_542XGh_fVUZ7QCf8JbzGSJaQGzBPN3-4jipb2_gTtV5RpAC0eoNTc72wn-4e6GibEVY0ms396JESRVVsJkRhWi738pO_UMfLnPP2ZaTKqCPzwr-0dJQPX-C4Pf1mPplyOVRHy-5wV8/s1600-h/P3020419.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhj_542XGh_fVUZ7QCf8JbzGSJaQGzBPN3-4jipb2_gTtV5RpAC0eoNTc72wn-4e6GibEVY0ms396JESRVVsJkRhWi738pO_UMfLnPP2ZaTKqCPzwr-0dJQPX-C4Pf1mPplyOVRHy-5wV8/s320/P3020419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175119284036841970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfoKgXUv3R4H_iW-1c3re9__-KhrjwO8SfgE7eGG1TjcA0AwvXdf4qi2c8TLBLhFRvbchscTCCPgg8Cc7s9p6lsrXNDKGAYpBRGSntW3e7iKlVhI8pKE7-UY8BOricGZMR7GX2qx3dkrv/s1600-h/P3020418.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfoKgXUv3R4H_iW-1c3re9__-KhrjwO8SfgE7eGG1TjcA0AwvXdf4qi2c8TLBLhFRvbchscTCCPgg8Cc7s9p6lsrXNDKGAYpBRGSntW3e7iKlVhI8pKE7-UY8BOricGZMR7GX2qx3dkrv/s320/P3020418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175119138007953890" /></a><br /><br />-Aaron "Coconut Mike" KaganAaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-58159859635399857822008-03-06T10:57:00.000-08:002008-03-07T13:44:07.572-08:00Bizarre Google Hits IIIIt's that time again! Thanks to my site meter, here are actual search terms that have brought people to this blog. And in a vicious circle, once I post them, if anyone googles them again, they'll only be more prominently listed. You might say that looking for information about "funny refrigeration" and ending up at LOL, USA is the modern day rolling a rock up a hill only to watch it come back down. <br /><br />Without further ado:<br /><br />-Fluidity exercise bar craigslist new jersey<br />-baby powder on my vagina<br />-Funny refrigeration <br />-Pictures of chafing on the vaginal area<br />-adult novelty shop I-90 Massachusetts<br />-Vagine bizarre (from google france)<br />-Locked inside cheesequake park<br />-Vagina chafing cream<br />-cowboy strippers<br />-I have a mole on my vagina<br />-"Ha-hah"<br />-cream coming out of my vagina<br /><br />I've said it before and I'll say it again: am I really the only person on the internet who has written (one word, one time) about genitalia? <br /><br />In conclusion, here's my personal favorite:<br /><br />a hideous jewess lay with meAaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-85425414023812113262008-03-04T08:24:00.000-08:002008-03-04T08:28:46.058-08:00Dig It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrVx60kMZl5K8BHDHv7-NEcR7NOxlCtg9vmMsUXG6rwRN01h9SyAS_PknV-PJyFvx32mTWm5Yp-HQ_WdwJKqAQA4gy5pp9h9nZSBY4J-JO8BxTAHgwOXkK5suA0ji0g_dicgPt_tqlUDV/s1600-h/P1140234.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrVx60kMZl5K8BHDHv7-NEcR7NOxlCtg9vmMsUXG6rwRN01h9SyAS_PknV-PJyFvx32mTWm5Yp-HQ_WdwJKqAQA4gy5pp9h9nZSBY4J-JO8BxTAHgwOXkK5suA0ji0g_dicgPt_tqlUDV/s400/P1140234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173923482211366994" /></a><br /><br />Until now, I thought the only way was through the sandbox, with a plastic shovel. <br /><br />Kids these days have it way too easy.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-72594945642586467272008-03-03T13:24:00.000-08:002008-03-03T14:35:41.325-08:00Yesterday Was the Winter of Zach's DiscontentFor our last batch of shows, we were lucky enough to have an excuse to experience the Adirondacks in winter, which were picturesquely blanketed in ice and snow. At the hotel pool, we went under water.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDOVVDdrXdmmP5MKiGZrUyg5ZQCVvTreHBMv6BjbymVT35irWOHCTPzVkvrCgusrLGw03vom3IAAk1LFOUYsAC9_mOwk99Br-o8mdK0PiP2ofPGx7SlQD6WTjpbj0OOzgf4lTB1oKskYi/s1600-h/P3010410.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDOVVDdrXdmmP5MKiGZrUyg5ZQCVvTreHBMv6BjbymVT35irWOHCTPzVkvrCgusrLGw03vom3IAAk1LFOUYsAC9_mOwk99Br-o8mdK0PiP2ofPGx7SlQD6WTjpbj0OOzgf4lTB1oKskYi/s200/P3010410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173630908242175074" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6c5DCtUvbytLaCR2i_rjxJcY_8JkIW4dSMDs_hyf-PjX36iWTo75b39OA06-4Ma12lfbSbBBcERVt-TFzEmGaKn-PTU9JTgvDS3Q-G8QiL7iEtPVlcoM9XS_XOdeYeyKckKQBiJBZG-if/s1600-h/P3010406.