Showing posts with label Buddhism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buddhism. Show all posts

Saturday, July 18, 2015

You had best believe that you cannot build what I don't need


Rare thunderstorms in LA are ushering me to Britain today. 

My itinerary-- a year in the making-- has me feeling a bit shot out of a cannon, but is entirely my own doing. I haven't been back to Scotland since the day I got on the bus in that last wind down to the end. I had that taste of London on the way back from Africa, and I'll admit I still associate the place with the only thing in my life I've ever felt like I failed at. I cried on the circle in. I have felt and still feel a rough letting go of that place and the life I saw for myself there. 

It becomes more complicated the more entrenched I get in my LA life; the more I love it. 

As I cross over anniversaries and milestones, unremarked upon, the more I am having to redefine myself against the hardline definitions I had of myself earlier in my life. I can say to myself now--- you've been away from New  York as long as you were ever there. Why do you still consider yourself a New Yorker? You don't really miss it, you only miss Europe. But LA... 

I still feel torn about my intent. My intent to live as one or many of the incarnations of myself. 

I'm scared of falling out of my life here by being gone so long. I'm scared of missing an opportunity that I've painstakingly built a foundation for here. 

I'm scared it's still not enough time to be in any of the places I'm going to settle into the rhythm. Scared it's not enough time to catch back that magic of my life there. I'm scared that the way I was there will be at odds with the way I am now and I won't be able to reconcile them. I'm scared my practice will fall off and I won't chant because of time, and mindset, and my friends' hard disbelief in Buddhism. 

But CHVRCHES has got my back. Giving us all a new song to sing me to Scotland. And a new album this September 25 -- Every Open Eye

And I'm going to give it my best go to report to whatever readers are left here. I can't guarantee I'll be able to. I can't guarantee I'll have anything or anything worthwhile to say. But if I do, I'll be here. Hope to see you.

Onward. To the East and to the North. To London, Edinburgh, Bamff, Skye, Uist, Geneva, Provence, Lugano and everywhere in between, to Dublin, to Clare and back again. 

Monday, June 2, 2014

Whoops I Missed The Weekend Links


Sorry guys. Been real swamped. And also really buried in anger and articles about Elliot Rodger. I'm gonna spare you from any of those links. And while I was doing all that, it Juned all over the place. Oye. 

- I really appreciate that the scale was presented in Jon Hamms. Also, Fassbender. Just happening here. What's good for the goose, objectifiers.

- This fantastic lady featured on access hollywood

- Selling DFW's private correspondence... ooooh, all my issues!!

- The Wonder Years Reunion! (!!!)

- These "Abortion Barbie" attack ads against Wendy Davis are DISGUSTING.

- Oh, Maya. You will be missed. I love these moments of you and Dave Chappelle.

- A co-worker of mine from a previous life in children's television. Avoid that irony, Jordan Rathus!

- Vivian Maier and Difficult Women

- Why John Waters stopped making movies

- I'll be using pippit from now on. You should try too!

- And here's your dreamy, musical meditation for Monday. A Sunny Day in Glasgow. Just sit with that. Anyone who's ever experienced the rare beauty that is a sunny day in Scotland can tell you, there's nothing like it. 

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Vinessa Shaw for International Committee of Artists For Peace


For the past few days I've been editing footage of the beautiful memorial services for sweet Muzzy. Sharing the grief and joyful remembrances of my dear friends' mother/grandmother has been an honor. The Damante/Shaw family has been such an important part of my life, my faith, and my belief in myself. 

And so I feel like it's appropriate to share this wonderful video of Vinessa Shaw discussing overcoming her obstacles around belief in herself for ICAPeace. Founded by Herbie Hancock, Wayne Shorter & Patrick Duffy, the organization uses artistic influence for the purposes of peace and applies principles of Buddhism to art. 

Other fun videos include Steven Sater & Wayne Shorter talking about how awesome women are

In addition to always being amazed by Vinessa's beauty, humble nature, determination, etc, I'm glad that this video reminded me how fierce her fur suit was in Eyes Wide Shut. Get it, girl!


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Legacy - Some Thoughts on Boston



It was strange and poignant to be in our reading yesterday when we all received the news about the Boston marathon bombings. I had just been saying to Steven the day before that even though Nicholas & Alexandra is a period piece about historical figures, I think its issues are contemporary to today. Most of Nicholas & Alexandra's actions were rooted in a deep sense of fear that they had felt since childhood-- the fear of living under constant threat of physical violence. 

