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Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Hump day videos
Enjoy a couple from Kevin Hart...
Passion or commitment?
Working in a creative industry that is largely transient, there is very little loyalty. I don't know what it's like to be given "long service leave", and I never will. The longest period I've held a job for is 2 years. But I do understand what it is to be passionate about the type of work you do, and how important it is to stay committed. But which is more important in determining long-term success?
Some people think that passion is the cornerstone of creating a truly happy and successful career. But the way I see it, you can be passionate about a thousand different things at the same time - a religion, a hobby, a person, an ideal - but you can only really be 100% committed to a few things at the same time. Plus passion is flighty, depending wholly on an emotional connection.... but commitment? Commitment requires steadfast dedication regardless of emotions, ideals or a changing landscape. You are either committed or you're not.
My father once told me that marriage is the same way. "It's the commitment part that's most important", he'd say. I'm not the right person to make an educated guess about commitment vs passion in a long-term relationship, but I do know this one thing: I've always approached love from a passion perspective, and I'm still single.
Some people think that passion is the cornerstone of creating a truly happy and successful career. But the way I see it, you can be passionate about a thousand different things at the same time - a religion, a hobby, a person, an ideal - but you can only really be 100% committed to a few things at the same time. Plus passion is flighty, depending wholly on an emotional connection.... but commitment? Commitment requires steadfast dedication regardless of emotions, ideals or a changing landscape. You are either committed or you're not.
My father once told me that marriage is the same way. "It's the commitment part that's most important", he'd say. I'm not the right person to make an educated guess about commitment vs passion in a long-term relationship, but I do know this one thing: I've always approached love from a passion perspective, and I'm still single.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Hands behind your backs, boys
When my little brother Dean was 2 1/2, he thought it was pretty damn funny to strip down to the nud (diaper and all) and run around the house when my parents had guests over for dinner. It was cute and funny.
Now he's in his early 20's. He still thinks a nudie run is a pretty hilarious party trick. Unfortunately, the Victorian Police don't think so.
Dean was no doubt the instigator when he and 8 mates decided to strip down to nothing but their runners (he's strongly believes in good foot care) for a streak through the streets of Melbourne last night. According to Dean, they were being cheered on by passers-by in the street, egged on my motorists beeping their horns and adored by women of all ages looking on (I doubt the latter) until they literally ran into two cops walking the beat. The cops, one male and one female, made them line up in a single file facing the road with their hands behind their backs.
"Cold night for a run, isn't it boys?" the copper asked while walking the line of embarressed boys. "You look cold. Glad to see you had the common sense to put on some decent shoes, though. Well done."
The copper made them stand still, naked, for a good 10 minutes before marching them all back to their hotel for clothing. He then took their out-of-state contact details (they were on a end-of-season footy trip from Gold Coast), and gave them a warning. I doubt Dean will ever take his clothes off again.
Now he's in his early 20's. He still thinks a nudie run is a pretty hilarious party trick. Unfortunately, the Victorian Police don't think so.
Dean was no doubt the instigator when he and 8 mates decided to strip down to nothing but their runners (he's strongly believes in good foot care) for a streak through the streets of Melbourne last night. According to Dean, they were being cheered on by passers-by in the street, egged on my motorists beeping their horns and adored by women of all ages looking on (I doubt the latter) until they literally ran into two cops walking the beat. The cops, one male and one female, made them line up in a single file facing the road with their hands behind their backs.
"Cold night for a run, isn't it boys?" the copper asked while walking the line of embarressed boys. "You look cold. Glad to see you had the common sense to put on some decent shoes, though. Well done."
The copper made them stand still, naked, for a good 10 minutes before marching them all back to their hotel for clothing. He then took their out-of-state contact details (they were on a end-of-season footy trip from Gold Coast), and gave them a warning. I doubt Dean will ever take his clothes off again.
Galifianakis gets Galifianakis
Zack Galifianakis has long been producing a small clips for Funny or Die called Between Two Ferns. In these clips, he awkwardly interviews celebs by asking them fairly inappropriate questions. Like this one with his THE HANGOVER co-star Bradley Cooper:
It was only a matter of time before Zack himself was faced with a real-life version of his Between Two Ferns character. It's perfectly awkward and (apparently) a genuine interview:
It was only a matter of time before Zack himself was faced with a real-life version of his Between Two Ferns character. It's perfectly awkward and (apparently) a genuine interview:
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Just look pretty and read the friggin lines!
