I was saying to myself the other day, "James," James being my name and all, "it's not easy being a mime." I was noticing several former mimes that I've known over the years, all retiring and moving onto other things. One is now a laughter coach, one is teaching middle grades, another is an artist-in-residence for elementary schools, but very few are still performing. Even Billy the Mime has thrown in the towel as of 2006. What gives?

On another note, I have to say, I LOVED the play Ghoul, produced by the fabulous Adobe Theater Company, in 2003 and it changed my life. But sadly, the show gave me heart palpitations for the rest of my life. I'll explain. Now first of all, I'm reading the book FOOLED BY RANDOMNESS by Taleb, one of my favorite Twitter dudes and authors. So yes, I'm sure I'm creating causal meaning where none should exist. But I saw Ghoul on the night of a full moon. The show was amazing and it was a comedy/fantasy, a gene which I was very interested in at the time. That night, it being a full moon, I went and did a chakra meditation. I "raised my energy" so to speak focusing on theater in general. Then, I started having an irregular heart beat the following week, and I've had one ever since. It was probably a coincidence, however, I ended up writing a play titled, The Seventh Chakra, which was based on the seven chakras (play Twilight Zone music here).

Now, getting back to "it's not easy," the playwright of Ghoul, I saw online, is no longer writing plays.

So, my take away: a lot of people quit. I can't blame them. And of course be careful of watching plays on the full moon.