One of the saddest things about terrorist activities-- and why violent methods are used to make a point-- is the cloud of fear they attempt to create in large groups of people. But no one makes their best decisions out of fear. It's encouraging to hear so much light-based rhetoric after yesterday. The messages going viral are largely about looking for the helpers in terrible situations, and how as many people who try to do harm in the world, there are more of us who want to do healing, creating, and loving. So look for those people. And decide that it's those people, that idea, those messages that will remain when we're gone and serve as our legacy. 


Saturday, February 23, 2013

Buddhist in America - Michelle Joo


This is a really amazing series on real people practicing Buddhism today made by my friends in faith in New York. It chronicles the stories of a good many of my friends, as well. Last night, at my district meeting, Michelle's sister was there and said some really great and true things about her, so I just wanted to share her episode of the series with you all. She's one of the most stylish, hip, smart, talented, cool people I know. Rock on. 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Positively Fourth Street, Always.


Fourth Street. Start on Avenue C. Losaida. Walk all the way from Avenue C to West 4th. Recalling every in and out, every short cut through a garden. Past my first apartment with no lock where I made my best friends, and Perbacco--  the best Italian restaurant in New York. Past the housing project where we watched that man look up at the sun and then die. Watching a group of friends help each other move a mattress. Remembering when my friends helped me carry my things west from 4th & B to 4th & 2nd, which burned down, but has now been rebuilt. 

Some things, I remember the old: the new bar, Dorian Gray, that once used to be the tribal jewelry store (no surprise that disappeared) and others, I only remember used to be something else. Some place else I never frequented. 

The same guys still work in the bodega. Belcourt looks exactly the same and I bet still serves amazing Bloody Marys, but it's called Caliope now. Past what was once Cuppa Cuppa, where a mean middle aged New York lady named Jenny eventually became my friend after about a year of me wearing her down with smiles when I bought my iced-coffee everyday. (Just proving every hardened New Yorker still wants a friend.) I wonder if the FAB center bought her out, or if she had to close anyhow. I hope she's happy and retired somewhere and not lonely. 

Past all the places along 4th and Washington Square Park where Steven and I dumped pieces of our set after VOTE! at Minetta Lane closed. We were so stealth. We didn't want to get arrested. We were high on margaritas. We had crowbars. It was one of the funnest nights ever. Who doesn't like being in league with someone? Being part of a low-stakes conspiracy? 

I'm in league with New York City. She's like my big sister who keeps my secrets from our parents. 

New York, in many ways,  is like that older sister. She taught you everything you know, She's cooler than you, She often pretends to be indifferent to you, or even annoyed by your presence, but actually, she loves you. And you love her. I may not always choose to live here in New York City, choose to live my life the way she does, but I'll always love her, conspire with her and look up to her best. 

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Reflecting in St Peter's Basilica



After the communication onslaught of yesterday (connecting with everyone over Ben has been really moving) I've been kind of quiet today. Packing, thinking, and realizing that what I did when I woke up the next morning after finding out that news was go to the capital of Catholicism: The Vatican and St Peter's Basilica, where the apostle Peter was crucified upside down. I think Ben would have had a chuckle about me heading to the Vatican in a way, in his honor. Many of our discussions were about Buddhism and Catholicism. Though he was pretty cool with Buddhism too. 

Everyone keeps asking if we went to the top of St Peter's and the answer is no, actually. I'll explain more later, but let's just say I had reached my limits of standing in line and sharing stank air in confined spaces with strangers. 

Even without journeying to the top, St Peter's is breathtaking. From the square with its outstretched arms that hug inward-- welcoming you into the fold-- to every golden overlapping angle. Crepuscular rays for days. A scientific word far too ugly for the thing it's describing. 

I love being in churches, cathedrals and chapels-- of any religion even more than I like cemeteries. It easier to hear the stories of what came before in places like that. It's easier to feel still enough to listen. 

There was a mass happening while we were there and singers. It was just a glowing, golden feeling bouncing off every one of those angles. Music. Light. Breeze. I was grateful. 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Mentors & Inspiration



I have so much to say about how awesome last night was. But I'm already late for leaving for the airport. So for now, let me say that when I was being interviewed, I was asked about who my mentors are and the music that inspires me. Incidentally, my answer was this guy. While I was showing me and Steven's music in NYC, he was in my hometown performing at the Smith Center with Suzanne Vega. Who went?


