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Dyna Moe has released this fantastic poster outlining the Harold improv form for just $7 at CafePress. As a visual person, I find this clear visual representation of the Harold form completely understandable. Considering how much I hear improvisers asking in class if instructors could go over the form one more time this would be an invaluable tool.
They should really sell these at every improv school.
Plus you’re supporting an independent artist and performer.
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When you start a scene, bring a brick not a cathedral.
Possibly Del Close?
This quote has followed me around thought my improv career. I read somewhere and now can’t find the attribution to it. I always ascribe it to Del Close, but as I can’t find it’s source, I’m really not sure any more. There is a very similar quote in the Second City Almanac of Improvisation on page 103. If anyone knows where this quote comes from, please let me know.
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I really have to hand it to the inventors of the OhMiBod. It’s an iPod compatible vibrator. An ViBrator if you will. Even though it’s a little naughty, I am totally loving the concept of a sexual aid that is iPod compatible.
I had to post a picture of it, only because I couldn’t believe it until I saw it.
Now to bring it back to improv… um… this is a clear example of designers playing a game to the fullest.
Sorry, that was incredibly weak segue.
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Intuition is the key to everything, in painting, filmmaking, business” everything. I think you could have an intellectual ability, but if you can sharpen your intuition, which they say is emotion and intellect joining together, then a knowingness occurs. Feeling correct is a feeling I think everyone knows.
–David Lynch (AV Club)
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Today on my way into work, I was witness to a bizarre incident involving a man and a female traffic warden. It must have already escalated when I stumbled on the scene at the intersection of Ditmars and 33rd Street. The gentleman was in the street yelling at the traffic cop.
You are an ignorant bitch!
Oh, I’m ignorant? Well your mother!
My Mother?
That’s right, your mother!
Your Mother!
What you going to do? Bring it on, you piece of shit!
At this point I realized that this situation was really out of control, so I ducked into my local French pastry shop, directly next door, to get a cup of coffee and croissant. When I came back out the man was no longer standing outside and there were now 4 female traffic wardens milling around where the argument had taken place. At that moment, a large traffic van pulled up, lights flashing, with the words CPR Courtesy Professionalism Respect
stenciled on the side in big yellow letters.
My thoughts exactly.
