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  1. Gratitude, etc.

    Saturday, October 12, 2019

    All of you who expressed your concern whether as a comment on the 
    blog page, my Facebook page, a phone call, or an email directly to me, THANK YOU!

    Two beautiful women sent me cards and cash.  So appreciated and needed 
    since I wasn’t able to be out there making money for quite a while.  My closest buddy lent me money and brought me tea, took me to the doctor’s more than once.  He is my unofficially adopted brother.

    I feel much better.  Wednesday was my last antibiotic.  The next day was 
    supposed to be my follow-up visit with the infectious diseases doctor but got rescheduled by them.  I think the doc was sick.  I was actually relieved because I wasn’t able to sleep the night before until 5am.  So I was on the verge of rescheduling.  Since they did it, I have no guilt about it.  I’m supposed to see her next Thursday.

    Currently I feel like the pneumonia is gone.  I am being cautious though 
    since so many people told me they thought they were ok and then got hospitalized.  I have other problems from lying around and sitting too many hours per day.  Circulation in my legs …

    The “Chinese Consulate” calls me often.  This is crazy.  I’ve never been to 
    China, I am not Chinese, and I never had anything to do with the Chinese Consulate. 

    This technological age seems to offer as many problems as benefits.

    During my feeling awful, I did the mature thing and canceled being in a 
    comedy show.  The producer was very understanding, and offered to reschedule me in his weekly show.  I think I’m ready to respond to that email.  I miss being out there.

    My cell phone service has been interrupted.  I’m hoping my internet, cable, and home phone doesn’t.  My financial situation sucks. 

    My last comedy show and three poetry readings were fantastic.  So I have lots of hope.  The host of my most recent reading told me this: 

    You did a great feature. I got positive feedback from folks there. Margo, the new WSAC board president, complimented you and your work emphatically. She said you presented the case for women’s rights and women’s situation in the society very clearly and very well; very down to earth. You were a big hit. 

    That made me feel very good.

    I’ll keep you all updated.

    Much love to CGG-M!  

  2. When 'She So Funny' Ain't So Funny

    Friday, October 4, 2019

    Hi folks.  I’m too exhausted to share the long version, but I’ve been sick 
    since 9/22.  At its peak, I had 103 temperature.  I had pneumonia.  Now after a round of antibiotics, those symptoms subsided.  However, I have some infection on my right lung.  Saw an infectious diseases doctor.  Now I’m on a round of much stronger antibiotics. 

    My best buddy has been my major support, and I am very grateful.  I hope I survive this.  I really look forward to feeling well again.

    In the meantime, I have to be aware of certain things that would indicate 
    a need for the ER.

    Love to CGG-M

  3. How It Went!

    Friday, September 20, 2019

    Ah the stressful joys of producing.  Things were going pretty smoothly for the 9/13/2019 show on City Island.  The one thing I didn’t do that I had wanted to do was make programs for the guests.  My printer doesn’t work, and my friend who would’ve printed for me was going through too much.  I didn’t want to add anything to his plate that wasn’t absolutely necessary.

    The comics were booked.  I do like my taste, so I felt confident the 
    guests were going to enjoy the show a lot.  I’d been mentioning the show in my blog for several months.  I wrote a press release (something I learned from Anne Leighton) and sent it to the City Island paper (The Island Current).  They responded right away saying they’d include the info in their September edition.  I was thrilled.  I want to get the City Island residents interested since it’s not a laborious trip for them as it is for many people throughout the city (when I say ‘city,’ I’m referring to all the five boroughs that make it up).  I was hopeful but didn’t count on the local folks to come out.  I invited people who I know from the poetry circles, former co-workers whose friendship has held up over time from corporate jobs and teaching jobs, former students (they are adults), long-time dear friends, comedy friends, etc.  I also asked the booked comics to try to bring a guest or two.  However, it’s not a requirement.  I book based on talent – call me old-fashioned.

