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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Fitch The Homeless

This Fitch The Homeless, video has gone viral. Go ahead, go watch it. I'll wait.


A lot of my friends wanted to know my opinion about it. I'd like to think they are just asking my opinion because I'm wise and always know what to say about ethically blurry situations. But actually they are asking me because I work with the homeless* as both a nurse for the past six years and also now as an artistic collaborator.

Here's the thing. Even after six years, I can NOT speak for the population of people I have committed my time to serving. But I CAN talk to you about my reaction to the video.

First of all, I'd like to have thought Greg Karber had his heart in the right place. He wanted to do something to harm the A&F brand because he is unhappy with A&F CEO Mike Jeffries' vision of said brand.

But his heart was not in the right place. It was in a sociocentric place.

Many people are outraged that Jeffries only wants "cool kids," and "attractive" people in his clothes. Jeffries openly admits to not offering XL or larger sizes for women because it would be contrary to this "cool" and "attractive" brand. The inverse of this can lead us to conclude that Mike Jeffries believes that the opposite of cool and attractive is overweight.  So, now we know that Jeffries is superficial or whatever. Great.**

Then Karber comes along and - stay with me on this one- he actually does the same thing Jeffries did.

Jeffries thinks the opposite of attractive is overweight. 
Karber decided that the opposite of attractive is disenfranchised.

 So right from the beginning this entire project's center focus is demeaning and awful. 

Everyone is upset about Jeffries pointing out that there are people who are cool and people who are not cool.  Simply identifying the uncool kids doesn't close the gap between the two. It doesn't eliminate the binary thought process. It's just one more way to enforce the superficial categories we've created.

Next, in the video Karber is seen dropping clothes off to people on Skid Row.  He doesn't ASK if they wanted to be a part of his campaign.  He doesn't PARTNER with them. He uses them as props, not even paying attention to whether the size of the item was correct for the person, if the video is any indication! He doesn't ask if they need a shirt or pants or whatever. He just throws clothes around. 

At the end of his video he says the goal of his project is to make Abercrombie and Fitch "The World's Number One Brand of Homeless Apparel." 

Stop it. 

Right there. STOP IT.

If the project itself wasn't already enough of a dead give-away this phrasing tells me how Karber feels about the lump of people he has decided to call "the homeless." They are a group, not individuals, and they are less than him and less than everyone he knows. That's why it would be such a great farce to make A&F their official brand. Because they are the bottom of the bottom. And they are a "them," the whole lot of them.

His heart was NOT in the right place. It was in a privileged place.  He didn't take a minute to ask how his actions would made other people feel. Except for other people who are just like him. 

Interestingly enough, because I spend most of my time with groups of people in Boston who don't have permanent housing I decided to check their reactions. I brought up the Fitch The Homeless video today in my Creative Writing Group that I run for Stories Without Roofs.

Not surprisingly, most of the men in my group who are all formerly or currently without homes thought that the people in the video had been "used," and "exploited." None of them thought that it was fair game to use people as canvases for a campaign without informing them they were part of it. One of them pointed out that Karber doesn't know anything about their lives, "if he had the money to go buy up all those clothes." 

For the people saying "well at least the homeless got clothes," or whatever you are saying - that's not a consolation. If you spend any amount of time with people in need you will learn quickly that what YOU think are their needs might not be what they think their needs are. This is actually true of all people. What if someone walked up to you and just handed you a shirt you didn't like or pants that didn't fit? That you now have to carry around? Or gave you a sandwich you didn't ask for without asking if you are allergic to tomatoes? Giving out blankets to rough sleepers in the winter is awesome. They want and need them. Giving someone a long sleeved shirt in the summertime isn't useful or nice. It's condescending and weird.

I WILL say that the idea of ruining A&F's brand vision is a fun concept. So for the record if
people who SELF identified as being uncool or anti-brand wanted to wear A&F  in order to make a statement I would be 100% on board. Like if Karber had been like, "Yo, I'm a big nerd and I'm going to wear A&F" and then he got a bunch of other people who self-identified as not skinny or uncool to wear it too - that would be great.

But what happened was that someone in a position of privilege decided something about a group of people he had never met. Which, to me,  is just as wrong as the original offense.