And here he is talking about the song that changed his life. Pay it forward ya'll. Back to rainy London town. 


Thursday, February 23, 2012

Happy Belated Birthday to my Blog!



Yesterday, I was so busy checking things off my to-do list for the move that I didn't even remember to celebrate the 2nd anniversary of my blog. Two great years and 767 entries later and I'm still committed to the mission. And that's the mission of staying present in the middle of striving for that life we all want. It's easy to lose perspective. It's easy to look at a situation in the most negative way possible. Unless you've got a mission everyday to travel through all the beautiful places and savor each little moment of creation. 


In celebration, I think I'm going to find...or bake myself if necessary... some red velvet cake. Brits aren't really familiar with Red Velvet (they tend to think it's cherry-related. It's not. Think chocolate) and I think that is a travesty. 


I'm also going to celebrate by giving you a small snippet of a super un-edited section of my novel. The section is about the very nature of savoring. And our rituals to keep that alive on a daily basis. Jeannie, my main character, is sort of a project of my worst imaginings. What I might have become if I'd stayed tired in NYC and lost sight of what it means to savor. Hope you enjoy! It's after the jump. And, as always, thanks for reading! 

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Balloons of Bhutan: Jonathan Harris does it again

Ever since the first time I ever heard about Jonathan Harris, via his We Feel Fine project while I was working one of the worst jobs of my life, I have been a massive fan of his work. Of the ideas in his work. The boundaries he pushed. The questions he raised. 


One of his newest projects is the Balloons of Bhutan project. I have to say, I think it's stunning. I just can't think of anyone pairing moving ideas with moving imagery the way Jonathan Harris is doing. Obviously, they practice a different sort of Buddhism in Bhutan than the Japanese form of Buddhism I grew up practicing. But I've got to hand it to a country so intrigued by happiness and what it's made out of. On the Balloons of Bhutan website intro, Jonathan says "instead of 'Gross National Product,' Bhutan uses 'Gross National Happiness' to measure its socio-economic prosperity." 


I'll let Jonathan explain the bridge between the anthropology part and the art part in his own words from the website:

Given the seriousness with which this topic is treated, I thought it would be fun to do something a little bit silly, so in late 2007, I traveled to Bhutan and spent two weeks handing out balloons.I asked people five questions pertaining to happiness: what makes them happy, what is their happiest memory, what is their favorite joke, what is their level of happiness between 1 and 10, and, if they could make one wish, what would it be. Based on each person's stated level of happiness, I inflated that number of balloons, so very happy people would be given 10 balloons and very sad people would be given only one (but hey, it's still a balloon). Then I wrote each person's wish onto a balloon of their favorite color. I repeated this process for 117 different people, from all different ages and backgrounds.On the final night, all 117 wish balloons were re-inflated and strung up at Dochula, a sacred mountain pass at 10,000 feet, leaving them to bob up and down in the wind, mingling with thousands of strands of prayer flags.Here's the finished story — enjoy!

He's gotten some flack lately in various articles about another project of his-- which I'm preparing a longer post about as we speak-- but I wanted to let you float away on this lovely thing and hope it carries you into Friday and a great weekend. 

All photos from the Balloons of Bhutan project website. 

Monday, October 10, 2011

Charlie Chaplin

One of the projects on my list of "Please let me get around to writing all of these before I die" is a Charlie Chaplin musical. He could do anything. Writer, Director, performer, composer. It's no wonder George Bernard Shaw called him "the only genius to come out of the movie industry."


I've been studying the nature of genius a lot lately for my thesis on artistic communities. It's been nice to delve back into his work and the partnership he formed with Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks with United Artists. But my soft spot for ol' Charlie is long-standing. He was was one of my first talent-crushes since I saw the amazing biopic with Robert Downey Junior when I was a kid. (Check out this ULTRA 90'stastic trailer) Then I started watching all his films. 


The man who wrote "Smile" is one of the most genuinely moving people to witness. Not just funny, though obviously he was. He was so vulnerable. Even in comedies, even without speaking, there was something heartbreaking about his every moment on screen. I cry every time I watch The Kid. And I'm not exaggerating when I say I'd name my hypothetical kid Chaplin. 


I can't help thinking that what called Chaplin to speak for the first time in his films, in The Great Dictator-- which he funded with his own money-- holds just as true or truer today. 


