I just
had a dream about trying to start a lacrosse league at Lewis & Clark.
People kept asking me why I wanted to start a lacrosse league, and I could only
answer that I found the image of grown men throwing and catching a ball with a
net attached to the top of a stick quite funny. I just kept giggling every time
anyone asked me anything.
I've
heard a basic tenant of creative writing or poetry teaching is that,
essentially, something should happen. In improv we call it showing, not
telling. A scene about starting a lacrosse league because a guy finds lacrosse
funny is stronger than a scene about a guy talking about starting a lacrosse
league. That's my only critique for my dream.
I what
happens when train conductors and airline pilots meet in bars. I imagine the
conductors are all chummy, but the pilots probably keep their distance. Not to
discount what train conductors do, but there are tracks. With planes, they fly
them up into the sky and then somehow find this tiny airport some quadrillion
miles away.
It'd be
real awkward if you had a truck driver, a train conductor, and an airline pilot
all at one bar. The truck driver would say, "Well I'll be! Three masters
of transportation!" And the train conductor would be like,
"Ehhh...well, how- how exactly does truck driving work? Is it like driving
a car? I drive a car," and by then the airline pilot will have excused
himself and left the bar.
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