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6c5DCtUvbytLaCR2i_rjxJcY_8JkIW4dSMDs_hyf-PjX36iWTo75b39OA06-4Ma12lfbSbBBcERVt-TFzEmGaKn-PTU9JTgvDS3Q-G8QiL7iEtPVlcoM9XS_XOdeYeyKckKQBiJBZG-if/s200/P3010406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173630448680674386" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And at a frozen (solid, Mom) roadside stream, we stood on top of it. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQWaPz1KF9I3tcoiOY-HtG3bLTDBGxE_3UE1Ivh5Zuk0LWIeR945L2-TVeI8cPQN38XvGcQCQ7eAJ1M6PV8UnqaQH7rX6gp2B5SHvLlw-0Tsj6f9Ue2LlpIaV11tWFZL7TJ4Nim8wSp2D/s1600-h/P3020416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQWaPz1KF9I3tcoiOY-HtG3bLTDBGxE_3UE1Ivh5Zuk0LWIeR945L2-TVeI8cPQN38XvGcQCQ7eAJ1M6PV8UnqaQH7rX6gp2B5SHvLlw-0Tsj6f9Ue2LlpIaV11tWFZL7TJ4Nim8wSp2D/s400/P3020416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173634520309671058" /></a><br />If you compare Seth and Zach's dress to their relative levels of comfort, that whole 90%-of-your-heat-escaping-through-your-head-<br />if-you-don't-wear-a-hat-thing really seems true.<br /><br />I learned the hard way, however, that Lake Placid was closed for the season.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDplVg3SI7dgH8F_hn3rX8NYknz_nAyBqvClFLo6jtiWfnO8p90m8OrrAd47_1ulHx5b1kFMF9tccow9j7pksOOixg1US0yxk0vqd-GmkWvlBHOM4vi-m2b7qZuASEcstm60YV3nxAhUMz/s1600-h/lake+placid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDplVg3SI7dgH8F_hn3rX8NYknz_nAyBqvClFLo6jtiWfnO8p90m8OrrAd47_1ulHx5b1kFMF9tccow9j7pksOOixg1US0yxk0vqd-GmkWvlBHOM4vi-m2b7qZuASEcstm60YV3nxAhUMz/s320/lake+placid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173638836751803554" /></a><br />We had a great show at <a href="http://www.paulsmiths.edu/">Paul Smith's College</a>, which by acreage is the largest school in the U.S. if not the world. The predominant majors are culinary arts and forestry. That and it's attractive, remote location make me think that it would be a great place to suffer out the end of the world.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-47747159796745640492008-02-29T20:29:00.000-08:002008-03-03T11:56:50.408-08:00Blisteringly Funny<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCjbK2FTeqczLpRk9bCwo7KQfG1vBQjti0VkL3qNDReCr6RQuZlJX6kl7EKVjYiHlQNMOnwK26FqVmBptXl7pLuc4MScsxpFmKmzOM8xdZAPa9r0em2qWMU6sNN5aTJaGGX_0ry9BTfYj/s1600-h/P2280385.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCjbK2FTeqczLpRk9bCwo7KQfG1vBQjti0VkL3qNDReCr6RQuZlJX6kl7EKVjYiHlQNMOnwK26FqVmBptXl7pLuc4MScsxpFmKmzOM8xdZAPa9r0em2qWMU6sNN5aTJaGGX_0ry9BTfYj/s400/P2280385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172627539457319890" /></a><br /><br />A blister. A pen. An airplane delayed for de-icing.<br /><br />A puppet is born.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-30166776146832271862008-02-28T13:27:00.001-08:002008-02-28T13:30:23.389-08:00Toilet Humor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4qa5Z2yd7cDpiCVdjX8Vlc3FMmhd26UmiA58L3Rif8n-vMd3ilFtumBFOMpOpNLIv7KSlpgZGvPVOMbgX12yA1WYClNliAY0yrRvLGDSV-bept3e3371no8wS9FZ3lgkR9b_uG-2IAG-/s1600-h/P2250365.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4qa5Z2yd7cDpiCVdjX8Vlc3FMmhd26UmiA58L3Rif8n-vMd3ilFtumBFOMpOpNLIv7KSlpgZGvPVOMbgX12yA1WYClNliAY0yrRvLGDSV-bept3e3371no8wS9FZ3lgkR9b_uG-2IAG-/s400/P2250365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172146465677793858" /></a><br /><br />Really? In that order?Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-46136971784418160132008-02-27T08:13:00.000-08:002008-02-27T09:58:57.353-08:00In Tuition, part. 2It seems the headmaster at this particular private high school hadn’t approved of some of our material. We couldn’t imagine what he was referring to, since we go out of our way to clean up shows for younger audiences, replacing every “shit” with a “crap.” Turns out he didn’t like our material about him. <br /><br />After all the dangerous ad-libbing we’ve done in our career (making fun of Southern accents in the South, patronizing boisterous audience members who later turn out to be mentally challenged), I couldn’t believe this was the chicken that had come home to roost. <br /><br />All we’d done was compare the headmaster to a very popular Hollywood actor. One who most people consider to be attractive, charismatic and successful, except for a recent suicide attempt. It paled in comparison to the time we made fun of the president of Vermont Technical College, only to have him stand up from the audience, walk on stage, and eat a marshmallow off the floor that had just been in my nose. And if anything from the show had been offensive, it should have been when Seth made a wacky exit through the empty baptism pool behind the altar that served as our stage. <br /><br />We apologized. He said it was “too late.” <br /><br />However, it was not too late to print up T-shirts of his face photoshopped onto the actor's body, and to then send a few hundred to the boy’s dorm. We didn't, but we might as well have. Having gone to private school, I've learned that all you have to do to make amends with the administration is to donate something with your name on it. Late Night Players wrestling team codpieces, anyone?Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-58053622469280748812008-02-26T10:34:00.000-08:002008-02-26T10:54:51.755-08:00In Tuition, part. 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxrvchVLOuNLcw8iZXYnOoMyYd6VbQBx6QSufbm_g0vmRlFpe9V4pwWtx8n0kXVEEcaflWJBfxY1hqs3AiC6PNax5LVdHggUey940T2voBvtr8LZ4UUZt-RcZ694GuiMfCYhLnU04NbaH/s1600-h/tuition.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxrvchVLOuNLcw8iZXYnOoMyYd6VbQBx6QSufbm_g0vmRlFpe9V4pwWtx8n0kXVEEcaflWJBfxY1hqs3AiC6PNax5LVdHggUey940T2voBvtr8LZ4UUZt-RcZ694GuiMfCYhLnU04NbaH/s400/tuition.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171362986333592114" /></a><br />If we also did shows for the government and health food co-ops, you might think that we pick our venues based on who we’ve personally given the most money to.<br /><br />For instance, we used to pay to go to college, and now colleges pay us (an embarrassingly small portion of what we gave them) to come back.<br /><br />We've also started doing the occasional private high school show for institutions much like the one I once went to. Such schools often solicit funds from alumni, figuring that graduates must make at least as much money as they used to pay to go there. I in turn solicit funds from the schools to have us come perform, knowing that they’re right about most of their graduates (besides me) and therefore have lots of money (to give to me). <br /><br />Of course it sometimes feels a little funny being back on a private high school campus after all these years. It always gets my goat that the students dress better than we do and do tons more coke. <br /><br />After one such gig, we were asked back to the headmaster’s office to claim our check. We thought it was funny being called to the office at age 27. But it wasn’t funny at all; we were in fact in a lot of trouble.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-82323442735839660162008-02-18T07:34:00.000-08:002008-02-19T12:25:05.684-08:00No Country for Little GirlsI recently attended a friend's princess themed birthday party. It being her third ever, I felt a little out of place, or "tall." Noticing my discomfort, the girl's mother said that she expected the experience to end up on my blog. I smiled politely, my mind already racing for humorous titles (The Princess and the Pee in the Pool? Go Shorty, It's Your Birthday? It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To Because I'm a Toddler?). But deep down I didn't really think it would make the cut. Deep down I also felt queasy from pink cupcakes. <br /><br />A week after, I found myself house and dog sitting for the same family. Coming back to the large, empty, dark house after a matinee showing of <i>No Country for Old Men</i>, I fully expected to meet some horrible fate inside. It was then that I found this: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJnpu9lxb6AXlbzTw7TmWw-4OHHcaYWNYYkS7T3gjTDeWKpP96f7ULdaEdzw9qcP9gu5N-dawl-k9qNjETDSH9mRXrGt4tB5czG1pJ4jpHRku8pplOExeFRF46wYV5z3cERWhvAshGXI1/s1600-h/Photo+216.