Obnoxious & Inappropriate - Dale Sorenson's Blog

These are my inner-most thoughts, mostly about comedy and technology, but also occasionally other non-sequitur, tangential rants. Well OK, maybe these aren't my INNER-most thoughts. Those are mostly about dancers and Swedes, and would probably get me locked up if they ever became public ... but some hopefully interesting thoughts, anyways.

6/30/2008

A Night To Remember

Last night I had the privilege of seeing Eddie Izzard perform live at Radio City Music Hall. I say privilege because there's something very special about RC. Not only is it a fabulous hall, but if all goes well, you get to see what is very likely one of the greatest moments in the life of a performing artist. So shows at RC are infused with a special energy that few other venues can offer. It's pure magic.

The show, "Stripped" was great. I'll buy the DVD whenever it comes out.

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If you are not watching the olympic trials in HDTV ...

... you should be. So very, very pretty.

(Click photo to see full high-definition resolution.)

olympic swimmers michael phelps and ryan lochte

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Poi Cannot Be Stopped!

We had fun this weekend unicycling, juggling and spinning poi in the park. Then we got rained on. Did that stop us? Hell no!

Jay, Connor and Crystal Poi and Nell Juggles

My bathrobes got more use than they have in ages.

Bathrobes

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6/29/2008

Agua Poi

I was trying out my new LED Poi when Sergey Matsko happened along. He shoots what he calls Agua Photos, images that emphasis motion over detail. How perfect for my little light show!

REVERSE WHEEL
LED Poi at Night in Union Square Park

FORWARD WHEEL
LED Poi at Night in Union Square Park

FORWARD WEAVE
LED Poi at Night in Union Square Park

MEXICAN WEAVE
LED Poi at Night in Union Square Park

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6/28/2008

Buwah ha ha ha! More converts!

Like a dope fiend who isn't happy until everyone they know is a pothead, I'm recruiting my friends to the cult of poi. Go, Kelli, Go!

Poi Kelli Dunham

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6/27/2008

Poi Friends

Poi isn't just fun and healthy, it's surprisingly social. People want to join in or just try so often I now carry a bag full of sock poi I made. I'm making tons of new "poi friends".

This little heart-breaker is Nick from Kahzakistan.

Poi Nick Kahzakistan

This was his first time spinning. He was a natural.

Poi Nick Kahzakistan

I like to see how many people I can get spinning at once.
This girl has started meeting me in the park often to Poi.

Poi Friends

Bette took the poi and immediately busted out some serious moves.

Poi Bette

By far my favorite experience so far was when I taught a whole family to poi in Fort Tryon Park.

Poi Family

Aren't they just adorable?

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6/24/2008

Poi Art in Union Square

Frank Love took this mind-bogglingly gorgeous photo and was kind enough to let me post it. Click it for hi-res.

Dale Sorenson doing a Poi Weave

I feel so lucky to have been in the right place at the right time to be a part of an image such as this. It might just be my favorite picture of me ever. Thanks, buddy!

Check out f.LOVE PHOTOGRAPHY. His work is stunning.

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At 4:12 PM, Blogger Michelle said...

This picture defies gravity.

 

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6/23/2008

Ethics Pop Quiz

One Hundred Dollar Bill with a Restaurant Check

Your brunch check comes, and there's $100 in the binder with it....

What do you do?

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6/22/2008

The iPhone Camera Needs Zoom

This was as close as I could get to the sexy frisbee boys without my surreptitious photography being detected.

Hot Frisbee Guys

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6/21/2008

Blinded by the Rainbow

Dominican Girl's Clothing Store

I went shopping in all the Dominican 99 cent stores in my neighborhood for supplies to make sock poi. Think you're secure in your masculinity? Try going up to black or Latin, totally-buff security guys, one after another, and asking "where are the stockings and girl's socks?"

As a result of this little excursion, I now know the difference between nylons, tights, knee-high socks and thigh-high stockings.

*poof*

Now I feel even gayer.

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At 4:10 AM, Blogger David said...

I give up.

 

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6/20/2008

Hot for Flaming Poi Bois

I'm over ballet dancers. I've moved on to Poi Bois.

Yummy, yummy, yummy.









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6/19/2008

Nothing sells better than ...

... a Microsoft Windows system error.

