Lets Get Crazy with Ben Conway

A spot for my ideas and things that entertain me.

I’ve got my first weekday off in 5 months today after working 22 of the last 39 hours.

My dog is confused as to why I am home right now.

Building some new weapons.

Building some new weapons.

Today is Arnold Palmer’s birthday, Mr.Palmer has been a hero of mine since my grandfather first told me about his career. 

If you haven’t seen the Golf Channel’s 3 part special on him or the ESPN 30 for 30 on the drink that is named for him I can’t recommend them enough. 

My favourite story about Arnie? He will pay the postage to send a letter or autographed picture back to fans if they forget to provide a return envelope.

Today is Arnold Palmer’s birthday, Mr.Palmer has been a hero of mine since my grandfather first told me about his career.

If you haven’t seen the Golf Channel’s 3 part special on him or the ESPN 30 for 30 on the drink that is named for him I can’t recommend them enough.

My favourite story about Arnie? He will pay the postage to send a letter or autographed picture back to fans if they forget to provide a return envelope.

Decent view this morning.

Decent view this morning.

Homemade beer was a success.

Homemade beer was a success.


“It’s sobering to think that in just a few weeks Derek Jeter won’t be doing any of this anymore, and will be reduced to picturing himself in action, just the way the rest of us do,” Roger Angell writes.
(Accompanied by next week’s cover, “Derek Jeter Bows Out,” by Mark Ulriksen)

“It’s sobering to think that in just a few weeks Derek Jeter won’t be doing any of this anymore, and will be reduced to picturing himself in action, just the way the rest of us do,” Roger Angell writes.

(Accompanied by next week’s cover, “Derek Jeter Bows Out,” by Mark Ulriksen)

(Source: newyorker.com, via rufustfirefly)

awkwardnarturtle:

i-mahu:

There’s two types of anger one is dry and the other wet and basically wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I hate that cause I feel weak when I’m crying while angry I like dry anger when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means you’re done.

This is the best description ever

Nailed it

(via zohbugg)

Let’s go play some golf. @cobrapumagolf @titleist

Let’s go play some golf. @cobrapumagolf @titleist

Solid way to start the weekend.

Solid way to start the weekend.

jonahray:

I know there’s a deluge of Robin Williams stuff from everybody and I put off writing or posting much about him. But, it’s just affecting me so god damn fucking much that I’ll just do it.
Finding out about the news of Robin Williams stopped me dead in my tracks.I was walking when I got two simultaneous texts telling me the news, causing me to not be able to move my feet. I was dumbfounded. 
Many thoughts ran through my head at that moment, mainly of my friends Bob and Mason who have had a lifetime being as close to Robin as family. Like many comics I immediately recalled the times he came around the UCB theater and would be riffing with everybody in-between slamming pint glasses of vodka. Or when a clean and sober Robin came to The Meltdown show with his daughter and after the beckoning of Kumail, went and performed on our stage. 
My wife and I spent Easter with him last year. He was just this mellow, kind-hearted man who even if he wasn’t doing his signature, mile a minute, stream of conciousness comedy, he could still make you laugh with his quiet charm. 
Everybody talks about how he gave so much time to everybody he met. He was a giver. In the back room of a comedy show he was just another comic but understood that any little interaction with anybody in that room could mean a lifetime of joy for them. So he gave it. Non stop he gave everybody some sort of happy, nice moment. 
I’ve sobbed a number of times since hearing. Growing up wanting to be a comic, for me, was essentially wanting what Robin Williams had. He did stand up, sketch, TV Comedy, Film Comedy, and gave some of the most dramatic performances I’ve ever seen. He was the monolith that a lot of us aspired to. It seemingly was possible. To be able to do comedy, act, and most importantly be a really good hearted person. He didn’t need to act like a celebrity. He didn’t need to be afraid if people just wanted something from him. He never retreated because of his stature in the business. He stayed true to the nice guy that started doing comedy all those years ago.
It scares me that he did it. When you start comedy, you think it’s always gonna be the next thing that makes it feel real and makes you fulfilled:
“Not this open mic, i gotta do good at THAT OPEN MIC.”
“Once I’m booked in THAT room, that’s when it’ll feel real.”
“Okay, once I get a TV spot…that’s when I can relax.”
“Nevermind, once I get a NETWORK TV spot…”
“Once I get a writing job….”
“Once I get a better one…”
“When I get a role on a show…I’ll feel better…”
“Once THIS…then THAT…”
Clearly, none of the successes of any of this stuff can make you truly happy. Case in point: Robin Williams. 
I am very much guilty of never being satisfied of rarely “enjoying my burrito”. If the guy I aspired to be couldn’t find it at the top, then maybe we’re on the wrong mountain. Or maybe it’s the way we perceive the mountain. Maybe it doesn’t matter whereabouts on the mountain you are, it’s about being happy and working on being a good person to your friends and family and also a good person to everybody you meet. 
This happening at this time in my life is a good reminder to find happiness first. A reminder that I shouldn’t go looking for it in fame, money, success or in other people. Find a way to be happy with yourself. 
ENJOY YOUR BURRITO
jr