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJnpu9lxb6AXlbzTw7TmWw-4OHHcaYWNYYkS7T3gjTDeWKpP96f7ULdaEdzw9qcP9gu5N-dawl-k9qNjETDSH9mRXrGt4tB5czG1pJ4jpHRku8pplOExeFRF46wYV5z3cERWhvAshGXI1/s400/Photo+216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168345088908352034" /></a><br /><br />Once part of the birthday cake, it is now part of my nightmares.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-2869894061817796782008-02-14T09:03:00.000-08:002008-02-14T09:06:08.464-08:00A Midwinter's Day Nightmare, aka: Shakespeare vs Family Guy (part III)I was caught. I love Shakespeare, but to be honest, some episodes of South Park have made me laugh harder than I’ve laughed at many versions of the Dumb Show. Wanting to stick to my guns, earn their respect, and stay truthful all the same time, I said the following:<br /><br />“I’ll admit that some episodes of South Park are funnier than some of Shakespeare’s plays, like for instance... Macbeth.” I thought I was off the hook, but by mentioning something that they couldn’t watch on YouTube, I had only confused them. So I decided to fight fire with fire, and pulled out the classic middle school closing argument: insult. <br /><br />Me: “This stuff can be funny. The problem isn’t in the writing, because I’ve seen it done well. So if it’s not funny, it’s your fault.” Shocked that a man with just a post-it note would be so daring, they conceded. <br /><br />I said this knowing deep down that the fault was probably my own. Still, I had to create a climate in which they wouldn’t stab each other with pencils, which they kept trying to do. Surely William Shakespeare thought the same of Lord Chamberlain’s Men. <br /><br />In the end, I couldn’t help but feel that these kids were unknowingly being true to the impish spirit of the play. Puck, who brags about removing a peg from an old woman’s stool and watching her fall, is not that different from an adolescent boy. While teaching, I felt something like the confusion and terror the Lovers experience while fleeing through the haunted Athenian wood, their world turned topsy-turvy. And true to Shakespeare, in the end, amends were made and order triumphed over chaos. Half human, half ass, the young troublemakers had to stay in the forest, living out the rest of their awkward years, while I got in my car and drove away, paycheck in pocket.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-28380849120128150662008-02-13T11:13:00.000-08:002008-02-15T07:25:11.902-08:00A Midwinter Day's Nightmare, aka: Shakespeare vs Family Guy (part II)<i>The continuing tale of my trying to convince twelve year old boys that they like a four hundred year old play about fairies.</i> <br /><br />When I was in seventh grade, I observed that many of my peers were bad at school, but great at picking on me. Like dogs, it was as if they could smell that I was afraid. Unlike dogs, they would then use English to publicly ridicule me about whatever it was I dreaded most.<br /><br />Worried that I had bad breath? They’d tell me I did. Worried that I didn’t have enough hair on my body? Oh, I’d hear about it. Worried that I had too much hair on my body? Even worse. <br /><br />Today’s middle schoolers seem to have retained this trait, because one in my class said exactly what I didn’t want him to:<br /><br />“This stuff’s not funny anymore! Maybe it was funny back then, but it’s not now. It’s stupid. What’s funny now is Family Guy. Do you really think this is funnier than Family Guy?”