Crashed Store Display Running Microsoft Windows

I see this around town a lot, a computerized window display running Windows that has crashed. It sure does inspire a lot of consumer confidence, no?

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At 12:01 AM, Blogger Traci said...

I think Windows customers are too daft to make the connection. Just like non-rich people who vote Republican continue to do so even as the party repeatedly dicks them over.

 
At 4:00 AM, Blogger Christopher said...

it's not a crash error message, when a crash does occur, it's the "blue screen of death", freeze or a complete system reset. It looks like whatever was hosting the content that the screen was playing was shut off or the connection to that other machine was lost and the screen (pictured) cannot find the content it was playing. (sorry, I'm a PC...)

 

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6/18/2008

Good, Clean, Nude Fun for the Whole Family

I am attending Broadway Bares on Sunday at 9:30pm in the General Admission section. If you'd like to join my group and me, buy your ticket and drop me a line to let me know you're meeting us there.




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Obsession ... The Good Kind ... I Hope

I am now obsessed with Poi. When I said this to a friend who knows me well he wryly said, "Dale, obsessed with a new hobby that completely takes over his life? Unprecedented!"

Dale Sorenson Spins Poi

It's true. I don't so much pursue new interests as much as I hunt them down, run them over and then swallow them whole.

After a period of digestion a web site, list server, several essays, a stand up set and sometimes an organization comes out the other end. And I'm pretty much guaranteed to drive at least half my friends crazy in the process.

This new interest is different from my others, nearly all of which occur in the arena of the mind. Board games, standup, bridge, science fiction, video games, writing are all intellectual and linguistic pursuits. Photography and design, while visual, are still things that take place in the mind.

But this is different.

Every morning I wake up and my first thought of the day is, "I want to exercise." This an utterly alien and yet delightful new sensation. Because my whole life I've been pretty bad at it, I usually have to be tricked into exercise. My gym memberships all fizzled. I've never been able to stick the physical therapy program I have that's supposed to help my shoulders. I do it half heartedly now and then, in fits and starts. But exercise has always felt like drudgery to me.

Basically I've had the same relationship with my body that Homer Simpson has with his brain. "Brain, I know we don't talk very much, so if you just get me out of this I'll go back to leaving you alone."

My version has been, "Body, I know you don't like me and I don't like you. So if you can just get this air conditioner onto the window sill I won't ask you to do anything else until it's time to take it back out in the fall."

Poi has changed all that. Every day I can't wait to learn what my body can do now. I have a sense of physical achievement I can't recall before. It hit me these are the feelings I was supposed to have in gym class as a kid and not awkwardness, shame and humiliation. Fuck, I hated gym class.

Dale Sorenson Spins Poi

I had a brief Dance Dance Revolution craze. That was fun, but it fizzled because I got sick of setting up and taking down the pad. And I don't really need more lower body exercise. What I desperately need is upper body exercise.

When I tried Poi a few weeks ago, my usually tense and stressed shoulders, arms, neck and back felt fantastic afterward. Plus poi provides plausible cover for an odd little habit I picked up a few years ago ... occasionally dancing in public with my iPod.

Dancing by yourself in public = Weird and maybe crazy

Spinning poi while also dancing in public = Fabulous

One of the most delightful things about this process is the physical and mental sensation of creating a new muscle memory. It takes anywhere from 20 to 100 repetitions for me to establish and begin to stabilize a new motion. Usually you do your dominant side first (righty vs. lefty) and then work of the other side, which is usually harder. The process of projecting a mirror of a muscle memory onto the other side of my body is also quite intriguing.

With complicated moves and tricks there can be a fair bit of frustration. The competitive guy in me get's all aggressive and declares, "Must win at Poi!" But that's part of the fun, because the thrill of putting the pieces of a new move together and finally having it work the first time is unlike any other feeling I've ever had.

Dale Sorenson Spins Poi

What's even more fun and unexpected is how much better I feel about my own body. If you'd told me two weeks ago, I'd be exercising with my shirt off in public and be completely nonchalant about strangers taking photos of me I'd have assumed you had moderate to severe brain damage and maybe some kind of personality disorder as well. Now it's just another afternoon in the park.

I think my stomach is a little flatter already. But that's not why I feel better. Muscles long atrophied from injuries of years past are getting stronger. I'm sleeping better. I have more energy and more confidence. I'm eating three meals a day instead of two.

