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  1. End-of-Summer Comedy Show! at The Artist (formerly the Starving Artists Café) 249 City Island Avenue, City Island will be rockin’ on Friday, September 13, 2019 .  Arrive at 7:45 for seating and settling in.  Showtime 8pm.  Ten bucks admission.  No minimum though you may be tempted to try a delightful dessert.  A jar is passed around later to show your appreciation for the comics.  And what a wonderful line-up we have!


    Mark Larsen is a writer, poet, comic, and a Yankees fan.  Mark has 
    performed at Broadway Comedy Club, New York Comedy Club, Greenwich Village Comedy Club, and will be bringing his funny to City Island for this show.  https://www.facebook.com/mark.larsen.9028


    Lisa Harmon has been causing laughter in all boroughs of NYC and beyond.  She’s performed at all the major NYC clubs, at the 17th Annual BAAD! 
    Ass Women Festival (Bronx, NY), the Third Annual Ladies Laugh Comedy Festival (Madison, WI), the She Makes Me Laugh Femme Fest (NYC), and has a weekly show at Phoenix Bar in the East Village (NYC).  More at her website:  www.lisaharmon.net


    Joanna Briley, known to some as Miss Swipe, is the friendliest, and very 
    likely the funniest, token booth clerk.  Joanna has performed at Gotham Comedy Club, Caroline’s on Broadway, Stand-Up New York, and many other clubs.  Now she produces her own show:  Laff Tracks Comedy Showcase which is monthly.  She wrote, produced, and performed, “Swipe This: My Life in Transit!” which received great reviews.  Always providing opportunities for others, she co-founded the Black Women in Comedy Festival.  https://www.facebook.com/joanna.briley


    Melissa Diaz is a comic, writer, and actress from the Bronx.  As a 
    youngster, Melissa made up stories and plays for her friends and family, which were supposed to be very serious, extremely epic tragedies that, instead, made everyone crack up.  Now she talks about overcoming the patriarchy while patrons drink beer and laugh in her face.   Melissa co-produces two comedy shows:  Bunga’s Den every 1st and 3rd Wednesday of the month, and a monthly comedy/variety showcase at New York Comedy Club every second Friday of the month.  http://www.melissadiazcomedy.com/


    Curated and hosted by Mindy Matijasevic, comic, actress, writer, human 
    being, woman, mom, ex-wife, and originator of the Divorced Divas of 
    Comedy   https://www.facebook.com/threedivorceddivas/ .   Her comedy was aired on WBAI-FM’s feminist radio show “Joy of Resistance,” and she has performed at clubs, cafes, and special events.  Mindy regularly blogs at https://getyourpoemon.wordpress.com/   and at  www.SheSoFunny.org.


    Before the summer officially ends, stroll along the quaint City Island, 
    enjoy the restaurants, and get your laughs at the End-of-Summer Comedy Show!  at The Artist.
















  2. Hi all.  You may have noticed this already.  The last few blog entries each 
    have recently received a comment.  Apparently someone wants us all to know he once suffered from having a small penis.  Geez.  I don’t know how to delete the comment.



    It reminds me of a blog I wrote a while back about size.




    Us humans in general worry about the wrong things.  Just be a decent 
    person. 



    Speaking of decent human beings, a few things have made me feel all hope 
    is not lost. 








    (But if the sadism from the malignant narcissist in the White House with 
    the support of his followers continues, I don’t know if we will recover.) 



    Next time you see me, I’ll probably be a brunette again.  I’m in a 
    production that needs me to have my original color hair.  I welcome the change.



    By the way, I received a job listing that sounded right for what I could 
    use right now.  Two evenings a week.  Perfect.  Teaching math to returning adult basic students.  They want an experienced person who understands the students and is dynamic.  I thought this is the job I can do now and that I qualify for.  It turned out to be for the place I worked for 18 years.  They HAD dynamic math teachers who understood the students.  They got rid of us.  Aside from a couple of lovely math teachers, they kept people students consider bitches.  A number of students complained to the coordinator about the evil ones, and they felt unheard.  The program is disintegrating.  It took years for the previous administrations to build it, and 2 years to destroy it.  Sound familiar?  Like our democracy (that still needed work) and has after 2 years been worn down to a very sad place.



    I was tempted to apply, but I didn’t.  They want someone like me but who 
    will drop their integrity to do shit like throw people out due to absences or latenesses.  Fuck that.  The only reason I ever got a student removed from my class is if they made the atmosphere feel unsafe.  I promised my class a safe space, and I meant it.  I don’t think we should repeat the crap that didn’t help people the first time around.  I don’t criminalize people for lateness, and I don’t want bullies ruling the room.



    I can’t say it didn’t hurt to see that job listing.  One of the other loved 
    (by students and unappreciated by administration) math teachers also received it and contacted me.  I told her, “They had ‘dynamic’ and they didn’t appreciate it.” 