<br /><br />I did think it was funnier than Family Guy, because I hate Family Guy. So I simply said “I’m not a good person to ask, because I don’t really like Family Guy to start with.” <br /><br />When he regained his composure, he continued: “Then what about… South Park?”<br /><br />The other students gasped, and drew back.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-36790509803414070212008-02-10T08:45:00.000-08:002008-02-12T07:24:38.408-08:00A Midwinter Day's Nightmare, aka: Shakespeare vs. Family Guy (part I)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvos1vquuoSp4zeMxb_VnT7TvZ86_lEOY7lg6IeDvOeLXyvz6G1SpjxFdn3i-QGEp38Wpr7w0JHVY4jMBXpMxBh9jX9LRFa4K1zeMXm4URvsD8AdWCl_Mti10MomcTO0OVdKJ9pC7dwsm/s1600-h/Photo+205.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvos1vquuoSp4zeMxb_VnT7TvZ86_lEOY7lg6IeDvOeLXyvz6G1SpjxFdn3i-QGEp38Wpr7w0JHVY4jMBXpMxBh9jX9LRFa4K1zeMXm4URvsD8AdWCl_Mti10MomcTO0OVdKJ9pC7dwsm/s400/Photo+205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165394167203125778" /></a><br /><br />Having run out of passes, the principal of a local high school fashioned this badge for me out of a post-it note. The line between being a creepy interloper and a visiting teacher had never been so paper thin.<br /><br />I had accepted a desperate plea to help direct a scene from A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I say desperate because the dictionary, by which I mean a website, defines “desperate” as “reckless or dangerous…extremely bad; intolerable or shocking.” And that’s exactly how the students behaved. <br /><br />Teaching children’s martial arts classes taught me to discover my inner harsh disciplinarian; conversely, I’ve learned to be warm and encouraging while directing youth theater. This time, I had to do both at the same time.<br /><br />Me: Okay, now try a little something funny. How about a funny bow after you say your line?<br />A Seventh Grader: I don’t want to. (puts on I-pod ear buds)<br />Me: You have to. Is that clear? Excuse me? I asked you a question.<br />A Seventh Grader: This is stupid! <br />Me: Do it or go to the office. Do a funny bow.<br />(He does so, glaring.)<br /><br />The scene was what Shakespearians call “The Dumb Show.” While I have seen, and directed, renditions in which enterprising actors can save the piece with outlandish physical comedy, I’ve also always secretly thought it was a little, well, dumb. Let’s just say there’s a lot of <a href="http://eggcorns.lascribe.net/">eggcorn</a> humor.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-36417741230740226852008-02-07T07:15:00.000-08:002008-02-10T08:45:22.832-08:00I Go "Gee" for Goji<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8K7pDiiCns-rO0VeLK81iqSJ5w-Dc2nB0HUDfINbkSk9Zo5O0WBtny9jXHp0nucpImR6e7MFBjikWnFWnO3KTiKQJj3VlipjREJHZ9sFA-ahmInOP4k0V_Bebycz-cJfa0IK04nYc8oNz/s1600-h/P1240319.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8K7pDiiCns-rO0VeLK81iqSJ5w-Dc2nB0HUDfINbkSk9Zo5O0WBtny9jXHp0nucpImR6e7MFBjikWnFWnO3KTiKQJj3VlipjREJHZ9sFA-ahmInOP4k0V_Bebycz-cJfa0IK04nYc8oNz/s400/P1240319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164259071904636850" /></a><br />Being on the road is hard. And the hardest part is that sometimes it's tough to brew a nice cup of tea.<br /><br />A loose tea drinker, I've tried bambo strainers, stainless steal tea balls, and little individually wrapped puehr cakes, but it's always messy. Hence, I must sometimes use a tea bag. I know, it makes you want to vomit, right? Well, if you accidentally swallow the string and tag. <br /><br />My sister knows my plight, so she gave me the box of tea featured in the photo above. It contains Goji berry, which, much like it's predecessors, the acai berry and electroshock therapy, is currently considered healthy.