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* For the record saying "The Homeless" and trying to discuss some homogenous group of people without homes makes less and less sense to me every single day that I work with the people I work with. Like most labels it can be useful in small doses, so I'll go ahead and say, sure, I work with "the homeless."
** I actually don't see anything wrong with Jeffries' statement. It's horrible and signifies what a  superficial person he is. But it wasn't a shock to me, and I think it's fine. He created a line of clothing and he's allowed to do whatever he wants with it. That's what creating your own ANYTHING means. I'm 4'9". I ALSO don't fit into his clothing.  I have a VERY hard time buying clothes and shoes because most brands are not expanded to include outliers on the physicality scale. I don't protest about it. I largely ignore the world of retail because it's full of people just like him who don't care about people like me. Then I seek out the people who DO care about making outlying sizes available and I give THEM my money. Win- win.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

St. Nicholas Versus The Krampus

This past month I was called upon to deliver a small talk for a St. Nicholas Day celebration at work. The talk was to be on the topic of working in healthcare, specifically with the homeless, during the holidays.  The audience was to be made up of patients, coworkers and those who founded and run Boston Healthcare for the Homeless.  At the request of the Director of Nursing I am now sharing it in writing:

Good Afternoon and Happy Feast of St. Nicholas!

When I was younger, I used to work as a freelance Elf at Christmastime. It was one of the best jobs I have ever had. I used to dress up in an elf costume and get paid to go other people's holiday parties with a big white guy who played Santa Claus. I would paint the children's faces, play games with them. Santa would pose for pictures and then hand out presents. Everyone loved us.

In turn, I LOVED my job. I loved dressing in a goofy outfit just to make people smile. I loved telling the kids that Santa was working hard to make Christmas special for them. I loved my job so much that I wanted to tell all my friends about it. I was telling a friend about my job and he said "So your job is to lie to children." I was shocked that he saw it that way, but I found out that more and more people had a jaded view of the holiday. I've heard people say to me "Christmas is all about selling stuff, and people being greedy. You're helping lie to children. Christmas is dead and Santa isn't real."

Wow. That's enough to wilt anyone's holiday joy. So I looked around my life. I found a lot more things to wilt my joy. Commercials on tv and radio selling things people don't need. Magazines promising that you can give "the perfect" gift. What about people out of work? What about people out of homes? What about people out of health? What about people who can't give, or receive any gift... never mind the "perfect" one?

Father Brian just gave a great explanation of who the real St. Nicholas was so you all know he was a Greek Bishop who just loved to give gifts and make people's lives better... and all anonymously. What Father Brian didn't mention is that in many cultures that celebrate St. Nicholas Day separately from Christmas, there is a St. Nicholas counterpart. If you are good, St. Nicholas will leave you a gift. If you are bad the Krampus will come. The Krampus is a large horned beast. He's terrifying to look at. And he will leave behind a switch for your parents to punish you with. He's the opposite of generous, loving, forgiving St. Nicholas.

So I thought back to my friends and their comments. Seems like they were experiencing more Krampus than St. Nicholas in their own lives and so they had decided to "Krampus" everyone else's style.  (Sorry, I had to.) In a way, we all have our own Krampuses that we deal with. Things that hurt us, damage us, bring us down, especially maybe around the holidays. Maybe we even think we're being "punished."

My second year as a nurse I was supposed to work on Christmas. I have to admit I kind of panicked. My family has had a huge Krampus following us after a death in the family. Me working on Christmas would mean my brother and mother being alone that day for the first time ever. I was also worried about the Krampuses I may encounter at work. What if other people all brought their Krampuses to work with them? What about the patient's Krampuses? That's a whole lot of Krampus in one place!

But I needn't have worried. When I arrived here I saw nothing but St. Nicholas at work. Friends sharing hugs, presents, food. Patients making phone calls to family members who have lost touch for years. Patients sharing what little they had, with one another. Not a Krampus in sight.

I have since learned that we all have a choice, and the choice is very real, and it's every day not just December 6th or December 25th: We can be a friend of St. Nicholas or a friend of the Krampus. Being a friend of St. Nicholas doesn't mean you have to possess all the gold in the world to give to all the poor in the world. It can be as simple as holding open a door or sharing a smile. Some of the best gifts in the world are just the tiny moments we take to acknowledge one another's humanity and experience. One of the best gifts I ever received was an off hand comment made by my father. He said "you'd make a good nurse." If he hadn't said that, before he passed, I might still be a freelance elf. And let me tell you, as good as that was... this work is way better!