Friday, August 26, 2011

What Matters



All week, I've been drowning in stories of liver cirrhosis and addiction and what kind of person we become when the addictions win. How we get to that point. I was struggling. Then, there was this message and this song from a childhood mentor of mine, Duncan Sheik and I was heartened. Real honesty always wins.  
Hello Friends,Duncan here, offering you belated apologies for the cancellation of my June tour.  The truth is I didn’t do it because I realized I was drinking too much and chose to confront that situation, with the help of family, great friends and some thoughtful, highly qualified professionals. In fact, I entered a treatment center the same day my most recent effort Covers 80s was released.  With as much gallows humor as I could muster, I told the staff there,  ”My record is coming out and I’m checking in.”
Those of you who know me through music, personally, or both, know that like everyone else I’ve had my share of ups and downs in my life and career, and there were many contributing factors here that I will share with you in the future.  While this episode may sound like a low point, the experience actually confirmed for me how much I want to go forward in my creative life, and how much I sincerely value all of those who have supported me.
I do want to share one very fascinating thing I learned while at the treatment center. Drinking as much as I was, it would seem I did a real number on my neurochemical functions.  As I learned about dopamine, serotonin, and GABA levels and how they affect the “reward” center in your brain, some bells started to go off in my nuerochemically compromised head.  To vastly oversimplify this physiological process, the current thinking on the subject is that all alcoholics and addicts have something called Reward Deficiency Syndrome or RDS.  The example I was given was this: Person One, with normal brain function, wakes up on a beautiful crisp autumn morning and walks out the door enjoying the sun and the nice cool air and all is well in the universe of their head.  Person Two, whose brain functions have been rejiggered due to too much drinking or drugging, walks out the same door on the same beautiful morning and doesn’t feel any joy at all about the weather or anything else for that matter.  Not until they have a drink anyway.  What was terribly interesting about this example to me was how it characterizes a very similar situation Vis a Vis my Buddhist practice.  When I get up in the morning and chant with a lot of focus and determination I’m Person One.  When my practice is undisciplined or lazy or rushed, I’m Person Two. There is actually much more to say about how my practice relates to this situation but I will leave it for another time.
Having left treatment with the blessing of my excellent recovery counselors, I’m currently in Jakarta, Indonesia, writing songs as well as formulating ideas for a book and working on a few musical theater projects, including Alice In Wonderland, The Nightingale and American Psycho. I’m chanting, playing guitar and writing stories. Life is good. Actually, exponentially better than when I was drinking like a ridiculous fish. 
All of this to say, I’m well, and truly sorry for any inconvenience or disappointment caused by my abrupt cancellation of the tour.  But I look forward to the opportunity to make it up to you. Plans to reschedule the tour for this spring are currently underway, (It looks like I’ll be doing a bunch of shows as a co-bill with the wonderful Suzanne Vega) as well as for a coinciding remix version of Covers 80s (by lots of cool electronic music folks and some fancy DJ’s).  So there may be, God forbid, music people will want to dance to. I consider all of it a good thing, a new challenge, an interesting riddle, a gift.  And I promise you that both the music and I will be better for it.
Love, DS
You can see it here

When I think back on all the times in my life where I truly needed a gift, I always received one in the form of a song. "What Matters" is a prime example of that. The following are some of the most vivid and real lyrics I've heard in ages. 
The sense of place, the simultaneity of humor and introspective reckoning is at a level I aspire to every day. This is why, since I was a kid, Duncan's been a kind of hero of mine. A hero who let me share with him some his life and some of his struggles whether that be chanting together or talking about musicals, or laughing at his 40th birthday dinner or through songs I wish I'd written. Like this one. Talking about what matters-- it has all mattered and continues to matter to me. 


I wish I could share this with my mom. 


  What Matters by user2298931


Here in the choir room
Where no songs are sung
Only the talk of frequent doom
from a smoke-filled lung
Here in children's chairs
there is little comfort
everyone's aware
of innocence that's done for
doesn't matter who you are
or who say you wanna be

it matters what you do
about what you don't wanna see

on these basement floors
there are some things you taught me
I did not come for the decor
I did not come here for this coffee
and somehow take along
and somehow leave behind
and you'll say that may go wrong
'cause you're a true friend of mine
it doesn't matter who you were
or who you thought that you might be

it matters what you did
about that version of yourself 
that you didn't wanna see

doesn't matter who you are
or who you say you wanna be
it matters what you do
not what you don't wanna see

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

One Day in Lisbon- Part 2- Jeronimos Monastery of Belém


Stop number 3 on the tour de force of Lisbon was this gorgeous place. For a girl raised Buddhist, I've always had kind of a thing for churches or any kind of place of worship. I think YTI really sealed the deal on that one. For someone with an often chaotic mind, they do seem to be more peaceful than most other places. 