<br /><br />The box claims that you will "feel fresh and recharged with every sip." They add that one should drink three cups a day, which I'm sure is helpful in recharging their bank account. It looks like they also promote bowing to the floating head of Yogi Bhajan.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-67322595394128407872008-01-30T10:45:00.000-08:002008-02-07T15:15:35.470-08:00My Partner the Cork Screw<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszJtF7QuqTurqQpZdZduaRozJ680w7en3DYM4FVUWcBB5z4weocN6DsQhURdVJHaY4EVyQzUaQw883ui4BHALok4bv-MWBPnlpF3BdUPTVWt7md5tHf63YfM9hz0WsgZeM-u68GaDvQAw/s1600-h/P1120159.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszJtF7QuqTurqQpZdZduaRozJ680w7en3DYM4FVUWcBB5z4weocN6DsQhURdVJHaY4EVyQzUaQw883ui4BHALok4bv-MWBPnlpF3BdUPTVWt7md5tHf63YfM9hz0WsgZeM-u68GaDvQAw/s400/P1120159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164257023205236626" /></a><br />This corkscrew is one of 1,500 on display at the Culinary Institute of America in Napa Valley. They belonged to "Brother Timothy," one of the Christian Brothers made famous by their (low prices for their lousy) brandy. I was not at all surprised to learn that the exhibit is considered a "must see" by corkscrewnet.com. However, I am surprised that there isn't a rival site called corkscrewcom.net.<br /><br />Also, it looks like Seth. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1fcFFRw35SDfL6vzNmoVkcRPVj8l48Sd1anksf7JnqF6vm7IDNb6arIfNCmEpXEH0PBNvtDADnttH35XcLy2mHfPyNnKwG5I_mFvKz-LEXQZeRJ0f7Ls-XItim0JmhAz7Wrp-tn6mHI8/s1600-h/seth.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1fcFFRw35SDfL6vzNmoVkcRPVj8l48Sd1anksf7JnqF6vm7IDNb6arIfNCmEpXEH0PBNvtDADnttH35XcLy2mHfPyNnKwG5I_mFvKz-LEXQZeRJ0f7Ls-XItim0JmhAz7Wrp-tn6mHI8/s400/seth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161751498198540146" /></a>Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-18802740697481048742008-01-29T11:40:00.000-08:002008-01-29T12:58:51.017-08:00The ViewThis was the picturesque view of the Blue Ridge foothills en route to our hotel in Staunton, Virginia:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7JSqEWD6-wx8qYnyWqOnx5Ok848NZeX8UzOwKNa2nEOZrE5MlmpyKlMpkvfhOhJmRpmNOEVHSjNZeWN0RKRx-5TH6SRhD_eACnxHG-JQzi6F-42je8-DVasJlyTGbwFT5qqIWPUlzRs0P/s1600-h/P1250332.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7JSqEWD6-wx8qYnyWqOnx5Ok848NZeX8UzOwKNa2nEOZrE5MlmpyKlMpkvfhOhJmRpmNOEVHSjNZeWN0RKRx-5TH6SRhD_eACnxHG-JQzi6F-42je8-DVasJlyTGbwFT5qqIWPUlzRs0P/s400/P1250332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161003490989236034" /></a><br /><br />The view from within the hotel was quite different. There were two possibilities, depending on which side your room faced. I don’t know which was more disturbing - the window facing a parking lot…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsgoOdsMxJo0BG2EqfjvcaJMZ82MGMr9SwpXcDIe9WnPlwAozDIT_dNp4zAb1KneBKaucWqxHJSkw63nesg3d4XXdif8FLS-AYh23fH29p0gU9FUgyy-VOY3niQi6C9_75AtPVwOvd3YkW/s1600-h/P1250325.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsgoOdsMxJo0BG2EqfjvcaJMZ82MGMr9SwpXcDIe9WnPlwAozDIT_dNp4zAb1KneBKaucWqxHJSkw63nesg3d4XXdif8FLS-AYh23fH29p0gU9FUgyy-VOY3niQi6C9_75AtPVwOvd3YkW/s400/P1250325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161003289125773106" /></a><br /><br />Or the abandoned insane asylum…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUwMVw-KdyglNUBd44EwztwTt6Nz7_UykLXDpvkwV7An90XiOttIEGfptn4H8r96tjsciXRJZiD2MnHm-m2crvfavX77UUoHNP40qlpKFQQxYRL2lTBVwwldA7Nnd7DM35S0mAwBe9IOUQ/s1600-h/P1250330.