One minor problem, I did have to come up with a better hydration strategy when I spent $15 on bottled water on the day of my first poi class and park exercise session. Now I put an empty liter bottle in my bag and fill it up at water fountains at Whole Foods. Since they have stores right by both Central Park and Union Square Park it works out great. And I'm finally spending the time in Fort Tryon Park like I always said I should.

If I don't get out during the day, I turn into a grumpy cave troll. Being outside in the sun is good for my mental health. Plus I'm getting an awesome tan.

I know I'm gushing, but that's the point. Poi has been nothing short of transforming these last weeks. I'm sure my obsession will wane down to some appropriate level after summer has past. A little voice in my head is worried about what happens when winter comes, but I'll figure that out later. Regardless, I think I've finally found a form of exercise I can see myself sticking to for the rest of my life.

Excuse me now please, I have this strange urge to go do crunches.

Who am I and what have I done with Dale Sorenson?

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6/17/2008

A restaurant that probably serves a lot of fried food ...

The I Love Fat Chicks Restaurant

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At 1:21 PM, Blogger Michelle said...

Yummmmy!

 

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6/16/2008

Downpour!

Through the generous efforts of a kind friend I scored a coveted ticket for Shakespeare in the Park. Hooray!

Hamlet Shakespeare in the Park Ticket

Alas, because of this ...



... instead of Hamlet, I got this ...

Shakespeare in the Park Rain

... a view of a rain-soaked stage. There had been an open flame in the center of the stage which was snuffed out by the deluge.

Immediately after I snapped this picture, an usher ran up and said that photos were prohibited and demanded I delete the image in front of her. I chose a different pic and then showed her the big red delete button as I pressed it. She was too clever for my trick and said "that wasn't the photo you took." But as we were both getting soaked to the core, she gave up when I just played stupid and ignored her.

Later I emailed the photo to my home computer in case she sent the Unauthorized-Photo Goons after me.

So what do a gang of nerds all do when they're waiting to see if their theater is going to be canceled due to rain?

iPhones iPhones iPhones iPhones

Everyone checks the weather radar on their iPhone, of course.

In NYC, the short, sad little life of a cheap umbrella usually ends something like this....

Broken Umbrella

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At 12:44 AM, Blogger David said...

Check it, Mr. Electro-Pop: http://www.myspace.com/unicornkid

Think Wendy Carlos meets Don Dorsey. No really, THINK IT! His name's Oli. I think he promised a kiss if we ever meet. Then, I'd slap him silly for being soo dagg talented at 16yo. I hate prodigies.

 
At 4:03 AM, Blogger David said...

Oh, yeah. If you thought it was raining bad at Hamlet, check this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_s1YLJ4iwwM and be thankful you weren't one of the couple hundred of these guys (most of whom ran at the first raindrop). BTW, are YOU Anonymous?

 

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6/15/2008

Call Me Master

ACBLAt the bridge sectionals this week, my bridge partner and buddy Steve and I scored our first city-wide win with a 65.77% game in a field of 164 players. I've now reached the title of "Sectional Master" in the national league (the ACBL). The league's ranking system is so antiquated that the title is almost meaningless. But it still feels good.

That's "Master" to you, buddy!

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At 11:02 AM, Blogger Michelle said...

Yes, master!

 

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6/14/2008

Dale's new rule of public transportation is ...

Cute Guy on the NYC Subway

... if you're gonna be this hot on the subway ...

Cute Guy on the NYC Subway

... I get to publish your photo on the Internets.

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6/13/2008

"Kick him in the face! In the face!"

Maybe when the authorities are done investigating fighting dogs in The Bronx they'll get around to the kickboxing humans in Union Square Park.

kickboxing in union square park

kickboxing in union square park

kickboxing in union square park

The most disturbing thing wasn't the fights, it was the number of onlookers cheering them on.

Sweet Jesus.

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At 6:53 AM, Blogger David said...

Another good reason to carry a firearm openly like I do. "Don't bring a kick to a gunfight."

 

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6/11/2008

Out With A Whimper

CompUSA, America's totally not premium, actually pretty lousy technology store is dead, dead, dead.



Yeah, that's great ... employees can pick up a check.
And where do I pick up warranty service for all that CompUSA crap I bought?

Meh.

