2003-04-22 - 10:55 p.m.

Giant Vagina And Its Place In Art

Tonight my improv class was held in the small theater space in the back of the building.  This small space is currently set up for a show, and the set has a door that his shaped like a vagina.  When you walk through the door the labia swing open and in you go.

I don't know what the show is, its not The Vagina Monologues, but it must be along those lines.  It was amusing to watch my classmates enter the room through the door.  "Welcome to the world!"  And when someone would leave the room by going into the vagina one of the women would say, "I guess he needs to go someplace warm."

But the reason I mention this door is something happened in the class, I started laughing and it was by sheer will alone that I was able to bring myself under control.  There was this guy doing a scene by himself.  We were calling out directions for him to follow.  Someone suggested to the guy, "You go to the cabinet and get the donuts."  So the guy went to the vagina doors, opened it up and mimed getting donuts out of this giant pussy.

The girl sitting in front of me said, very quietly, "So that's where donuts come from."

I almost lost it.

It struck me as so funny I had to stifle my laugh or I would have been too loud and disruptive to the class and ruined this guy's scene.

Sometimes I have bouts of hysterical laughter and this could have been one of them.  It happens when I am under stress.  Something hits me the right way and I become helpless and start laughing like a mental patient.

This new class has a lot of funny people in it.  They are all so energetic and outgoing.  So far no one has expressed any shyness at all about being in front of an audience.  So far I have enjoyed these people.  There is one really intense guy with a shaved head and a small beard who has a hard time letting go.  I mean, he does not seem to believe in the concept of an unexpressed thought.

I had a chance to read the newspaper today.  I don't often get a chance to read the paper.  The Atlanta paper is pretty crappy anyway, so I am not missing much.  But today I did and I there were a few stories that caught my attention.  Aside for the big and pretty constant stories about the current war which seems to be enjoying popularity now that we are "winning."

One story was an obituary for jazz singer Nina Simone.  She died yesterday at age 70, God rest her soul.  She and I share a birthday, February 21.  I always pay attention to the lives of people who share my birthday.  I like to look for trends.  Nina made a big transition from life to death.  I wonder what that means for me.

Another February 21-er, Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Greenspan, was in the news.  He is one of my favorite Pisces.  This man has been holding our country's economy together for 17 years in spite of the best efforts of politicians to fuck it up.  And the best thing about him is that every President has tried to tell him what to do and he pretty much tells 'em to go holler fish.  They threaten him, they try to convince him, they try to apply guilt, but Mr Greenspan always ignores them and keeps an even keel.

Every President hates him and then reappoints him when his term is up because they can't take the chance that someone new to the post would make the economy tank just before an election year.  Ha!  So Alan Greenspan can pretty much keep the job for as long as he wants to.

Unless the economy goes bad, and then it will be his head on a platter.  But that is the good thing about having a sensitive, intuitive Pisces at the helm.  He can predict the trends and keep his hands off it until it really needs a correction.

So here's to you Nina Simone and Alan Greenspan.  Good luck to you both, whenever you are.

Jimmy
 

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