Here is the deal: I don't like blogs. I don't. But I like to write and pressure myself to write, and I find blogs are generally pretty public. [As noted in my previous blog, I like to call these things "Public Internet Diaries" (PIDs), and in a pretty negative way, too. However, I've obviously settled deeper into the idea of writing one, though, so, as far as hypocrites go, I can't be so negative anymore.] My blog, though, will be slightly different from many online journals. I'm a little self-effacing, so I don't wish to share what's going on in my everyday life with the general public; if I pass the most beautiful hydrangea or hideous bolero, I'm gonna call my mom or dad in, like, a heartbeat and they'll find it totally cool and we'll all be satisfied. Instead, I enjoy writing as a form of... for a lack of a better word, let's just say "entertainment." Namely, purposeful to YOU. The reader. The voyeur. The... the..
OK, seriously, I can barely concentrate because someone is blasting some severely saucy music outside. We're gonna cut this explanation short:
52 weeks. 1 year, if math isn't your strong suit. 1 recipe a week. Endless amounts of ingredients, I'm sure, including such tasty innards as:
- 1 5-story walk-up
- 1 stress fracture in your foot
- apprx. 10 boxes of shtuff, plus pinches of oddly shaped bags and pointy objects
- 99 degrees of heat
- 0 parking spots
These ingredients will add up to one gourmet recipe a week that will teach us all a little something about living in the city, surviving your first year out of college, making your way in the acting biz, or just how to not embarrass yourself in a myriad of common sense situations. Seeing as I'm a recently graduated actor who just moved to NYC, plan on an emphasis on the first 3, which so far tend to include the fourth. All of them, true recipes for disaster that you should maybe avoid.
For example, the lesson I'd type up about this first recipe, which is just one day and not an entire week, would have something to do with, I don't know, resting every injury with care: if you keep living your life without tending to said injury, it's going to complicate something much more meaningful to you than the small events you participated in instead of resting up. Your health-- mind and body-- is the most essential part of your life (literally), way more important than wearing the highest heels with a sprained ankle, partying all night when you are coming down with a cold, etc. Also, always have paper towels or hand wipes on hand because you never know who'll be sweating.
Make sense?
I'll be posting my first real recipe for this current last week of July this Sunday. In the meantime, I hope we can all do what Mark Twain said and live large by learning large: If you hold a cat by the tail you learn things you cannot learn any other way. Hold on to your cats-- here we go!