    Elliot Glick and Monica Glick are really good people, so I was excited about bringing a comedy show to The Artist, which is their place.  Monica made a beautiful flier.  She treated each of the comics to a copy of the newspaper, so we could have our names in print for promotional material, feeling good, scrapbooks, etc.  Elliot and Monica are warm and welcoming.  They also promote the show.

    All the efforts were successful.  I believe all the seats were taken.  Elliot 
    announced that he’ll get more chairs for the next show.  J  I shared all 
    this because several comic friends are often surprised (happily) that I can draw a full audience and ask how I do it.  I think the main difference is that I invite people from many areas of my life.  I think many comics mainly invite other comics. 

    I learned early on that most comics are busy working on their own journey, understandably, and don’t necessarily go to other people’s shows.  It is the rarity when a comic goes to a comedy show they aren’t in.  I’ve done it as have some others, but I also understand that money is limited as is time and energy.  That is why I appreciated so much that Eddie Messanelli brought his wife Svetlana and came out to enjoy the show.  He even posted the next day on Facebook about how good the show was.  For those who don’t know, Eddie runs a free monthly show at Otto’s Shrunken Head.  He even brings delicious cheesecake for anyone who wants.

    But let me back up.  Earlier in the day, about four hours before the show, 
    I was showered but not yet dressed when my cell phone rang.  I felt this was trouble.  I get most of my calls on my landline home phone.  However I gave my cell number to the comics in case they needed to reach me once I left the house.  So a call on the cell is not typical, and I figured I was feeling too relaxed about the show, so here comes trouble.  It was the spouse of one of the comics saying their car was delayed.  I had to look at the clock because I was about to panic that I wasn’t even dressed yet.  Even though I live in the Bronx, I am 3 bus rides from City Island.  When I saw the time, I said “It’s early.  The show isn’t for hours yet.”  I know this person as a very talented poetry and fiction writer.  Now I learned she is obsessively early to places.  I had no idea.  I have the opposite problem. 

    I then started to wonder if I was being too relaxed and should be getting 
    ready.  True to my habits, I didn’t.  I planned on getting there at about a half-hour before we were supposed to start.

    About five minutes before I expected to leave, that cell phone rang again.  Uh-oh.  Can’t be good.  It wasn’t.  One of the wonderful comics had arranged coverage at her job, so she could be in the show.  She was just informed the person who was to cover for her broke her arm.  My comic had to go to her job.  My heart sunk to some degree.  The audience was paying for this show and I had publicized it as with four comics and I’d be hosting (and doing some material).  I wanted to live up to what I had promised.  

    It was an hour-and-a- half ‘til show time.  I began my 3-bus trip and 
    started looking through my contacts on my phone.  There are two Bronx comics on my contacts.  They are both good, they both drive, and I doubted either would be available.  One was on her way to Manhattan to do a spot.  I really didn’t think the other would be free as she’s been getting booked all over the place lately.  My 2nd bus was delayed and now I was just hoping I’d be on time for the show.  I gave up on being there a half-hour early.  I was hoping my deodorant was still working.

    By the time the 2nd bus came, it was packed, I was standing, and I was 
    texting the other comic.  She called me back and I could barely hear her.  I have a flip phone.  Stop laughing.  The bus was noisy.  I hate having to ask someone to repeat themselves and I don’t like yelling into my cell on a crowded bus.  So by the end of our communication, I thought we were clear and all set.  She actually was available but needed some time to get ready.  I told her that she’d be up 3rd so she had some time and didn’t have to be there at the beginning of the show.  Then I got a text from her.  “Is the show tonight?”  I texted back: “Yes. That’s why I’m stressing.”  So I was hoping it was all clear.  I wasn’t counting on it.

    I texted people who I knew were there already and told them one of my 
    buses was delayed but I was on my way.  I wanted them to let others know I was almost there.  I was so lucky that the 3rd bus was there when I got off the 2nd bus.  I ran.  Not an easy task for me nowadays.  The driver stepped on it, and I was at the place only about ten minutes late.  The place was almost full at that point.  Guests were texting me that they were almost there, stuck in traffic, looking for parking, etc.

