One of the best things about living in Toronto is that there are film festivals year round. On the rare occasion when there isn’t a film festival (and even during a few of them), there are hundreds of vans parked all around the place filming something or other. And if you’re not into indie films, there is always the big budget feature or TV Show that you can catch people filming (I’m talking Patrick J. Adams strolling casually through our streets – pause for drool). As a film buff, this city is heaven.
I’ve become a bit disillusioned with the big budget feature film scene lately. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a film snob, I’m just sick of having to choose between sequels, re-makes or Marvel films (I love a good Marvel flick as much as the next guy but it’s time for a bit of quality over quantity). In any case, it’s brought me into the short film scene. In fact, no film style suits modern audiences more than a good short. With youtube, netflix and twitter who wants to pay $20 to spend 2 hours watching Seth MacFarlane poke fun at history and try to get into Charlize Theron’s pants? What’s more with the barrier of entry into film constantly decreasing, high quality short films are not as rare as they used to be.
I’ve heard it said that you can’t ever step in the same river twice, but I never really understood that saying until Brasilia. A city that was tailor made for the future, that would never need to grow or change, and yet somehow defied everything around it. It changed without changing, a constantly different constant, just as you are always you, but you are never the same you that you were 10 minutes ago. I lived in many different countries throughout my life, but somehow I am always drawn back to one city in particular. My river.
It was my birthday yesterday and as usual I received lots of special, sweet messages from my family and loved ones all around the world, without actually getting to celebrate with any of them. I have always been grateful for the lifestyle I have had, and I always will be. In fact, if I hadn’t lived in so many different countries my whole life I would have never many many of the incredible people I have the privilege of knowing today, but it’s always a trade off.
I have been so ridiculously lethargic lately! I can’t even justify it. I honestly have no idea what’s going on, but ever since I got sick I’ve been having trouble finding m rhythm again and getting back to work. Worst yet – I actually have stuff to do!
How cute is this?! I LOVE bulldogs
I worked on a couple film projects in June and September, and now they’re both in post-production, which means I don’t have heaps of work to do, but I do have to attend a few meetings and do some liaising, promoting and organizing here and there. I can’t even bring myself to do that. Just been dragging my feet to every meeting. I’m worried my body has gotten too used to one full year of unemployment, but most likely I’ve just been overworking myself and this shiver-inducing weather is not helping.
It also doesn’t help that I have been trying (and failing) to quit coffee. I don’t necessarily think it’s bad for you or anything, but I like to detox from it every once it a while to prevent withdrawal headaches and tolerance. Probably not the best time to be doing this… which is why I have been giving up every day and saying “I’ll try again tomorrow.” At least there’s always tomorrow…
Some of you might be pretty sick of hearing about Game of Thrones at this point. It’s everybody’s new obsession and there probably isn’t anything new about but a) for once this is actually about the books as opposed to the TV series b) I’m going to give it a shot regardless.
The Martin worshipers among you may chastise me for it, but I do have to say, so far the best book in the series has been the first one. It’s almost as if he realized just how much he had hooked us in with the first book, and then dwindled his efforts from there, because you were already committed to finishing the series. Don’t get me wrong, the books are good, somehow Martin managed to balance Tolkien’s complex and thoroughly planned imaginings, with the accessible language and story-telling dominated by Rowling. He is undoubtedly a very good writer, and I still have very much enjoyed the series so far, but the story doesn’t seem like it’s going anywhere.
After nearly two weeks off, it’s time to talk Cover Letters. Now I have to admit, this is my least favourite part about job applications. I get some serious cringe moments when I look back at my old cover letters, and in the interest of sparing you guys some of the same pain, I’d like to tell you not to make the same mistakes I did.
Just spent the last four days with the in-laws for Canadian Thanksgiving. I know I already published the mandatory, cliche “I am thankful” post, but the time I spent away from the city gave me a little bit of time to reflect.
Ever since I moved to Canada I’ve felt like I was in some sort of purgatory. Waiting at a stop sign for life to catch up to me. Mindlessly going about daily chores and self-improvement tasks just to get myself through the day. Up until now it’s all kept me pretty sane, given me something to focus on, goals to pursue. Over the last week, however, between getting sick and travelling to the countryside, my mind had some time to catch up to my body’s own mechanical movements.
Last week, I was bed ridden for about two days, barely able to get out of bed from the pain in my abdomen, going to the bathroom constantly and feeling like my torso had turned itself into a greenhouse. At first I thought I had come down with a case of the stomach flu, or maybe food poisoning.
Turns out my combination of swimming on Monday, Kettlebell on Tuesday, a Cycle & Sculpt on Wednesday and a lentil curry that same day, did not do my body any favours. All I really had was a mixture of over exertion at the gym and… well… lentil curry (need I say more?). Trust me, indigestion feels a WHOLE LOT worse when your abs are also recovering from weightlifting.
Here is where I have to stress, once again, the importance of rest. And also where I kick myself for not listening to my own advice. Remember when I wrote about how important it is to take time to rest and relax? This is exactly why.
Time to talk CV. Now I have done some job recruitment, interviewing and auditioning in the past and the most important piece of advice I can give you is to READ THE JOB ADVERTISEMENT.
I cannot tell you just how many CVs and Cover Letters were forwarded my way that were generic and seemed to have no real perception of what job they were actually applying for. I also can’t count how many interviews I’ve scored on the basis of “you seem like one of the few people who actually read the advert.” These days it’s so easy to hop online and just apply for 20 jobs in one go and feel satisfied that you’ve accomplished something for the day. DON’T! employers can pinpoint it straight away and you’re only reducing your application to interview ratio.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you feel so much love for all the beauty in the world that your heart feels like it’s trying to hug itself? Where all the weight around your chest crushes it and tightens it, but instead of pain you simply feel too much joy. You wish you could show all your friends and family just how much you love them because you feel so blessed and lucky.
I try to feel like that at least once a day. Happiness is a choice, and no matter how hard or sad you life is, there is always a silver lining, and somehow you are always in the right place at the right time. Even if that also involves being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Life is screaming out advice to you, you just have to learn to listen.
This might also sound cheesy, but it’s just something I’ve learned over time, looking back at past moments that make me cringe. And I was having one of those heart crushing moments.
I just finished a short film project with the most amazing group of people. It was unpaid, and it was just a small low budget thing, but it felt so good to work on, and everyone around the project was so positive and professional. I suppose that’s quite fitting with Canadian Thanksgiving coming up. I may still be starting out, and unsure if I will ever be able to make money doing what I love, but I have been immensely fortunate with the people I have in my life, what they’ve taught me, and the opportunities they’ve given me, and I will always be grateful for that.