It was pretty crowded, but Miguel's dad was still able to give us a pretty great history lesson about the people who make Jeronimos their final resting place, including two very famous Portuguese poets I need to become more familiar with-- can anyone recommend some quality English translations of Pessoa or Camões? You know a sad thing about Camões? Huge sections of his work were lost in his lifetime. Something about modern scholars knowing they existed, but don't exist anymore... very mono no aware. 

In addition to those fine gents, there are also various monarchs and their families-- one named Manuel "The Fortunate." Which I think is a very bitchin' royal moniker. I think I'd like to name myself "Ryann the Fortunate." That's how I feel. 

Friday, June 24, 2011

For now, let's just say this about Lisbon



Maybe you've heard about my adventures these past few days. I'm going to talk about them in detail next week. (I have some tips for travelers!) But for now, let's just look at how beautiful this city is, even on a walk home from the police station. And let's just say, the last week or so has been so full of surprises, that I need the weekend to unpack. 


I get surprised a lot-- it's maybe my favorite thing about life not only because it keeps it interesting, but because it keeps the know-it-all in me in check. Every time I've ever thought I had it all figured out.... Then there's the thing I never saw coming. But not just the stolen purse, or the person I finally thought I'd left behind moving (internationally!) to my city. Not just the events. But the way people respond to them. The way I have changed the way I respond to things over the years. 


I moved to Scotland to change my life. Two of the primary ways I wanted to change my life were 1. in my relationship to stress and 2. my relationship to being open to trust. The trusting of other people and the trusting of the universe. (And let's just say that these relationships are all linked....)


And let's just say that over and over again, in countless ways, those relationships have changed for the better since moving. Because any situation I think is going to cause me the kind of stress that was practically crippling by the end in New York... anymore... I just can't muster the will to feel stressed out about...when measured against the weight of my fortune, of my appreciation. 


And the way people react to me and for me continues to utterly surprise the hell out of me. People, man. They are fascinating and amazing and mysterious as shit. And there are a lot of cowards out there, but I'm happy and thankful to say that more and more, my world is populated with heroes of the everyday. 


And so let's just say that I am always thinking about appreciation.  It's nice when you realize that what--once upon a time-- would have made you feel like a victim, now only makes you feel more connected, more like the luckiest. I appreciate the reminder. And I appreciate the people who link those reminders together. 




Saturday, June 4, 2011

More on Freedom


It's my favorite.  It's one of those words that's come to have a really comprehensive definition with colors and feelings and everything. Hope you're having a wonderful, freeing Saturday!


Sunday, March 13, 2011

Help Japan



My mind has been in Spain all weekend, working on Tercio de Muerte, but my heart has been with Japan

“Buddhism holds that everything is in constant flux. Thus the question is whether we are to accept change passively and be swept away by it or whether we are to take the lead and create positive changes on our own initiative. While conservatism and self-protection might be likened to winter, night, and death, the spirit of pioneering and attempting to realize ideals evokes images of spring, morning, and birth.” -- Daisaku Ikeda

Friday, March 11, 2011

日本, I Love You



Today, I am sending love and daimoku to Japan. Nine years ago, it was where I went to existentially and spiritually sort out how I felt about the world after 9/11. I was there when my grandfather died. I stood on top of Mt Fuji and looked out at the world. I had some of the best times of my life there. I miss it-- I miss Shinanomachi and my family there. I miss rooftop gardens and yuki ichigo musume. I miss speaking the language everyday. Japan is a truly special place and I hope they can heal from this soon. 



Wednesday, December 15, 2010

today feels like this



My friend Morgan sent me the most awesome care package before I left for Scotland. In addition to awesome knitted scarves and hats for the frigid weather, he sent a notebook for ideas and two mix CDs. So I have him to thank for introducing me to Allie Moss and this song, "Corner." Which anyone who's ever heard me talk about Buddhism knows I talk about corners a lot. This song sort of turns what I always say about corners on its ear. I'm a fan of that. It's a great song for today. 


