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  1. A Trilogy of Assholery

    Tuesday, February 20, 2018

    When someone tells me three times within 15 minutes that he can be a “real asshole,” I have certainly learned in my life to believe the person.  If this were a personal interaction, I would’ve simply said, “I believe you,” and walked away.  But this is someone I have to work with if I’m going to be part of a particular creative project.  So I could’ve said something to the effect of, “This isn’t going to work for me; I’ve done more than my time with an asshole.”  But I liked the project, and it will be over in a few weeks, so, with an end in sight, I agreed to do it.  Now I am wondering if I made the right choice.  No money is involved, so it isn’t
    going to help me pay a bill or even buy a metrocard.  I guess I am still learning how to create the life I feel good living.
    I am not enjoying what I thought I would enjoy, but I hope in the end that I will feel proud of my part in the project.


    I traveled three buses in Saturday night’s crazy snowstorm to City Island to do a comedy set on the musician’s break at a Days of Wild music show at the Starving Artist’s Café.  I love that place.  I also always enjoy Days of Wild. 

    Guitarist and singer Artie Dillon came up with a theme song for me.  I was delighted at the introduction.

    This time, however, I had a heckler in the audience.  That is rare for me, 
    so it didn’t register right away that he indeed was a heckler.  I thought he just wanted to ask me something – it’s a more casual atmosphere and not a comedy club, so it can be conversational at times.  I answered his nonsense.  I’d never seen him before.  I didn’t know what he was all about yet.  Well my sincere and intelligent answers didn’t do it for him.  So he continued to interrupt.  I asked him if he would like the mic.  That seemed to shut him up for a bit.  I continued doing my stuff, and he was leaving.  The stage is next to the door.  I saw him and said, “You’re leaving? Thanks for heckling me.”  He said, “You’re welcome.”  And he left.

    As the door shut behind him, one of my favorite people there yelled out to me, “The IQ level in the room just went up.”

    The support is so wonderful. 

    I continued my material, and there was laughter, which did feel good.  It’s 
    not an easy room for a comic.  Most of the people are intelligent and enjoy some of my stuff that other audiences tend to not get.  I really like that this audience knows what an amoeba is and that a “hoe” is a garden tool.  It allows them to get my jokes.  However, some are rather conservative and don’t appreciate my loose language and sexual references while others love it.  At the extremes, some have asked me to be dirtier, and others have not even smiled during my set.  I decided to accept I won’t please everybody.  That led to me remembering some song lyrics which led to a comedy bit which made most folks laugh. 

    When the musicians went back on stage, another one of my favorite people there shared a story from the stage about the heckler.  Seems he arrived as an asshole.  Several years ago, he had a new open mic comic in tears.  She ran out and never returned.  It was an open mic where people are working on their stuff.  No one is expected to be a pro at an open mic.  The person sharing this story went on to say, “This time, you got him to leave.”

    Of course, as a comic, it’s not my goal to make people leave, but it’s better than not being able to do my set.  As a person, when narcissists or any kind of rude person leaves, I take it as a diploma -- proof that I’ve learned and grown and now give off a very different vibe. 

    At the end of the night, I received a wonderful, long, genuine hug from the man that booked me.  He said something like, "You are a good woman."  

    It is so wonderful to be appreciated.  


    On Sunday night, I returned from the store and three male teenagers 
    entered my building with me.  I did not recognize them as people from the building.  They did not say thank you when they entered though I unlocked the lobby door.  They went to the elevator which made my decision to take the stairs.  They spoke in Spanish.  As I was heading toward the steps, one kept saying, “Senora.”  I turned around and asked, “You’re talking to me? I don’t speak Spanish.”  He asked if the elevator was working.  I said, “Sometimes.”  Then he had the balls to ask what floor I live on.  “Not your concern,” I answered.

    I marched up the stairs, carefully listening to their voices and 
    movements.  I believe my attitude said, “Don’t fuck with me.  I’m tired of assholes and just might end you.”


  2. Tuesday "She" on a Saturday

    Saturday, February 10, 2018

    I’ve been cast as a high school principal in a play!  
    It is part of a one-act play festival by new playwrights.  Though no money is involved, I am happy to be in a play.  A young woman wrote it, and I like it.  I deeply appreciate her message.  I hope the director and I manage to work well together.  I will do my part.

    I am performing stand-up the next two Saturdays at the same place. 
    anticipate a lot of the same audience.  So I feel the need to write some new stuff.  I hope I manage to do that.

    I was asked to be part of a special Valentine’s Day event in Brooklyn by my poetry friend Evie Ivy.  I’m not much of a Valentine-y poet, so I told her I might be able to write a prose piece and asked if that would be okay.  She was very welcoming.  Now I still have to write it.  I think it might end up being an anti-Valentine’s Day piece.  Or maybe it will be a collage of Valentine’s Days.  I tend to do okay writing collages.  That is how I put together my pieces for the What Were the Sixties Really Like? shows I was honored to be in.

