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Improv improves life. Every week I get a therapeutic level of laughter in the first 10 minutes and it just goes on for hours. I may not prefer to roll on the floor as the human prop as the Ocean, but I could take that on. The possibilities are limitless.

Like I tell my sister and my therapist, Improv is like 2nd grade or 3rd, before cliques and serious crushes. Mostly everyone was invited to a birthday party then. We play games together involving running, moving and being it. When is the last time you did the hokey pokey? And we did it again in NIA! Hokey Pokey 2x in a month!?!

Every week I am surprised. I hear the game and think the instructor is kidding. But he is not kidding that I woud stay still and let another person move my body while I speak a scene with another person speaking a scene while being moved by someone … and the scene is “secret agent” or “farm.” Or the game is he said she said: I talk, give stage direction to scene mate, scene mate talks, gives scene direction to me. Wait, is that a game? Here are the secrets but they only work when you do them http://www.unexpectedproductions.org/living_playbook.htm

It is deconstruction! In action! What is will? What is a prop? What is story?

The array of ways to say yes or no is infinite.

It is light and deep. It is sponaneous. It is storytelling. Improv is a fleeting essence of living.

First heard of Janice Dickinson for her 3 books of autobiography and dating advice. Then her story was so preposterous that I thought ‘”ha!” but I never heard of her’. Yet of course I was not a glam magazine reader, nor a Top Model or Reality TV watcher. I am a fan purely because I so enjoy Janice’s books and sense of humor. And, now that I see them, images of her herself and her. She is the perfect model. Models must transform, transfix, and transmute. Models take on personas with feeling. Models embody _______. Fill in the blank. They embody you, yourself and you actually. I painted to a model once who told me that in every painter’s painting of her she saw the painter. The model was the vehicle. Janice Dickinson is also a perfect body, the way she was born. Highly conscious of her fleshy alterations, she is no longer that way. She is still perfect though, being fake (see book 2 of similar title.) Overall, I am a fan of Janice Dickinson because of her sense of humor about life, striving in life, finding and keeping inner peace, accepting one’s self and that “you’ll never lunch in this town again” (note omission of word ‘eat’) name dropping that Janice brings forth in her books. She makes me laugh and she’s nice to look at. I admire her drive for sobriety. What more could you want as a fan???