To those who have been supporting Here’s the Story over the last five months, thank you. Your support for our organization paid off last night in profound stories. That spirit of communication and spectacle was present and everyone at last night’s show was a participator in the back and forth, the give and take of telling and listening.
I didn’t get a chance to say it out loud, but 50 points for 5 storytellers is intentional. A couple people sought fit to give all tens and I appreciate that sentiment. Between the walk up story swappers and the featured tellers it was an incredible onslaught tour de force of A game. The show made me quake. I couldn’t be more grateful.
I’m not sure how we are going to run podcasts in the future, but for now I’ve uploaded the whole show as an mp3 to a different website so you can dl it and listen at your leisure. share files free
A big warm virtual sparkly-eyed hug to everyone who came and listened and shared their stories on Wednesday night. I had such a good time listening to all of you, and felt totally welcome in sharing my own stories… as spoooky as they turned out to be. : ) Who knows why we feel moved to tell what we do at an event like this? Sometimes it’s because someone else’s story sparked our memory of something, and sometimes it seems like a story comes out of nowhere, unrelated to anything, but we really want to share it anyway. I love both kinds, and have vivid memories of the stories you all shared. Poor little Butterball dangling in the air… Andy’s uncle making his cousin eat everyone else’s food… the fish on the pillow… the gifted wallet… the future king of comedy… Nadia hearing her dad tell the story of her own birth for the first time… the Agressive Behavior of 100 pound catfish (what was his name)? And then there were Joey’s chocolate chip pumpkin cupcakes, which like Dan said were a story in and of themselves.
It’s coming together! I osculate between two emotions, the first of which I’ll delineate for you bellow. HtS is going to be huge. To the thirty-plus of you who showed up last night, I hope the hipster cred takes you far. Next year you can be all like, “Pffft, of course I know about HtS? …
Lo siento mi amigos para I didn’t make this all that adventuresome… and I’ll admit to further failings before we are through. Such as, I also don’t think the tutorial is better than say this, which I used as a guide to make my chocolate brains. BUT! I did promise a tutorial along with a slew of other articles and I figured I’d need to get at least one of them out lest I become known as a liar.
Even though liars have a place in the hearts of numerous great storytellers and perhaps even a place in my heart, I don’t want to be one. Lines at the bottom will tell you, “He doesn’t want to be thought of as a total lout.” You should probably trust bottom lines, seeing as they are known for their unwavering honesty.
Pluss-Pluss-Pluss I want an excuse to write about last month’s potluck. A good number of people showed up, more with food than dressed up as Zombies but despite my chagrin, the survivors didn’t get in any fights with the walking dead.
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