    I admit, I thought it is easier to be in someone else’s show.  It is, but the 
    advantage to having my own show is I get to book it and know I am going to deliver a fun event that I can feel proud of.

    Debbie Bazza did come to my rescue and filled in with a hilarious 
    performance.  The audience loved her and all the comics.  Everyone left happy, which is what I like.  I want them to want to come back.  No one felt ripped off.  And when the hat was passed around for contributions for the performers, the audience was quite generous.

    I want to thank Iris, David, Mark, Francine, Anne, Sylvia, Marcos, Judy 
    (who also brought wine and sent a glass over to me; then also gave two guests a ride off of City Island and drove me home!), Ernest, Kathryn (who took the photo below), Jackie, Cecily, Lia, Eddie (who made sure two of my friends who showed up late got seats and felt welcomed), Svetlana, Lisa, George, Melissa, Debbie, Monica, Elliot, Hannah (who worked as the waitress for the night), City Islanders whose names I don’t know, friends of friends whose names I can’t remember (and I’m sorry if I’m forgetting anyone).

    Some of my favorite lines of the evening –

    “We don’t have make-up sex; we have make-believe sex.  She makes 
    believe I’m …”

    “Maybe five years ago when it was still juicy…”

    “Leggings go with tunic tops.  We don’t want to see camel toe.”

    Of course the comic who would not pay rent and would eat Ramen noodles because she “loooooovvvvvvveeeeeesssss shooooooooes …”

    “Games with the pussy?!  What kind of shit is that?  As much as you guys 
    play with your shit!”

    The next day a friend from college, who I haven’t seen in so many years, 
    wrote me and told me she had a senior moment.  She thought the show started at 6 instead of 8pm.  She was there, had already eaten, and was sleepy.  So she didn’t stay.  Hopefully next time, Terry!  My friend Steven who planned on being there didn’t make it because his car wouldn’t start. 

    I do feel very good that so many folks attended the show, and others 
    wanted to.  I believe we are going to do this once a season.  When I get a date, I’ll let you know.  It’ll probably be in December. 

     Mark Larsen, Melissa Diaz, Lisa Harmon, Mindy Matijasevic, Debbie Bazza

  4. It's Just a Matter of Days ...

    Tuesday, September 10, 2019

    This Friday, people!  Going to be a blast!  Make a day of it.  Visit City 
    Island, a small boating community in the Bronx, visit the many quaint shops, enjoy some seafood (if you like seafood), and then get over to the The Artist (formerly the Starving Artists Café) for a fantastic comedy show.  Just ten bucks admission, no minimum (though they do sell light fare, beverages, and yummy desserts), and a jar will be passed around for contributions for the performers.  We will earn every dollar.

    249 City Island Avenue.  If you are taking public transportation, you 
    ultimately have to get the BX29 Bus.  You can take the #6 train to Pelham Bay Park, and catch the bus there.  It’s worth the trip.

    Those of you who already told me you will be there, a big hug to you. 
    appreciate your support, and I guarantee mucho laughter.  

    big love to CGG-M

  5. End-of-Summer Comedy Show

    at The Artist, 249 City Island Avenue

    Friday, September 13 @ 8pm (arrive at 7:45)


                             Mindy Matijasevic

                                         Mark Larsen      


                                                             Lisa Harmon

                                                                             Joanna Briley                            

                              Melissa Diaz

    $10 cover; no minimum; light fare and desserts and beverages available for purchase; jar passed around for contributions for the performers; laughter guaranteed.

    #6 train to Pelham Bay Park, then the BX29 bus to City Island.   

    love to CGG-M

  6. 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.

    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:

    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.

    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.

    Curated and hosted by Mindy Matijasevic, comic, actress, writer, human 
    being, woman, mom, ex-wife, and originator of the Divorced Divas of 
    Comedy .   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   and at

    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.

  7. 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 

    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. 


    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