Vasant and I, being the adoring, nerdy fans of great comedy that we are, were heartbroken over Bill Hader’s exit from SNL on Saturday. We tuned in, anticipating a great Stefon sketch and we were not disappointed.
We were, however, shocked by the sweetness of the final sketch. Fred Armisen got up with the departing Hader, and rumored-to-be-departing Jason Sudeikis, and Taran Killam. He appeared as Ian Rubbish, a punk character he’s portrayed on SNL and plans to take on to road. He and a bunch of indie rock legends serenaded the audience and it became apparent that this was Armisen’s announcement that he too was leaving.
I don’t know why it caught me so off guard, but it did. Not only did it bring tears to my eyes, but it’s been stuck in my head every since. I have my guesses as to why, of course: my Grandpa’s sudden death the same day, the fact that I’m leaving Hugo House’s staff at the end of this week, and thinking about the way that we leave things with people when we realize it’s our time to say something versus the times when it comes as a surprise.
Whatever combination of these things are bouncing between my heart and my head, this has been the perfect song for me as I think about goodbyes, good days and start a new season of my life.
I hope you enjoy it too.
Lilo looks around…
Her exhaustion shouldn’t be hilarious, right?
Because, damn it, I’m being insightful.
Me: (sniffs air) Man. What is it about this hill? It always smells like eggs.
Sarah: It’s sulfur.
Me: Why would there be sulfur?
Sarah: Mineral springs. Certain swamp plants. Volcanic activity. Demons.
|—||We watch so much Supernatural.|
New, from Pixar! Preview tweeted from Lee Unkrich.
Breakfast was simple this morning. Easy. A little too easy. So I wanted to liven things up by telling Sarah:
“I’m not eating it unless you throw it at me.”
Breakfast adventures with The Samudres.
I remember when I read the first draft of the script, and that scene, the little prayer, affected me. When I did it in the movie it did, and it did the same to me right now. This is a theory that I’ve always had; creating moments in movies, this I think is the important thing. Nobody knows exactly how it happens. What you should do is to prepare yourself as best as you can to make these moments happen. Because in a movie is really not so much the performance, there are moments.
The essay I read, “We Tell Ourselves Stories In Order To Live,” was a reflection on growing up with Asperger’s, how my Dad taught me to make sense of life through literature and how an encounter with a Grizzly bear transformed my personal narrative.
This event was a completion of a New Year’s Resolution to read my work in public, but it was so much more than just a checkmark on 2012’s list. The other pieces shared today were amazing. I cried several times at the raw, intimate beauty presented in the music, memoir and poetry performed.
You can listen to my essay above to hear my performance (the audio begins in the middle of my introduction to the piece.)
I’ve broken through my fear of doing this; I can’t wait to do the next one.
Sarah was amazing! I’m so proud of her and her face!