The universe threw me a bone on Sunday night October 25, 2009.  I was given the opportunity to showcase at the San Francisco Punchline.  Huge accomplishement for me.  I can now check this experience off on my Vision Board.

Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus. From the mountain you see the mountain. We animate what we can, and we see only what we animate. Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them. It depends on the mood of the man, whether he shall see the sunset or the fine poem. There are always sunsets, and there is always genius; but only a few hours so serene that we can relish nature or criticism. The more or less depends on structure or temperament. Temperament is the iron wire on which the beads are strung.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via amyjowisehart)

This was my comedy set at The Coffee Galery in Alta Dena, CA back in April 2009.  There’s more to come.