    Of course the students are who lose out.  Of all the former co-workers 
    and friends I told about the job opening, only the former counselor (who can see from the students’ view) told me to apply.  My best buddy told me to apply just for the “shits and giggles.”  I haven’t.  I’m enjoying being appreciated.  The thing with teaching, I normally feel appreciated by the students.  It’s the administration I have trouble with.  When I first began at that place, the administration both appreciated me and seemed to hate me.  That’s a longer story.  They liked my work, just didn’t like me.  I told one of them that my ‘work’ was an extension of me and who I am; it wasn’t a sofa I bought in a store. 



    Geez.



    At least I got some comedy bits out of all that.  But I need to get more 
    comedy, poetry, or prose out of all the shit I went through.  I am writing memoir about my years in adult education. 



    The beauty that no one was able to poison is many former students from 
    several jobs are in contact with me.  I LOVE hearing when someone who had been in my class continued on and earned their diploma.  No matter what I may be going through in my personal hell, it makes me smile. 



    Speaking of smiling, laughing, and all good feelings –

    September 13, 2019 – Comedy show at The Starving Artists 
    Café (now The Artist) 8pm.  $10 to enter.  Jar passed around later for the comics.  This is a show I’m booking and can guarantee a good time.  249 City Island Avenue, City Island (the Bronx), New York.  Line-up:  Lisa Harmon!  Mark Larsen!  Melissa Diaz!  Joanna Briley!  I will host.  Laughter is guaranteed.  The weather should still be pleasant, and everyone should visit City Island especially if they live in NYC.  It’s a lovely experience.  Come early, walk around, and explore.  Then get your butt to The Artist before 8pm and laugh with us! 


      







              Love to CGG-M 







  3. From the Dungeon to the Island

    Tuesday, July 16, 2019












    I performed on Randy Epley’s Comedy Dungeon show at Jazz on the Park Hostel.  It’s not necessarily an easy audience, but it is interesting.  People are visiting NYC for different reasons from other parts of the country and the world.  The audience included a young woman from Ireland, another from New Zealand, another from Ohio, and others whose homes I don’t know.  Then there were the comics in the audience.  One comic from Michigan brought his little dog.  The dog wasn’t part of the act; he was in the audience.  I love dogs, so it made me smile.


    Randy has an unusual style, and it does tickle me. 






    The audience may have different levels of English comprehension – and 
    there’s the expressions, slang, and curse words.  It’s not a comedy club.  Though people are welcome to BYOB, most are not drinking.  So it is a different experience.  I enjoyed it.  This time, I couldn’t stay until the very end.  I like to when I can. 


    When I made reference to Trump without mentioning his name, they got 
    it.  They knew who the crotch-grabber I mentioned was.  When I spoke of male/female relationships, they got it no matter where on the globe they were from.  When I said “amoeba,” I wasn’t sure people knew what that was or if the joke just didn’t land.  So it’s a different kind of challenge.  I like the intimacy of the show.  Randy’s style has grown on me.  When I first saw him perform, I think I was just shocked.  Lol.  I am one of those comics who enjoys watching other comics do their thing.  And when I’m tickled, I laugh.  I also learn from watching, especially when a joke doesn’t get the laughs one may have expected.  Those are the hard moments.  Some comics handle it so well and turn it into a funny moment.  That is something I still need to further develop.


    It was good to be back on the comedy stage.  It had been a while. 








    Trying to not smoke cigarettes.  I’m a mess.  Went out at 4am to get a 
    pack.  That’s how well I’m doing with this.  Oy oy oy. 


    Reminder:  Mark your calendars for a special evening on City Island.  
    September 13th, 8pm (get there at 7:45).  End-of-Summer-Comedy Show at The Artist (formerly the Starving Artist Café), 249 City Island Avenue.  $10 admission.  NO minimum.  Jar passed around for the comics.  Line-up:  Mark Larsen, Lisa Harmon, Melissa Diaz, Joanna Briley, and me!





    Much love to CGG-M  



  4. Sometimes Kickin' Azz Makes History

    Wednesday, July 10, 2019









    The people in this photo are Bronx writers who each contributed a slice of memoir to 
    the Bronx Memoir Project vol. III.  I’m behind the woman in the red blouse (center, back).


    If you’d like your very own copy of the anthology or one to give as a gift, 
    Your purchase supports the project, so the Bronx Council on the Arts can do it again. 


    At the end of June, my long-time friend Judy and I went to the Pride 
    Parade.  Unlike years ago, we were spectators.  When we first started going to the parade in the late 70s/early 80s, it was mainly to support a couple of friends.  It was different then.  We were some of the marchers.  You didn’t have to be part of a contingent.  Sometimes I wore a sign, sometimes I didn’t.  When I did, it said, “Another straight for gays’ human rights” and the other side said, “Another straight for lesbians’ human rights.”  When I wore it, so many people would come over to thank me throughout the day.  There would be hugs.  It was a warm human experience.  On years when I didn’t feel like wearing or holding a sign, if I ran into anyone I knew, they’d act like they just discovered my secret.  I once tried to explain that I was there to support friends, and the person “yeah, yeah, yeah”-ed me.  I realized it was making everything worse, so I just decided to let people believe whatever they are going to anyway.  It doesn’t really matter.  These days, I ain’t fuckin’ anyone anyway.