    Rehearsals for the play begin this Monday.  I am excited.  I’ve never 
    played a high school principal before.  I enjoy new acting challenges.  I’ve played a socialist gardener, a Latina nanny, a corporate mole, a psychic and somewhat crazy woman, a homeless woman, a neglectful mom, a prostitute, a prostitute mother of a prostitute, a good mom, a mom catching her young adult son with a one-night-stand, a prisoner, a substitute teacher, a soldier, a Bible-toter, a nurse, a crack addict, an ex-wife, one of the women in Vagina Monologues, but never a high school principal. 

    After I read the script, I felt encouraged by future female playwrights.  
    This one is Leslie Huynh.

    Upcoming appearances:

    • ·        Saturday, 2/10/2018  Comedy at the Days of Wild music happening at Starving Artist Café on City Island  8pm

    • ·        Wednesday, 2/14/2018  Reader at a special Valentine’s Day event at the Green Pavilion in Brooklyn  7pm

    • ·        Saturday, 2/17/2018  Comedy at the Days of Wild music happening at Starving Artist Café on City Island  8pm

    • ·        Thursday, 3/1/2018  Acting in “Passing” at the New Playwrights One-Act Play Festival at the Lovinger Theatre on the campus of Lehman College  7pm

    • ·        Friday, 3/2/2018  Acting in “Passing” at the New Playwrights One-Act Play Festival at the Lovinger Theatre on the campus of Lehman College  7pm

    • ·        Friday, 3/9/2018  Comedy in Funny Underground Comedy Krew show at Broadway Comedy Club  7pm


  3. I hate the bitter cold.  I am so glad I didn’t let it stop me from getting to “Laffin’ Matterz” TV taping at MNN on Friday.  I enjoyed the show so much.  The line-up, producers, director, DJ, host, and audience made it a really nice evening.  I spent so much of the time laughing.  I was in a good head while doing my set.  I felt connected to the audience during my performance and supported by the other comics when I stepped off stage.  The natural high stayed with me, a nice and needed buzz.

    Several people who were in the show are not in these post-show photos.

    I needed to keep my hat on.  My tolerance for the cold has become less 
    and less.  The “Laffin’ Matterz” experience, however, was very warming.

    I saw Pudge Fernandez after a long time, I met several comics who I only had known by name -- Peaches Rodriguez being one -- and I received warm hugs.  That is a human contact that I treasure.  That chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat contact.  

    The next night, I dreamt of my son and I when he was about 4.  It was a 
    very affectionate scene and we were playing what we called “Mama Rough” which was a mellower version of playing rough with Papa.  “Mama Rough” had more kissing, tickling, and laughing involved.

    The next two Saturday nights, February 10th and February 17th, I will be 
    adding comedy to a wonderful live music show, “Days of Wild,” at the Starving Artist Café on City Island in the Bronx where people feel free to dance in the aisles.  No cover charge!  Enjoy menu items (and you are free to bring your own alcohol).

     Enjoy a sample!

      It's where you are free to be who you be.



  4. Hello There, February

    Tuesday, January 30, 2018

    💖 Hello February! 

    Yes I know, it means another rent envelope and phone calls telling me I’m behind on Con Edison, Optimum, Verizon, etc., etc.  BUT it also means:

    Hector Luis’ “Laffin’ Matterz”

    and it also means:

    Papa Guyo’s “Days of Wild”

    I am glad to be part of both.  And they are both free! 

    Hector’s show is a TV taping at MNN Studio in Manhattan.  So you are the 
    live studio audience and very appreciated. 

    Papa Guyo’s show is the live music of “Days of Wild.”  I’m the guest 
    comedian who will perform during the musicians’ break.  The music is truly fantastic.  They always play my favorite Sly and the Family Stone songs.  People tend to get up and dance in the aisles.  It’s a City Island happening.

    There are two Mondays off from the job in February.  I appreciate that.  
    I need it.

    And yes, there is Valentine’s Day.

    My first Valentine was my darling mother.  She brought home fun colorful 
    papers and white lacy doily paper, and we sat down to make cards as she explained the holiday to me.  I don’t recall any date ever measuring up to the wonderful feeling of making crafts with my mother.  

    As an adult, the best Valentine’s Day I had was in my early twenties when 
    my Valentine date was me.  I dressed up and took myself to the Village.  I stopped and looked in store windows and in stores without having to consult with or be controlled or judged by anyone.  That stood out to me as something to treasure about being single.  I went to a place where performers took the stage.  I sat at the bar.  The bartender was a tall handsome gay man.  He smiled at me and he said, “Oooh, you look so Valentine-y!”  His comment felt so pure and made me smile.  Several decades later, I still remember.

