When Life Gives You Rubberbands…
Make a rubber band ball. Every day my mail arrives strapped together by a rubber band. I have this new rule that I don’t throw away things unless they’re garbage, and rubber bands fall into the category of “someday possibly usable”, so I had a mass of them on my desk.
Now I have a rubber band ball. It’s about the size of a racquetball — just large enough to fit into a person’s eye socket. It’s fun to roll around while you think about organized chaos.

I just read “‘Night Mother”, inspired by the Broadway revival featuring Edie Falco that took place a few years back.
It was wrenching. Well constructed, makes you think about inevitability and what it took to get you to that point.
I really, really love reading good things. I like it when something good makes me feel like I’m full of despair because at least it’s true despair. Good things make you connect with the truth.






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I read an e-how on how to build rubberband balls. I don’t have that many rubberbands tho, but I do like playing with them. In fact, a lot of times when I see a rubberband on the floor, I’d pick it up and start playing with it. And then I usually ended up stealing it by accident since it ended up around my wrist.
concerning the rubber-band ball, I think it’s really important that I get to have it one day, um, and the pipe-cleaner hat as well. Yes.
It’s very japanese, your new rule. It’s called “Mottainai”.
As a young impressionable 15 year old, I performed a scene of “Night Mother” for the Dramatic Reading portion of the Orange County Forensics Competition. Later in the day for the Extemporaneous Speaking portion of the competition, I quoted the following line, “A wise person once said, you cannot have a PB and J sandwich without smashing a few peanuts and grapes.” I was quoting myself because I did not know what else to say. Long story short, I did not place in the top 3. I don’t even think I placed in the top 20. I may possibly have come in last. Thus ended my public speaking career. It’s true. Look it up on the interweb of information.