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUwMVw-KdyglNUBd44EwztwTt6Nz7_UykLXDpvkwV7An90XiOttIEGfptn4H8r96tjsciXRJZiD2MnHm-m2crvfavX77UUoHNP40qlpKFQQxYRL2lTBVwwldA7Nnd7DM35S0mAwBe9IOUQ/s400/P1250330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161003727212437330" /></a><br /><br />Prowling around the grounds of the asylum, I quickly and irrationally became concerned for my well being. In fact, I went so far as to imagine myself having to use rudimentary <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parkour">parkour</a> to reach the top of the tool shed for safety, while a deranged assailant slashed at the air, just beyond reach of my Achilles tendon. <br /><br />This thought was disturbing in two ways. The first is that the only thing I want near my Achilles tendon is the cozy heel of my new Merrells. The second is the fact that I thought more about my safety than that of those who had been locked inside the now crumbling walls. <br /><br />Which ranked higher as a cause for concern – the unlikely possibility of an attacking madman, or the suffering of those who had been confined to the structure I now found so eerie? Just thinking about how much worse it was from the inside finally sent a real shiver up my spine. <br /><br />That night we were greeted at the venue by a volunteer staff of undergraduates. We later learned that they were part of a gifted program, which explains why, when we asked where they were each from, one of them said “Narnia."Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-28418459642655420572008-01-28T08:18:00.000-08:002008-01-28T11:29:15.097-08:00Typo Negative?Though often accused of misogyny, Ernest Hemingway tackles gender head on in his classic novella <i>The Old Man and the Sea.</i> Early in the story, the narrator suggests that, when referring to the ocean in Spanish, one's choice of article reveals the depth of the speaker's relationship to nature. <br /><br />For instance, the modern fisherman, with their outboard motors and blaring radios, use the masculine form of "the," saying "el mar." In contrast, Santiago, symbol of a bygone era and (sea) salt of the earth, still prefers the softer, more feminine "la mar."<br /><br />It seems a Peruvian restaurant in Somerville, MA, has initiated a similar discussion. At least that's what their cocktail menu suggests:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8DOJEMfL737p8auzJeM9DSlkqGH0ZnJLAzwFMRMJAabpZunC6BYlGX_0kv3ZvLvVezIT5WzJvK52LaaqU2DvGCFiwZ3_gfBc5gNTs2s0pR1_bD_M6C4VbS6rmxhBUAaHz9PtytSpXhV0/s1600-h/P1260336.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8DOJEMfL737p8auzJeM9DSlkqGH0ZnJLAzwFMRMJAabpZunC6BYlGX_0kv3ZvLvVezIT5WzJvK52LaaqU2DvGCFiwZ3_gfBc5gNTs2s0pR1_bD_M6C4VbS6rmxhBUAaHz9PtytSpXhV0/s400/P1260336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160563978395901730" /></a>Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309775046853663491.post-17090891507958758662008-01-24T21:18:00.000-08:002008-01-25T06:55:18.934-08:00High Stakes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeRInFVxofgWsnIjc2wI3kIbVHBaxNQmZNEbDcuzAvWlAgiRLcXSB4M_m1JCzLbiy-b1j5M2qcFRvGBwd6SPxpXtfvVn9GlNQYhYRMLrOI5psM20SeKglW9IsM4L-jCGUU2sGK6MyE6QR/s1600-h/P1240321.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeRInFVxofgWsnIjc2wI3kIbVHBaxNQmZNEbDcuzAvWlAgiRLcXSB4M_m1JCzLbiy-b1j5M2qcFRvGBwd6SPxpXtfvVn9GlNQYhYRMLrOI5psM20SeKglW9IsM4L-jCGUU2sGK6MyE6QR/s400/P1240321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159284627897507602" /></a><br /><br />I earned this buck fair and square from the stewardess on our flight to Richmond tonight. I bet her that our disco ball wouldn’t fit in the overhead compartment. Full of bravado (and tiny pretzels), she said she’d go as far as to bet $500. Not wanting to risk a year’s pay, I talked her down. Meanwhile, the people waiting in line behind me grew only more eager to board.<br /><br />When she realized her error, she dutifully paid up, and said: “There. Now you can go get a cheeseburger.” <br /><br />If I’d played my cards right, she would have had to tell me to buy five hundred cheeseburgers.Aaron Kaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10050261629995222134noreply@blogger.com0