So this season, each day, make the choice to be a friend of St. Nicholas instead of the Krampus. Because when we do St. Nicholas' work, then Santa Claus IS real. And Christmas is NOT dead.
12/06/12 

Friday, March 23, 2012

Clowns in my Coffee, Clowns in my Coffee

I was awoken by stirring and voices all around me. My eyes opened and quickly shut again and I lay still, breathing rhythmically. Surrounding me, in various stages of morning readiness were three female clowns.

The previous evening came back to me in a slideshow: meeting Maggie and Liz at the airport, climbing into a white van with a man who had a sign bearing my name, and arriving at our hotel, La Casa Sol, in Quito, Ecuador about 30 minutes later.

At the hotel I finally met Dario, the cheerful Italian man I had been exchanging emails with leading up to the trip. Then I was ushered up an M.C Escher painting to my room. In the dim light from the hallway streaming into the pitch black quarters I barely made out the shapes of the roomates who greeted me before I crawled onto my single matttress and passed out.

Now, laying with my eyes squeezed shut against the light I tried to remember my comrades names. Nothing came to mind.Maybe one was named Kate? From their conversation I gathered they all knew one another already... and from their outfits I imagined they had professional clowning experience. The actual adventure of what we were here to do hit my stomach like a flock of angry butterflies carrying sledgehammers. I was in South America with a bunch of clowns and now I was one too.

After assembling my first clown complete with a purple wig to cover my purple hair, I walked downstairs to search for coffee. The kitchen area, like the rest of the hotel was painted in bright, traditional colors. But it was no match for the motley crew it barely contained.

Busting out of all its seams were clowns of all ages and speaking in a manner of all languages. Some of them eating, some of them painting their faces, some of them chatting excitedly to one another about their arrival. I spotted Dario, Maggie and Liz and sought them out, but soon was swept up, hugging and greeting everyone.

When Patch arrived no one changed what they were doing, but his presence was powerful. He is TALL, far taller than I expected him to be, and his energy took up any space that he wasn´t physically occupying, which wasn´t much. "Good morning!" he began bellowing at people, and the clowns nearest to him greeted him with familiar hugs and jokes.

When all the clowns were squeezed into the tiny kitchen, much to amusement of the hotel staff I imagined, Patch began to address us. I recorded this first clowning pep talk on my phone, but the stand out quotations were as follows:

"If you love people, you can´t fail."

"The reason we clown is because the clown can do what normal people can´t do. Don´t think about whether or not something is appropriate. Inappropriate is for normal."

"Clowning is just the trick to get you in the room of a sick person without them calling the nurse."

After our pep talk we were throw into the ring. Coffee cups were set down and we began a clown parade that would end at the nearby children´s hospital, Baca Ortiz. Our manager/wrangler, Pablo, led the way in plain clothes, and we were a sight to behold: a straggling trail of clowns following him down the street accompanied by an accordian and a whistle to keep the beat. He carried an umbrella and an iPhone. We carried bubbles and streamers.

I skipped and waved at everyone we passed. I held hands with my new strange friends and we mirrored one another´s goofy walking.

I was a clown! I was joy! I was happiness! I was light as a feather! And I was wholeheartedly thrilled at how terrifying it was.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

You're Doing WHAT??

About a month ago I posted an announcement to Facebook and Twitter that I will be heading to Ecuador to "clown around" with Patch Adams.  But what does that mean?

First of all, some people have told me they had no idea Patch Adams was a real person. He totally is. Some of you may only know of him from the Robin Williams movie that bears his name. That's valid, but the real Patch Adams, MD is alive and well. 

His real name is Hunter and he really, actually, honestly is a medical doctor. He's also a ton of other things including a clown (duh) and a social activist. 

Because of all this, he's one of my heroes. Here's a video of him in 2012 explaining some of what he's all about. 

40 years ago Patch founded the Gesundheit! Institute which is a not-for- profit organization dedicated to holistic healthcare. GI is "based on the belief that one cannot separate the health of the individual from the health of the family, the community, the world, and the health care system itself."(from the Gesundheit! Institute's mission statement.)  GI builds clinics, offers education to healthcare workers, creates orphanages and provides healthcare to tens of thousands of people... some of them all over the world!

Ok. That's awesome. But you're still maybe asking ...why CLOWNS? Why would this man choose clowns, which can be so very creepy? And why would I choose to go be a clown? Isn't this all very silly and whimsical for the sake of whimsy? Not... entirely. 