    My most hurtful Valentine’s Day was, well, it is for another blog.  I don’t 
    want to re-live it now. 


  5. A World of Creatives Out There

    Tuesday, January 23, 2018

    Every so often, I like to dedicate my blog to giving shout-outs to many 
    other creative people I am fortunate to know.

    I’m in this “cult classic” Hectic Knife which was fun to do.  If this type of film appeals to you, here it is:

    A writing friend hustles to survive like I do, so if you or someone you know can use her services (I hear she’s good at what she does), please contact her and tell her Mindy sent you.  No, I don’t get a commission, but would just like her to know if you heard of her from me.  She does offices, homes, computer clutter, etc.

    Susan Weiman
    hands-on organizing 
    for efficiency and productivity

    In recent years, I’ve been very happy working with Richard Hart for 
    photos.  He’s never made me feel uncomfortable.  Sometimes, we’ve met in a park in Manhattan, and the last time was in his studio in Queens.  Many of you have liked my pics, so I’d like to share his info.  And again, I’d appreciate if you let him know you heard of him from me.  Again, no commission, just a show of my gratitude.  His email:

    Some of the pics he’s taken of me (some are touched up, some not):




    Not his fault that I gained weight.  LOL

    My friend Ken Machlin has two fun books out.  He’s actually the son of a 
    woman I worked with, Sue Machlin, who was one of the angels in my life.  Ken’s books:


    Lauren Mayer, an on-line friend, puts out a song a week satirizing our 
    insane political situation.  On youtube, she is Psycho SuperMom 

    A good man named Ted has a bicycle shop where repairs are made, parts 
    replaced, aside from new bikes that are sold.

    Jodi Maestas Carothers and her husband Josh Carothers wrote a 
    children’s book which is for adults as well, “You the Magician.”

    The Divorced Divas of Comedy are available for parties, especially divorce 
    parties!  Can be 2, 3, or 4 Divas, customized to your budget.

    or simply contact me:

  6. One way or another, we made it through the holidays and survived 2017.
    Grateful to be here. 

    I am happy to be part of the Twisted Lipstick Comedy Show in Brooklyn on January 12, 2018.  It’s a very, very, funny line-up.  Now would be a good time to order your tickets on Eventbrite which means a bargain price.  Please mention my name when you do.

    I’m off from work for this week.  It is nice to sleep as much as I want and 
    not wake to an alarm.  I had a bunch of dreams, or one long one -- can’t tell. 

    My darling Luigi (my canine son who is in Heaven) appeared several times.  
    There were many scenes and people that are fuzzy in my memory.  I’m pretty sure my son and ex appeared.  What I remember more clearly was a scene where I was sitting on a step somewhere sort of outdoors and sort of indoors like a train station or something.  A man, who I may have not known at all or was slightly familiar with, sat down also and was trying to get with me.  It was all about him and his desires and how beautiful he found me, etc., etc.  It didn’t feel good.  Just as I often have felt in awake life, I began to feel punished by his desire.  He turned to face me and kept on talking without even trying to gauge if I wanted to be spoken to.  I responded to my discomfort/fear by getting up, saying, “I’m not comfortable.  You are too aggressive.  I don’t like this.”  And, I walked away.  He shouted out an apology as I left.

    As many of you know, I have been proud of my twelve and a half years of 
    being in my penis-free zone (3 of those years were while the ex was still in my apartment giving me little choice but to totally cut him off).  The dream gave me some confidence that I will walk away from bad.  I’ve known men who say, “I’m not a bad guy.”  What a selling point.  I can’t remember ever describing myself by saying, “I’m not a bad woman.”  If the best thing one can say about himself is that he isn’t bad, that’s bad.  And since there is soooo much bad out there, some disguised as good for a while as I’ve learned the hard way, it has just felt much safer and saner to stay away.  Since I’ve divorced, the few men I’ve felt attracted to over the years are married.  After my initial disappointment, I’d eventually thank God for not letting me have what I had thought I wanted.  What I needed was a lot of recovery and learning time.  That is what I got.

    You can't always get what you want
    You can't always get what you want
    You can't always get what you want
    But if you try sometimes, yeah
    You might find you get what you need! 

    Speaking of the era of the Rolling Stones, the videos of the last episode 
    of the What Were the ‘60s Really Like? show is on you tube.  Below is part 2 where I read my 3-minute slice of memoir from that time of my life.  I set it to start right at my part if you aren’t into seeing more.


    Oh, I forgot to mention, my button’s bigger than your button.

    Here’s hoping we survive 2018 and the cheeto’s button.