Tuesday, December 7, 2010

can now die happy



Nothing needs to ever happen to me again. Ever. Duncan + Depeche Mode "Stripped" = I can die happy now. Sometimes, I really do feel like Duncan can read my mind. This musical baby is really an ideal match for me. I had the actual EP (it's only a physical CD- no download option) shipped to me in Scotland, and I've been listening on repeat. Meant to share earlier, but I suppose I was coveting it a bit (love the ones featuring uber-fave Rachael Yamagata: Tears For Fears' "Shout" and The Cure's "Kyoto Song"- both are on Dunc's myspace.)


But "Stripped" feels like the day I found out about Cake Shop on the lower east side. A bar that sells cake? Cake & Beer & cookies? In the same place? It's just a sign the world knows I'm here. And that I'm listening. Let's just be honest. Nobody this side of 1989 (or...ever) mixes synth and strings like Duncan. It's heaven. You, too, can know this joy by purchasing the EP here.



And Happy Birthday, Miss Iona!

Friday, October 15, 2010

yes, and




Maybe I really just have spent too much time in the theater. But I see almost no need for critics, and I genuinely try to live my life (oddly enough) by a rule very common in improv. "Yes, And..."


It's basically the principle of agreement and it's what keeps scenes, artistic processes, and friendships afloat. Goes a little something this: 

The “Yes, and…” principle states that what’s offered by one actor, must be accepted by the other actor. This acceptance, or agreement, is the building block of the skit.
For example, if one actor hands another actor an invisible object and says, “I’m giving you one million dollars”, the other actor must accept that a million dollars was offered. The second actor would follow up with something l like, “Yes, and it’s all in pennies” (cue laugh track).
It’s when an offer is rejected that the skit dies.
For example, if the second actor had said, “No, it’s not a million dollars, it’s a bag of rice” the skit grinds to a halt because the offer was rejected and now a new scene must be established.
By focusing on the concept of agreement, the skit continues moving forward regardless of what each actor offers to the other.

It's this principle that makes me not like a critical spirit. That's not to say that you shouldn't have standards, or that everything is good, or that you can't ever actually disagree. You're certainly not going to be able to say Yes to everything. It's having a disagreeing spirit that upsets me. When you take the laugh for yourself, but at the expense of the scene. And, particularly when you're trying to create a piece of collaborative art, or build a friendship, it's downright silly to think you're going to get anywhere killing the scene every time and shutting the other person down. 
I have a friend who always thinks I'm disagreeing with him and I pretty much never am. I'm saying "Yes, and," then adding additional thoughts. I even try to use "Yes, and" when I do disagree. But typically by asking another question. "Yes, and does that seem to be working for you?"
Kevin said recently when we were discussing this issue, "well isn't the point of good friends that you can say anything to each other?"
Yes, and what that implies is openness. Which the principle of "Yes, and" certainly does, but just because friends are open with each other to say anything, that doesn't mean they should. Or that they shouldn't think of the other person's feelings when they express opinions. I have a lot of opinions, but most of them in relation to my friends aren't about me. I'm not the litmus test for quality, only my own intuition. So my opinions are about trying to help. I listen, and then  I say, "Yes, and..." 
Additionally, I don't understand the idea of defining yourself by what you don't like. Especially when there are people in the room who do like it. This happens less to me specifically lately, but I see a lot of it when it comes to people's personal tastes. (As though their tastes were the litmus test of quality-- see above linked blog) I will give a personal example though. For a long time, people thought they had a license (because they saw no merit in Broadway musicals, found them laughable, in fact) to sort of snicker at me, and congratulate themselves on their own superior taste in art or career or whatever. I even had a little defense mechanism schtick about it, where I'd make fun of myself. But after a while, I got so pissed and so genuinely hurt. 
"I don't make fun of your dreams! " What if I mocked someone's dream to be a doctor? Or a mother? Or a concert cellist? 
The bottom line is, if Broadway (or anything) means nothing to you, except the fact that you think it's stupid, then what is benefit in using any energy to mock it? Particularly when you're in the presence of someone who loves it, or associates it with who they are as a person.  I've never been able to understand this about people. And it's become a bit of a hot button issue for me. I say all the time, "I like everything." (Pretty much, at least when it comes to art.) I like that it exists, that someone took the time to make it, knowing that it made someone happy and fulfilled to make it. Everyone's position is valid. Dismissing someone's voice, or their love, or their life's ambitions, shuts down the scene. 
It seems like part of the same principle to me. The best thing about "Yes, and" for me is that it's open, instead of closed off. It leaves room for possibilities. Because there's a lot more room in yes than there is in no. 

Why Stop Now?

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