These "humanitarian clowning trips," are also referred to as Gesundheit Global Outreach (GGO). The whole philosophy boils down to this: individual health is linked to the health of society. The health of society is determined by the health of the individuals within it. You can't 
separate the two. Anyone in the field of community or  public health worth his or her salt will tell you the same. Then- consider that society's health is linked to a ton of other bigger things, like politics and economics and environment. We need to affect changes in those things (in order to change society), in order to promote the health of individuals within that society. And the only way for society to change is for the individuals in the society to change. 
GGO is rooted in the belief that  in order to change society we must befriend one another. Clowning is a unique way to create friendships through play, and silliness and break down social barriers and status differences. Or as GI puts it:

We work closely with community members, seeking understanding which can guide more responsible and precise helping gestures. In clowning, we lovingly disturb the status quo and facilitate creative social change, enabling dialog between those with power and those without (men/women, rich/poor, boss/worker, doctor/patient, prisoner/guard, etc). Through collaborative explorations of local issues and needs with community members, we offer assistance in community projects, and education in health care, political and economic policy.
 (http://www.patchadams.org/Gesundheit_Global_Outreach)

 Got goosebumps yet? I do. And THAT my friends, is what I meant by "clowning around," with Patch Adams! I leave on Sunday the 18th. Feel free to leave words of advice or concern in the comments section, or email me directly, as always!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

I'm Back: A Year In Review 3/11-3/12

Oh. Well, hello there, gentle readers. And my brother.
I bet you're wondering where I've been.

I've been here but I've been BUSY!  My last entry was SEPTEMBER in 2011 And let's face it. It was a half hearted attempt at excusing my absence from the blogosphere. Is it still called that? I don't know, who cares, never mind. I'm going to update you on all my favorite things, a few setbacks, and the things I was the most excited about all year. Then it will be like we never parted, and we can pick right back up where we left off.

[Beep bop booooop. Time Machine noises! Beeeoop.]

March 2011: Went to Florida to visit family. Had an incredible time, got a terrible sun burn. Went to Chicago to visit friends. Saw a great show at The Steppenwolf. Introduced new friends to old friends. Sunburn eventually healed.  Hidden Falls had our first "Comedy Lab" run at Improv Boston. I saw Prometheus Bound at the A.R.T OBERON space. My obsession with immersive theatre, the A.R.T and Diane Paulus began the first time I saw Sleep No More, but Prometheus would be the beginning of my obsession with the OBERON space. Later in 2011 I would return to see several other productions there.

April 2011: My first ever paid gig as a motivational speaker. After speaking to the undergrad nursing class at UMass Amherst in January 2011, I was invited back to address the second bachelor students. I wrote about the content of my talk in this blog entry. Around the same time I was included in a very nice article in UMass Amherst Magazine.

May 2011: I had a meeting regarding Gorefest or a rehearsal for Improv Asylum Mainstage almost every night of the week! Boring to write about, no? That's ok. I filled my free time with adventures involving writing, motorcycles and inspiring theatrical productions.

June 2011: In June I entered my very first sporting event: Ruckus, a three mile long race with an intensive integrated obstacle course. I finished close to dead last... in the wave after mine. That's what happens when you don't train for athletic events that you register for on a whim. However, by the end of the day I was muddy and sore and happier than I could ever remember being. Endorphins, go figure. I also got my bicycle fixed in June and began riding it everywhere I could. At the end of June, we had a death in my family, which was sad, but brought a lot of the relatives together in a nice way.

July 2011: As per tradition, I spent the weekend of the fourth with some of my favorite people ever. Ted's parents open their beautiful home in Maine to us each year, and this was no exception. We had an absolutely amazing time. I brought a newish friend with me and was thrilled to see that he got along swimmingly with my gang. Also in July, my best friend from kindergarten got married at the church we grew up in. Our new mainstage review:  Life Before Sext opened at Improv Asylum, which meant rehearsals slowly drew to a close. And Laura Clark and I finalized our script for Gorefest 9. With all my new free time Sunday - Wed nights I saw shows, checked out condos (and houseboats!), and had plenty of late night beach adventures in Eastie and beyond.

