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  1. Warrior, Lump, or Both?

    Friday, June 4, 2021

     










    I have been drinking so much water since cutting down on cigarettes that I think I may have also lost a little weight.  I’d be glad if I did.  I received good advice from a former smoker.  She knew from experience not to aim for zero from smoking 20-30 cigarettes a day.  It did make me feel calmer than I expected to feel.  I stopped being upset with myself for smoking and instead felt proud of my progress. 

     

    I’m still only buying them loose.  So far, I’ve gone from 20-30 a day to 5-15 a day.  I feel that if I had a pack in the house, I’d likely smoke the whole pack.  Still desire it.  I don’t feel sure I can maintain what I’ve achieved so far, but I’m still trying.  It’s been 17 days.

     

    A few nights ago, I returned a phone call to one of the many people to whom I owe a phone call.  We spoke about a number of sad things, yet I felt good talking with her.  Her view of me is so much better than my view of myself these days.  We knew each other from a former job where she was a very caring counselor who really helped people.  I was a popular teacher who appreciated my students and was appreciated by them.  She told me I was an ass-kicker and a warrior.  Though I love that vision, I told her I felt like a depressed lump.  Her reaction was, “Oh NO. Not in my eyes.”  I am trying to borrow her eyes.


     


     

    She shared how much she loved my writing and wanted me to continue.  That night, I wrote.  I hadn’t realized, until later, her impact on me.

     

    One of the things I have been working on is a collection of my experiences in adult education where I taught people who were returning to try to get their high school diploma.  That night I wrote a first draft of the time I had to co-teach with someone who was very different than I am.

     

    Several nights later, I presented it to a writing workshop which mainly focuses on poetry but allows the occasional short prose.  Since the pandemic, we’ve been doing it on-line.  They had so many ideas and questions and suggestions.  So though I thought my piece was done, I have things to think about.  The workshop folks are so helpful.  Their feedback helps me try to make the piece as good and as clear as I can.

     

    I hope to get back into comedy.  I’ll let you know when there are shows I’m doing.  I hope it is soon even if we are masked.  I need money and laughter.



    Love to CGG-M ❤❤❤

    Mindy Matijasevic

     

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  2. Various Things

    Friday, June 14, 2019













    Hi all.  I was led to believe that this past week I’d be working on set of a 
    project in its final stages that began last summer.  However, the director never scheduled it, and that worked out just fine.  I was sick half the week and am finally feeling on the mend.  Thank God.  At this point in my life, when I get sick, I worry that it’s indicative of something awful.  But I think I’ll be okay.  I am grateful.



    A number of you have asked me about the “Mob Mentality” show and 
    where you can see it, etc.  I will share info as I get it.  Right now there’s a hold on that because the cinematographer had to leave town.  Not sure if they are replacing him or waiting for his return.  If you’d like to see their Facebook page, here it is:  https://www.facebook.com/mobmentalitytheseries/?ref=br_tf&epa=SEARCH_BOX



    Next Friday, June 21st, the Bronx Council on the Arts is having a celebratory event for the Bronx Memoir Project vol.3.  I have a thin slice of memoir in there.  I may be asked to read it aloud.  I was welcomed to bring one guest.  I asked my darling Frida, who I miss. 


    We used to work at a job together.  She was a very caring and helpful counselor where I taught.  The “passionate” and “sincere” attract each other.  (See last blog http://www.shesofunny.org/2019/06/do-it-with-passion.html)  She said yes!  Yay.


    My memoir material is not usually funny, and for sure, the slice in this anthology is not funny.  For those who think a comic can make anything funny, I doubt I’ll live long enough to be able to do that.  The only family members who ever made it into my comedy so far is my ex-husband and my Grandma’s plans to get me married off.  I don’t have the ability at this time to use my childhood traumas as comedy.  If it’s still hurting, it’s not funny.


    I’ve seen aspiring comics try to use things as material when it was not ready.  Not funny.  I’ve seen aspiring comics get angry at the audience for not finding their unsatisfied hard-on funny.  I was in a show with someone who yelled at the audience, “I’m horny.”  I saw the women look concerned.  I felt disappointed that the person who booked the show had this guy up there.  I have a good friend who doesn’t take the stage but is so funny.  When he’d have an unsatisfied hard-on, he’d tell me about the conversation he had with his penis.  THAT was hilarious.  It showed he took responsibility for his own arousal, no one in an audience would’ve felt uncomfortable, and it was fuckin’ funny.








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  3. Well, folks, no plumber has shown up yet.  We can take bets on how long 
    the bathroom ceiling will stay up there.


    Additionally I recently saw a rat in the lobby!  I screamed and ran out of 
    the building.  I went to the store, and when I came back, I was afraid to go into the building.  I waited for someone else to go in with.


    I was soooo freaked out that I texted my ex about it.  I told him I 
    thought he and our son would be amused.  My ex did used to save me from bugs and rodents.  He often said I was going to give him a heart attack.  I just couldn’t help myself.  I wasn’t trying to give him a heart attack.


    It’s been like that.  When I told a neighbor, he said that there are a lot of rats in the building now.  I’m freaking.  I am fuckin’ freaking.


    Changing the channel, a man found my info as an actress on a website 
    where my subscription ran out.  He managed to contact me anyway, and I’m cast in a project that will be marketed to show runners who might find it worthwhile to pitch to TV networks.  I haven’t had an acting gig in a while, so I agreed to it.  Plus now it is easier to take time off from work than during the fall when we have classes.


    I won ten bucks on a five-dollar scratch off ticket.  I also played Quick 
    Draw.  I put a dollar on seven numbers.  Five of them came out.  I won twenty bucks on that.  I am grateful.  That money helps me get through another day or two, but I need a big win.  I really do.


    After the film shoot, the next day I am going to my friend Barbara's in New Jersey again for a couple of days.  She has a pool and a wonderfully fun-loving spirit.  For me, it feels like adult summer camp.  I am so glad I am getting to go again this summer.  Another friend of ours will be there for most of the time also.  So much fun.



     




              








    Those of you interested in the comedy line-up, I’ll be one of nine comics 
    performing on Aaron Smith’s Funny Underground Comedy show at Broadway Comedy Club on 8/31 at 7pm.  Seating at 6:45.  Ten bucks cover and 2 drink minimum.


    Sunday, September 30th at 6pm (seating at 5:45pm), my Divorced Divas 
    of Comedy show will be happening again at Cornelia Street Café on Cornelia Street in the Village.  $10 cover and $10 minimum (food and/or drink).  Guaranteed laughter. 


    I already miss my Frida who is no longer my co-worker.  She is an amazing 
    person, and a huge loss now that our students won’t have her available to them.  She’s now also a loss to much of the staff.  Though underpaid, she wouldn’t have left on her own accord.  The wonderful thing is she is going to work at helping the traumatized children that the Orange One had yanked from their parents.  Maybe that is the bigger plan, but I’m in tears at losing our Frida.    



       














    Love you, Frida!  May God be with you, my dear, as you try to ease the 
    trauma that the Orange a-hole Nazi humanoid caused these children and their parents.











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