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6/10/2008

All Aboard!

Screw taxis! I'm riding this....



Dale, all you ever seem to do is run around the city taking pictures of hot men with your iPhone....

Yeah. So?

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6/09/2008

Sweaty Latin Hottie Bonanza

Today I went to the 2008 Puerto Rican Day Parade and made another album.

Guess what I took pictures of?



The City Gym Boys mission is to "eliminate obesity in the inner city, hip hop style." Go get 'em, boys!

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6/08/2008

It's Raining Cats and Dogs ... and Artists

I went to the Improv Everywhere Camera Flash Experiment on the Brooklyn Bridge a few weeks ago and now the video is out. The idea was to use camera flashes to do the wave across the bridge.



Between the rain and the difficulty coordinating 700 people with cameras they don't actually know how to use the wave thing didn't really work. But there are still some fun visuals and I made a bunch of new friends.

I made my first Flickr album of Soggy Brooklyn Bridge Shenanigans. If you tell me how much you love my photo albums and beg for more I might just finally get around to putting up the pics from my Bali, Indonesia and Puerto Vallarta, Mexico trips. But ya gotta really want it.

Improv Everywhere Brooklyn Bridge 2008

Improv Everywhere Brooklyn Bridge 2008

Improv Everywhere Brooklyn Bridge 2008

Improv Everywhere Brooklyn Bridge 2008




P.S. My spell checker wants to change "Puerto Vallarta" into "Puberty Valhalla". Hawt.

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6/07/2008

Unexpected Plans

Ever have one of those lazy weekend mornings when you think you have no plans for the day, but then it turns out you're giving a class on fellatio?

Ya, that's the day I'm having. It seems that at a dinner party some weeks ago I told a friend's new fiance, who I'd known for all of 15 minutes, that I'd teach her how to give great head as an engagement present to my friend. So now they've come to collect on what seemed like a whimsical, fun idea after a few drinks but is now terrifying under the sober light of day.

Are offers made while drunk even valid once sobriety sets in? Aren't there rules or escape clauses for this kind of thing?

Christ.

Well, guess I'd better go prepare ... I've got a blow job workshop to deliver.

Booze got me into this. Maybe booze will get me out of it ... or at least through it. Where's the tequila?

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What Would Jesus Pierce?

What Would Jesus Pierce?

Just seconds after I snapped this picture the tatooist and his assistant both started yelling at me that photos are not allowed.

Um, what?

Here's a tip, if you're doing something you don't want people to photography, maybe don't do it ... IN A GIANT FREAKIN' BAY WINDOW!

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6/06/2008

Theater Recommendation

How the Theater Failed America

I hope the knowledge that I've never used my blog to recommend a show will help emphasize just how freaking awesome I think How the Theater Failed America by Mike Daisey is. He's an incredible story teller, the likes of which we've not seen since Spalding Gray.

Go! Go now! Go often. Take your friends.

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I've Got My Work Cut Out For Me

To my great dismay, it seems there are a whole lot of people who are geekier than me. I guess if I'm to continue my quest to be the gayest nerd on the planet I need to go buy a furry suit, some comic books and start writing fan fiction.

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6/05/2008

How Life Becomes Standup

People are often curious about where standup comes from and how life gets turned into material for a comedy act. The questions are often phrased in rather egocentric ways. Here are some of them and the replies I'd give if I weren't as sweet and pleasant as I am.

After saying something only mildly funny: "Oh, you're gonna use that in your act now, aren't you? You better send me a royalty check."

Reply: "No I'm not going to use that. It wasn't that good."

After saying something that is actually very funny: "Don't go putting me in your act."

Reply: "Don't worry. You're not interesting enough to put in my act and I only enjoy talking about myself."

After I say something funny: "That was funny. You should put that in your act."

Reply: "It wouldn't work in my act. That joke was custom tailored to the circumstances of this moment and to you. Stripped of context it would no longer be funny."

Whether or not real-life funny can be turned into standup hinges on whether or not the context can be reestablished for an audience who wasn't there and isn't the person for whom the occurrence was originally funny. This is what the "set up" is for. If context can be established quickly with an economy of language then you might just have the basic ingredients of a joke.

Anytime an attempted retelling of a story ends with "well I guess you had to be there" it is a failure to establish context. Another common version of this is "well I guess you'd have to know Julie." Which, by the way, is why I avoid telling long stories about people my listener doesn't know. They're boring.