August 2011:  Even more time in Maine, this time with my college roommate who came East to remember what the ocean smelled like. At my day job I took on the large task of assessing the entire respite aide staff via 1:1 interviews so we could develop a new competency program for CNAs. And, one of THE best things that happened all year.... at the end of August I had the extreme honor of presiding over the state-sanctioned union of two of my best friends, Amy Koske and Mark Teffer. That's right, they weren't married when we all woke up that morning. On top of Mt. Tom, overlooking a lake I said some words, and they made promises. I said more words and they said beautiful things that made everyone laugh and cry. I said one more sentence and they WERE married. Magic!

September 2011: September marked the world debut of the web series I had been diligently working on all summer with Jonathan Katz! Explosion Bus, produced by Tom Snyder, is my first web series AND my first time voicing an animated character. (Very fun, and now in its second season!)

October 2011: I turned 28 years old on the first day of October. I started this blog on my 25th birthday. I could never have imagined all the things I'd write (and not write) about in that time! In October a few other notable things: my friend Colleen tied the knot with her best friend and now-husband. Also Hidden Falls performed at our first out of town festival, in Philadelphia. It was my first ever time renting a hotel room all to myself, the show was amazing and I got to meet my musical improv hero Jill Bernard, in person! At the end of the month my second full length musical was produced at Improv Boston. Co-written by Laura Clark, with music by Melissa Carubia and directed by Bobby Smithney, Gorefest IX: MASSacre General Hospital got some great reviews and made me very happy. Because I took a step back from performing/directing this year I got to actually celebrate Halloween as well!

November 2011:  Hidden Falls got to perform at the New York City Musical Improv Festival right at the beginning of November. The show went well, and it was incredible to be at a festival dedicated solely to musical improv. That same weekend, the UMass School of Nursing honored me with an award. I took a train from NY to Connecticut and drove from Connecticut  to Amherst. Arriving just in time for the ceremony, I gave a short acceptance speech as the 2011 Distinguished Young Alumna of the year. I am the second woman to be awarded this new distinction. It was a true honor to meet past recipients of the (original) Distinguished Alumni award as well as to trade stories with this year's recipient. In other news, I took up a Spanish class at night, and began writing a web series with Laura Clark.

December 2011: December was full of surprises, some good, some bittersweet. I tried some new things... like finally taking a puppet workshop with the one and only Bobby Smithney! I auditioned  and got into a new musical improv group, directed by Bryan Dunn, called B.U.M.P! I celebrated my mother's birthday with her! At the end of the month, Norm Laviolette and I had a meeting at Cafe Graffiti. The outcome of the meeting was this:  I would not be taking a position on the cast for the upcoming mainstage production. We decided not to consider this a true "retirement," as they would like me to come back on a future cast. In the meantime, Norm told me, I would still be counted on for corporate gigs and he hoped I would continue writing and pitching ideas for other show slots at the theater. "You have two theaters in this city with their doors open to whatever ideas you have. Not a lot of people can say that."

January 2012: Like the four years past, I rang in the New Year with shows at Improv Asylum. A few weeks later, not only did I leave the IA Mainstage cast but Dan Faneuf and Jane Blaney both performed their final (retirement) shows. It felt like every single week we were staying up all night to say nice things about each other. It was beautiful and sweet, but a huge relief once it was all behind us. Also in January, about one week in, I got hit by a pick-up truck on the way to work. Thankfully, he had put his brakes on. Also thankfully, I was all bundled up for a snowstorm and when I hit the pavement I didn't suffer too much damage. Also ALSO in January I began rehearsals for B.U.M.P, and continued rehearsals with Hidden Falls. My Sundays became entirely dedicated to musical improv. My passion for improv, which had begun to dip recently, was rejuvenated. It was like magic. Or crack. I couldn't get enough make em ups.

February 2012:  Early in the month I dyed my hair bright purple, the same shade it was back in college before the School of Nursing insisted I knock it off. This gesture was exactly what I needed to chase the winter doldrums away. 28 years old and still classy. Also early in February, B.U.M.P debuted at the 10p Thursday slot at Improv Asylum and was an instant hit! Meanwhile, Hidden Falls had landed a second comedy lab slot at Improv Boston on Wednesdays so that started up the very same week! Also, Explosion Bus began recording episodes of Season Two.

March 2012: That's right now! So instead of recapping it, I'm just going to restart my blog. Ok? Ok. Let's do this.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Classic Water

I had an intensive creative period during the spring.