For those that don't know, I work for a small domestically produced soap. I'm one of the writers, and as you can probably tell after a couple minutes on this blog, the producers aren't that picky about "ability". That's especially true of the cast - who are chosen for their looks more than anything else.
If you are relatively attractive and can read, then you're exactly what most casting agents look for on small budget productions. Just get yourself an agent. If you ever find yourself on my set, do yourself a favour: unless you're actually Russell Crowe or Cate Blanchett, just read the friggin lines. Deliver every syllable as written, and be thankful for the paycheck.
Who knows, after years of hard work and constantly working on your craft, you might get somewhere. Here's some acting tops from James Franco:
After a while of hard work and training, casting agents may begin to notice more than your good looks. The Director may start asking for your input. The producers may even let you give notes on the script. But you're not there yet.
If you are relatively attractive and can read, then you're exactly what most casting agents look for on small budget productions. Just get yourself an agent. If you ever find yourself on my set, do yourself a favour: unless you're actually Russell Crowe or Cate Blanchett, just read the friggin lines. Deliver every syllable as written, and be thankful for the paycheck.
Who knows, after years of hard work and constantly working on your craft, you might get somewhere. Here's some acting tops from James Franco:
After a while of hard work and training, casting agents may begin to notice more than your good looks. The Director may start asking for your input. The producers may even let you give notes on the script. But you're not there yet.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
This whale needs saving
I went to a friend’s birthday Saturday night in Main Beach (happy birthday Chris!). It’s been a while since I’ve seen this particular group of friends, so I had been looking forward to the catch up. As usual, I turned up late. As usual, I turned up single. I just didn’t know that everyone else would be on-time and not single.
1st awkward moment of the night: figuring out where I was going to sit. There was a little bit of shuffling around, as my dear friends tried to accommodate the odd number. Eventually, I sat next to Rach and quickly ordered a bottle of Logan Sauvignon Blanc (currently my favourite wine).
“Still single, Kyles?” asked Kate, just loudly enough for everyone to hear but not loud enough to be interpreted as a bitch. It’s hard not to hate Kate: she’s an easy nine who’s as shallow as she is gorgeous; she has a gorgeous husband who looks like he just stepped out of an Abercrombie catalogue; and she’s a ranga.
“Yeah, well, you know me – just hard to catch.”
“I’m sure your Captain Ahab is out there” she quipped with a friendly smile.
Yep. That bitch called me a whale.
Rach (being the perfectly socially mannered gal she is) smiled and poured me more wine “you’ll need more of this”.
One bottle of Sav Blanc later, and I was completely over my initial awkwardness. As I stepped out of the restaurant to have my first post-meal ciggie, I contemplated how there isn’t one right way to live a life. Sure, they all seemed happy with their settled-down lives – husbands, children, waterfront homes with a big yards and shiney black SUVs – but I was happy too. Besides, Moby Dick was never meant to be caught.
When I returned to the table, I noticed the boys and girls were separated: girls on one-end of the table gossiping, and the boys on the other mulling over the bill.My instinct was to sit with the girls until:-
“Kylie’s running stag, so we still have to sort her out. I’m not paying for another sheila who won’t be putting out.” Once of the boys said amongst some chuckles… “Is she a lesbo?” jokingly asked another…
I froze as thoughts went swimming around in my head: Was I meant to hear that? When did everyone start paying in pairs? The girls weren’t even trying to pretend to pay. Should I sit with the girls and ignore them or should I race over to the boys and pony up some money? Dammit... I forgot to go to the ATM... do I even have enough cash on me? Shit. Shit. Shit. Have they seen me yet?...
Before I had time to do anything, Robbo plonked an extra hundred down, “My shout for Kyles. Just stop being dickheads because she was never interested in your ugly arse”.
I was saved from being singled out and spared me any further ridicule. And in that moment, I realised how wonderful it would be to have a partner, someone who you can depend on to come to your rescue from time to time. Because sometimes, even the whale that gets away needs saving.
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