So it's actually pretty rare that I'm interested in turning something funny from real life into standup for two reasons. Either context would be impossible to establish or depends on too many things to establish quickly. Or the joke isn't about me. Telling a joke about someone else requires that I establish them as a character in the narrative. Since I'd much rather talk about myself I don't usually bother.

I do have a few characters I use in my act. If I can make a joke about one my recurring characters it's far more likely to become standup. My characters are:

  • Dumb Straight Boys
  • Guys I'm Hitting On
  • People Who Annoy Me (Computards, Whiny Chicks, My Family)
All of these characters serve the same narrative purpose, I need people to whom I can condescend.



Enough! If you've made this far then I owe you some funny. Remember the guy who called me "heteronormative"? It took a few days to gestate but it's turned into a nice little bit. I performed it at SuperEgo this week and it killed.

HETERONORMATIVE, THE BIT
I was chatting up this cute college boy and he says, "I love your beard, it's so heteronormative."

/big laugh

Not tuff, or butch, or manly.

(slowly) Het-er-o-NORM-a-tive.

/small laugh

Conforming to societal gender norms.

So I said, "Hey, You're a women's studies major aren't you?"

/big laugh

(act out his reaction of surprise during the laugh) "How did you know?"

(dripping with sarcasm) I'm psychic.

/small laugh

I've got an idea. Let's go back to my place. We can bring down the patriarchy of the military industrial complex with our homo-AB-normative butt sex.

/big laugh

There's a gender equality revolution in my pants and you're invited.

/big laugh

HETERONORMATIVE, THE ANALYSIS
Notice how many of the details get stripped out of the story to turn it into standup. You don't need to know where he was from, that he was wasted, or that I wasn't actually interested in hooking up with him. The only details needed are that he's in college and that we were flirting.

Notice the streamlining of language, events and reactions. It faster and smoother to say I was chatting him up than to say I was being chatted up by him. Notice how the choice of "chatting up" instead of "talking with" implies a bar setting. "Chatting up" also implies a sexually charged conversation and agenda. These two words paint the whole scene making them a very efficient set up.

The term heteronormative is so odd, it sounds so strange in the ear, and it's use in a pickup line is so patently absurd that the first laugh doesn't even have a punch line. Really the first laugh is still set up for what is to come.

The word is so inherently funny that it gets another laugh, albeit milder, when I say it again slowly. This is fortunate because for a lot of people I bet this is the first time they've heard the word. So it must be defined before I can continue. Usually the need to define a word means there's something wrong with a joke. But here it works.

Usually I avoid repeating words in a joke. Because once you've used a word, the second utterance usually has diminished effect. But this joke bit uses "norm" repeatedly in different forms. This is so I can do the joke that hinges on turning "normal" to "abnormal". I put a strong stress on the "ab" syllable, making it stand out.

The structure of this bit worked out so nicely. It's tight, about a minute, with 6 jokes, that's awesome. It starts with a big laugh and ends on two big laughs.

When I first started doing standup, I would tell these long winding stories with good laughs, but way too much extraneous stuff. It's all I knew how to do. The problem was the laughs were so far apart that the audience would cool off between each one so I wouldn't get any build up of momentum.

Now I know how collapse a story down now to just the bare essentials. I get in, I crank as many laughs out of a premise as I can as quick as I can, and I get out while it's still fresh.

Even the best premise can run dry if you go to the well too many times. So I always try to work a bit for one less joke than it's worth.



P.S. I wrote my first holocaust joke this week. It's about butt sex. I can not tell you how deeply satisfying this is for me. The hope that I created the world's first holocaust/butt sex joke makes me profoundly happy. And before you ask, the answer is "no". I'm not going to post it here. It's just too raunchy and I gotta save something for the show.

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6/04/2008

Very, Very Pointy

Good afternoon, Mr. Sorenson. It's so good to see you again in our shoppe. How may we help you?

Oh, so you've decided to stab someone else, then? Very good, sir. As you can see we've greatly expanded our selection.



May I inquire as to your fancy, sir? Are you interested in something long and slicing? Or would the gentleman prefer something short and jabbing?

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6/03/2008

Finally a job for which Adam Sandler is qualified ...

... blow drying my hair.

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