 I was writing and rehearsing for Improv Asylum's Life Before Sext which you can now catch Thursday through Saturday nights at Improv Asylum in the North End. at the same time, I was recording the Explosion Bus web series with Jonathan Katz, which you can start watching on Sept 13th. Also, I had the pleasure of co-writing my second Gorefest script. This time I teamed up with Laura Clark of Improv Boston to create a creepy and disgusting muscial medical horror show entitled Gorefest IX: MASSacre General Hospital. The show opens October 10th but you can already buy tickets online. After such a busy spring, I really didn't do a lot of writing this summer, including, as my brother continues to point out, in my blog(s).

Since yesterday was Labor Day I figured I would reshare my favorite David Berman poem and consider this the official start of my beginning to blog again. Here we go.

"Classic Water"

I remember Kitty saying we shared a deep longing for
the consolation prize, laughing as we rinsed the stagecoach.

I remember the night we camped out
and I heard her whisper
"think of me as a place" from her sleeping bag
with the centaur print.

I remember being in her father's basement workshop
when we picked up an unknown man sobbing
over the shortwave radio
and the night we got so high we convinced ourselves
that the road was a hologram projected by the headlight beams.

I remember how she would always get everyone to vote
on what we should do next and the time she said
"all water is classic water" and shyly turned her face away.

At volleyball games her parents sat in the bleachers
like ambassadors from Indiana in all their midwestern schmaltz.

She was destroyed when they were busted for operating
a private judicial system within U.S. borders.

Sometimes I'm awakened in the middle of the night
by the clatter of a room service cart and I think back on Kitty.

Those summer evenings by the government lake,
talking about the paradox of multiple Santas
or how it felt to have your heart broken.

I still get a hollow feeling on Labor Day when the summer ends

and I remember how I would always refer to her boyfriends
as what's-his-face, which was wrong of me and I'd like
to apologize to those guys right now, wherever they are:

No one deserves to be called what's-his-face.


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Explosion Bus

Hey Everyone!
 I recently recorded Season 1 of this new animated web series with <namedropping> Jonathan Katz called Explosion Bus!
Here is a letter from our producer, the one and only Tom Snyder. </ namedropping>.


Explosion Bus
(The world's last animated hope)
Premiering on September 13, 2011 at explosionbus.com

"This exciting new full-length web series will no doubt be referred to, in the future, as the first web series to make grown TV executives cry."   -  Me (Tom) 2011

Dear Friends,

Twenty years ago, a dream came true when I got to work with Jonathan Katz on our first TV show together. Before then, I would force my wife to watch endless VHS clips of Jon. Five years later, Jon and I were startled to be collaborating with Tom Leopold, often labeled 'the funniest guy in America'. Ever since, the three of us have been inseparable, unless we're apart.

A little over a year ago, production began on Explosion Bus, a 4-season, animated epic starring these two brilliant guys. I created this show, hopefully like no other, expressly for Internet broadcast.  Here are a few of its important and unique aspects:

  • None of the cast, which includes many brilliant local actors, are exposed to the script until moments before their lines are performed. They find out what is in store for their character as the scene develops. Their performances are 'in the instant'.
  • Our animators, the spectacular artistic director Robert Keough and the smartest artist in the East, Steve Davies, are not given post-production ‘notes’, the bane of an animator’s existence. This is unheard of in the business. (Ask any animator.) Bob and Steve know better than anyone what this world should look like. They are the visual artists.
Back to those local actors, and by local I mean Boston and New York...  They all have spent many hours alone in sound booths, without proper ventilation, learning a new meaning of the word 'flexible'. They have each invented their characters, and there ain't a one of them that you won't love. Misch Whitaker, Megan Goltermann, Chris Cook, Jonathan Wilson, Ahna Tessler, Jayson James and Dan Weber have over a billion combined hours of stage appearance, and one of them slightly more.

Explosion Bus also includes amateur and professional performers who audition their acts as part of our animated show. We find them across the land through Craigslist. They are fearless, and generous and talented. We are deeply indebted to these wonderful people, young and old.

Want to find out what it is really all about?

Please visit our web site at explosionbus.com where you will find some fun, pre-launch stuff: trailers, interviews, shopping, etc. And on Tuesday, September 13th at 8:30 PM , it is there that you will watch Episode One of Explosion Bus. We firmly believe that we have the best time slot on the internet!

Til we meet again,
Tom Snyder