Posts Tagged ‘Topher

26
May
08

Memorial Day and the Mind

Topher usually picks up our son right before improv a go go, but with Topher working Memorial day and me and my Brilliance with BBQ plans, we rearranged stuff a bit. So my Brilliance and I met Topher at his place, bringing steaks and salad. Topher grilled, I tossed, and we had a regular old family dinner.

Then I went to Improv A Go Go. We talk about improv being the art of getting lost in the moment… You enter a different mental state, where you are hyper aware but singularly focused on the moment.. where you exist in a place without time… you have all the time in the world, but it means nothing because of the moment you are in. And you practice building scenes and heightening and performing until you don’t think about what you’re doing. You simply do it all out of reflex from this aware and focused mental state.

Instead of going to the Mill or Grumpy’s, I went back to Topher’s neighborhood and attended a bonfire hosted by one of my son’s friend’s parent. The man of the house was a fellow who reminded me of my stage fight instructor… A toughness, a caring intensely without caring kind of thing. The kind of attitude a person gets when they’ve seen too much, something scaring and overwhelming, and have learned to take joy in simpler things, cause that’s all they’ve got.

This is the beauty I find in most white trash/ghetto/impoverished communities. Who needs a $150 meal and a night at the opera when I have a 6 pack and a bonfire, and can appreciate that?

I was half way though my mojito wine cooler thing, when the Man of the House started talking about Korea. Choppers flown into rice paddies and his best man shot in front of him (he showed me a scar where the same bullet hit him in the arm). I have seen my share of horrors, things that make your average American squirm, but never to the degree of THIS.

At one point, the Man of the House told the story of how his wife tried to wake him up by the shoulder, and how she got flattened before he was even awake. Practice. Muscle memory. That hyper awareness and singular focus. Act and react.

Memorial day is a day to remember. To remember that our minds can do things, handle things that we aren’t even aware of… through training and practice and muscle memory we can enter a state of awareness that will get us through horrible things. To remember that we all have this ability, and to honor, HONOR those who have used these skills under extreme circumstances for the benefit of others. It doesn’t matter if you believe in a war or not, a battle of not… those people, human beings, are exercising and training their brains in a way you could never even dare, in ways that will affect them the rest of their lives.

I chose to train my brain in comedy and laughter. I took the easy route.

Dear Readers,

What have you trained your brain in? What are your thoughts this Memorial Day? Do you have a war story?

Also, please take a moment to meditate on those who have passed on for the benefit of something bigger than themselves.

10
May
08

Marvel at This

In my house, we do not watch TV. We seldom watch movies. No- our big vice is video games.

I am NOT as big a video game player as Topher, and Topher isn’t nearly as big a game player as our son is. Our son could play video games until he starved himself. Topher will pause long enough to make a sandwhich. I will pause long enough to actually cook something. Even chicken if it’s pre-thawed.

Between the two houses, my son has his pick of consoles and games. At his father’s house, he has an NES, a PS2, and a GameCube. At my house, our child has access to an Atari 2600, an XBox, and a Wii. I don’t think any other child has ever been as spoild in video games as ours.

For Christmas, my son received a copy of Marvel: Ultimate Alliance for the wii. I have to admit, it made me nervous. I really enjoy a good superhero ,and I hate it when a game will try to make a storyline fit where it shouldn’t. So we recently cracked open the game.

I’m in love.

The characters all have their attitudes… nothing is forced; all of it just IS and it is wonderful. Spiderman is as corney as he should be, Wolverine as dark, and Deadpool is, well, um, weird.The storyline and animation are sell done, the controlls ar easy to use…

But as I was playing, there was a sense of familliarity over them… something about the jabbing attacks, the characters, the 3D yet still linear game play. The straightforward buy not storyline…. they all combined to make something that was “Newly Nostalgic” which is not only the best description I can come up with, but also the name of my next perfume line.

04
May
08

My Brilliance

http://www.merriam-webster.com/

Brilliance: (n) the quality or state of being brilliant.

Brilliant: (adj) 1. very bright, 2. distinguished by unusual mental keenness or alertness.

I call my son My Brillilance. A part of that is because I love wordplay, and he is my son, and the sun in the sky is bright, or brilliant… No! Wait! Don’t walk away! It gets better, I promise.

The main reason I call him My Brilliance is because he is just that. Brilliant. And I don’t just mean the fact that he is a super genius. Though he is. They did standardized testing the other week, and it turns out my second grader has the math and reading apptitude of a jr. high school student.

That’s right; my 7 year old is puberty smart. I never thought I’d get to use the phrase “puberty smart.” No, YER and oxy-Moron…

So this has led to the school scrambling around to further assess him and place him correctly, making us parents fill out paperwork that doesn’t always make sense.

NOTE: The following conversation is a simplified one, paraphrased to better get the meaning and feel across. My so used much bigger words, and his parents aren’t quite as dumb as I make them out to be (or are we?)

(mark if often applies) “your child is very imaginative, and often loses touch with reality”


Me: This doesn’t make sense

Topher (my son’s father): This doesn’t make sense.

Me: That’s what I said.

My Brilliance: It’s a logic trap. One does not have to lead to the other; they are putting two seperate points in that sentance. Since they are not both true, the statement is false.

Me: I knew that.

Topher: Me too.

The intelligence is certainly a part of what makes my son brilliant What really matters is not how smart he is, but who he is as a person.. the make up of his character. My Brilliance is a very thoughtful and playful person. He understands how to tease, he is sympathetic, he owns himself and his actions. He gets the meaning and intent of a situation seemingly by instinct, and he does not use this against people or for himself. Rather, he tries to find the best situation for everyone involved. He is loving and compassionate, and strong in himself.

He is my brightness on a dreary day. He is My Brilliance.

Dear Readers, what is it that brightens your day simply by being what it is?




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