jonahray:

I know there’s a deluge of Robin Williams stuff from everybody and I put off writing or posting much about him. But, it’s just affecting me so god damn fucking much that I’ll just do it.

Finding out about the news of Robin Williams stopped me dead in my tracks.I was walking when I got two simultaneous texts telling me the news, causing me to not be able to move my feet. I was dumbfounded. 

Many thoughts ran through my head at that moment, mainly of my friends Bob and Mason who have had a lifetime being as close to Robin as family. Like many comics I immediately recalled the times he came around the UCB theater and would be riffing with everybody in-between slamming pint glasses of vodka. Or when a clean and sober Robin came to The Meltdown show with his daughter and after the beckoning of Kumail, went and performed on our stage. 

My wife and I spent Easter with him last year. He was just this mellow, kind-hearted man who even if he wasn’t doing his signature, mile a minute, stream of conciousness comedy, he could still make you laugh with his quiet charm. 

Everybody talks about how he gave so much time to everybody he met. He was a giver. In the back room of a comedy show he was just another comic but understood that any little interaction with anybody in that room could mean a lifetime of joy for them. So he gave it. Non stop he gave everybody some sort of happy, nice moment. 

I’ve sobbed a number of times since hearing. Growing up wanting to be a comic, for me, was essentially wanting what Robin Williams had. He did stand up, sketch, TV Comedy, Film Comedy, and gave some of the most dramatic performances I’ve ever seen. He was the monolith that a lot of us aspired to. It seemingly was possible. To be able to do comedy, act, and most importantly be a really good hearted person. He didn’t need to act like a celebrity. He didn’t need to be afraid if people just wanted something from him. He never retreated because of his stature in the business. He stayed true to the nice guy that started doing comedy all those years ago.

It scares me that he did it. When you start comedy, you think it’s always gonna be the next thing that makes it feel real and makes you fulfilled:

“Not this open mic, i gotta do good at THAT OPEN MIC.”

“Once I’m booked in THAT room, that’s when it’ll feel real.”

“Okay, once I get a TV spot…that’s when I can relax.”

“Nevermind, once I get a NETWORK TV spot…”

“Once I get a writing job….”

“Once I get a better one…”

“When I get a role on a show…I’ll feel better…”

“Once THIS…then THAT…”

Clearly, none of the successes of any of this stuff can make you truly happy. Case in point: Robin Williams. 

I am very much guilty of never being satisfied of rarely “enjoying my burrito”. If the guy I aspired to be couldn’t find it at the top, then maybe we’re on the wrong mountain. Or maybe it’s the way we perceive the mountain. Maybe it doesn’t matter whereabouts on the mountain you are, it’s about being happy and working on being a good person to your friends and family and also a good person to everybody you meet. 

This happening at this time in my life is a good reminder to find happiness first. A reminder that I shouldn’t go looking for it in fame, money, success or in other people. Find a way to be happy with yourself. 

ENJOY YOUR BURRITO

jr