    Back then it was rare to see a corporation.  It was more like “Gay Doctors 
    and Nurses,” “Gay Teachers,” “Gay and Lesbian Police Officers,” and that sort of thing.  It felt like getting to know the community.  People had boom boxes and played, “Gloria” and “I’m Coming Out” and other popular songs of the time.  The parade typically ended in under five hours and then there’d be partying down Christopher Street.  Dancing on floats, in the streets, and on fire escapes.  Now it lasts over ten hours and it is a lot of commercial advertising – cell phone companies, credit card companies, all kinds of stuff like that.  And those of us who used to be able to march in it are now on the sidewalks behind barricades. 


    Judy and I went mainly because of it being the 50th anniversary of the 
    Stonewall patrons fighting back.  That really took balls to fight the police.  I can relate to the fed-up-ness.




    In general, gay people tend to make things colorful and pretty, and Judy 
    took some good shots.



       







    Chuck Schumer partook.




    Bill DeBlasio partook.





    Judy managed to take pics of none of the corporate stuff.  :-)




    Sunday, July 14, at 8:30, comedy show at Jazz on the Park Hostel.  It is 
    Randy Epley’s Comedy Dungeon show.  I’m on the line-up.  The show is FREE.  You are welcome to BYOB (& cup), food, etc.  36 West 106 Street near Central Park West. 



    Love to CGG-M 





  5. Debates and Updates

    Saturday, June 29, 2019










    One of the things that struck me on both debate nights was who on stage had been a soldier in the armed forces.  On night one, it was a woman.  On night two, it was gay man.  Both of these groups were not allowed to fight for their country in the armed forces for so long and is still an issue for people.  I hope it is an eye-opener.  A country turning away its people who want to serve is self-defeating.



    Like with any other ism, we all lose out.



    The sickness I had is still with me.  No fever, but so much coughing and 
    congestion.  My sleep schedule is topsy turvy.  I’m concerned because I have early plans on Sunday with a friend who I miss.  I don’t want to fuck it up.



    The Mob Mentality show I was cast in is still on hold.  L  When it resumes, I think I’m going to enjoy the experience a lot.  Really looking forward to it.



    In the meantime, our Pussy Grabber in Chief thinks Megan Rapinoe’s 
    protest during the anthem is "inappropriate."  I think grabbing ladies by their pussy is beyond inappropriate.  But who’s asking me?



    The humidity is so high today.  The sweat from under my breasts on my t-
    shirt looks like I’m leaking milk.



    July 14, 2019 -- I’ll be performing comedy at the Jazz on the Park 
    Hostel, 36 West 106th St.  8:30pm  FREE!  BYOB if you want (and probably a cup too).



    September 13, 2019 – Comedy show at The Starving Artists Café (now 
    The Artist) 8pm.  $10 to enter.  Jar passed around later for the comics.  
    This is a show I’m booking and can guarantee a good time.  249 City Island 
    Avenue, City Island (the Bronx), New York.  Line-up:  Lisa Harmon!  Mark Larsen!  Melissa Diaz!  Joanna Briley!  I will host.  Laughter is guaranteed.  



    The weather should still be pleasant, and everyone should visit City Island especially if they live in NYC.  It’s a lovely experience.  Come early, walk around, and explore.  Then get your butt to The Artist before 8pm and laugh with us! 











    love to CGG-M 











  6. This Bronx Girl

    Tuesday, June 18, 2019












    I’m one of those New Yorkers who never had a self-defrosting refrigerator.  Though tonight I again realized it does eventually self-defrost.  The ice builds until the freezer door can’t close.


     *


    Then the ice melts all over the place.  Eventually, it is defrosted enough 
    for the door to close again.  That’s as self-defrosting a fridge as I’ve ever had.



    Here and there, I’ve been approaching messes in my apartment that I 
    haven’t approached in years.  Amazing the things I find.  Some goes to P.O.T.S. (Part of the Solution).  It’s a multi-service center that also houses people when needed.  I bring clothes, perfumes, books, magazines, household items, etc.  They are so appreciative.  I’m so glad to bring things there, knowing they will get a second life. 



    When I was a child, my new clothes all came from shopping bags that 
    others gave away.  The butcher’s wife gave us bags from her relatives, my cousin’s clothes were passed along to me, and my mother’s cousin’s clothes as well.  I know what it’s like to hope so much that something in those bags will fit right and be something I like.  So it is with real pleasure that I can pass things along as well.



    The last time I was there and stacked books on a shelf, a man saw a title, 
    and in a delighted voice, said, “Poetry!”  I interpreted his tone and thrill as more over the fact that I’d bring poetry there than the actual poetry.  I just smiled.  I didn’t say, “Of course!  God/dess doesn’t distribute intelligence and talent just to those with money.  I know this for a fact.”  I just left knowing at least two people felt good – me and that man.



    Mark your calendars, people.  September 13, 2019 comedy show on City 
    Island.  Next time, I should be able to tell you the line-up.  It’s going to be real goooooood.




    *Not my fridge, but close enough.

    Love to CGG-M