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Severe Jet Lag

January 8, 2008


Aannnddd I’m back.

Israel was insane, to say the least. I don’t think I’ve ever been anywhere before that had so much build up in my life. While I was floating in the Dead Sea, I had a vivid flashback to my third grade religious school class where we learned about Israel, and I saw pictures of people in the Dead Sea and wondered if I would ever get to go there. Trippy. I will attempt to write a proper description of the trip, if that is even possible. The entire thing is a tired blur of bus rides, lack of sleep, ridiculous amounts of hummus, Israeli soldiers, and 30 minute lectures on King Herold the Great. The high points included visits to the Dead Sea, the Western Wall, Yad Vashem (the Holocaust Museum), some fabulous new friends, and a late night run-in at Ben Gurion Airport with a weirdly sour girl we saw get Bat Mitzvah-ed on the previous shabbat. Overall, it was an extremely positive experience, but my friends and I did come up with a list of problems including some empty promises about lunch and eight too many hotel dinners. I also lost about five pounds due to the hundreds of stairs we encountered, many in the one day that included climbing Masada and a “small hike” around the Ein Gedi oasis. There was also an amusing undercurrent of “You Love Israel” subliminal messaging that became painfully obvious at the Mega (mega mega) Event, where every Birthright participant was in attendance. (I actually ran into Meredith and Felber from camp there, which was random and fun…), but they must know what they are doing, because by the end, I think everyone on the trip felt a lot closer to and a lot stronger about Israel overall. Mission accomplished. I have to recommend the trip to anyone who is eligible to go (18-26 year old Jews, namely…), because really, how can you turn down a free trip anywhere? Plus, to stand in a room full of 5,000 screaming Jews is pretty sweet.

After traveling for 24 hours yesterday (and technically the day before), I crashed around 8 after consuming my weight in un-kosher pepperoni pizza. Today was a day of eating and packing two giant suitcases before I leave for California TOMORROW! Ack! I can’t believe I am leaving tomorrow. I’m heading out on a positive note too: I checked my e-mail yesterday and was sad to find that I hadn’t heard back from any of the companies I’d applied to. Today, I called one of the production companies, since I had their number, and found out they hadn’t recieved my resume. I re-sent it in to the internship coordinator, who I’d spoken to, and five minutes later he e-mailed me back to set up an interview time. About 10 minutes after that, one of the casting offices I’d emailed called me to schedule an interview too! Now I have three interviews, and one internship already set-up. I’m feeling pretty good knowing I can relax and attempt to fix my sleeping schedule over the next few days at my uncle’s house, rather than freaking out about finding an internship.

I like how I thought this would be a short post, since I’m sitting on the floor using my dad’s ancient laptop, but I guess I just had too much to say. Next time I post I’ll be in the sunshine state!


One Down

December 22, 2007


This week has been pretty bizarre. I’m “home” again, and by home, I remind you, I mean the apartment my parents are staying in while their new Delawarean house is being built. I’ve been sitting around a lot, reading, watching Extra’s DVDs. I finally left last night to go hang out in Philadelphia with Lauren and Alex, which was extremely fun – see pictures on facebook. We wandered around into some interesting stores, ate cheese-steaks, went to King of Prussia Mall, played with Shaggy the Dog (who was weirdly obsessed with my feet), and watched some “Flight of the Concords.”

But, you know, mostly I’ve just been sitting around. That has left me a lot of time to obsessively check my email to see if anyone has emailed me back about internships I’ve applied for. Because of the huge slash evil snowstorm last week in Boston, my phone interview for the soap opera internship did not happen and could not get back into contact with the woman I needed to, no matter how hard I tried. I started feeling like I was chasing an interview I’d already landed, which was frustrating. I tried all week, and because of that and not hearing from anyone else, I began to have a small panic attack. Visions of me sitting in LA while everyone went off to work and I laid on the couch eating chips ran through my head. Finally, I got a hold of her, and she basically said I had the internship, so….Yay! I have something to do when I get to LA! Some may scoff at soap operas, but the internship seems really cool. You get to help in all facets of production, because they are always in every step of production. I have another interview with a production company when I get into LA, so hopefully that will go well too, and I will be all set. Knock on wood.  

In other news, I’m going to Israel for 10 days on Birthright next Wednesday, so that’s pretty exciting! I’ve never been anywhere near there before, and most of my Jewish friends have been, so I’m finally joining the club. My mom says our itinerary looks good and exciting, so again…Yay!

I think that’s it for now. I hope everyone has a great Chanukah (a little belated) Christmas, and New Years, since I can’t really update when I’m in Israel. When I get back, I’ll only be a week away from LA. Get excited!  


You Can’t Go Home Again

November 25, 2007


Especially in my case: My parents move around a lot – They’ve moved houses twice now since I’ve been in college, and I still have a year to go. At least the first house only moved us about five minutes from where I lived out the last two years of high school. Now, though, my parents have moved over to the mid-Westerners east coast state: Delaware. An hour from the beach. An hour from the mountains. Twenty minutes from downtown Philly and a two hour train ride to The City. Not too bad a place to (hopefully) stay for some time. I’m happy for them. It just kind of sucks when “coming home” consists of sleeping on a blow-up mattress in the living room of my dad’s corporate apartment – a lovely hold over place until my mom is done rebuilding and redecorating the house my parents bought. I have accomplished a lot, though, free from the silly distractions of high school friends and my own car slash knowledge of where I am. I went shopping with my mom and bought some great stuff at both Target in Wilmington and the Macy’s in downtown Philadelphia. I stayed at my grandparents house in Bel Air, MD for two days for Thanksgiving, which was a little surreal since their house has always been a twice a year deal, as the closest we’ve ever lived to Bel Air before this was five hours by car (and that was when I was in 5th grade…). I saw my cousins, had some good good, and again, went shopping at my aunt’s sister’s store. I hung out with my sister and had a Friends Thanksgiving episode marathon after the obligatory viewing of the spectacle that is the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

I started and finished Tom Perrotta’s new book, The Abstinence Teacher, started reading The Tipping Point, and continued reading Eat, Pray, Love. It is so nice to just sit around once in a while and have absolutely nothing to do but read the only thing you want to be reading. It’s amazing how much faster I read in that situation, when there is no pressure, except to finish before I have to get back to reading all that stuff I have to read. I really enjoyed The Abstinence Teacher, which I guess wasn’t surprising as I really liked Election and Little Children, but this hit a lot closer to home in subject matter, as I’ve never been a suburban mother trapped by her life. I guess that is what the character was in this book, but her foe was one I’ve faced before living in the south as a Jew. Anyway, I don’t feel like debating religion here, so I’ll just say that I enjoyed the book.

In internship news, I already heard back from one of my leads, which was exciting, as I was told again and again that no one would contact me after just sending a resume. I guess sometimes the experts are wrong. I’m not getting cocky though. It was just a nice boost of confidence after a lot of cover letter writing. I’m still waiting for the last of my leads – hopefully one in a casting director’s office – and then I will just keep following up on those I’ve applied for. So far, I’ve applied to two production companies (one lead sent to me by the program, one found on my own), one soap opera (a lead sent to me), and two networks (which I applied for figuring, why not?). I don’t want to apply to too many, as the program discourages that. I don’t want to lose track or have to turn a lot of people down in the end, not that I’m beating off employers with a stick. I think I’ve applied to some reputable places, so hopefully something will work out. I will, of course, keep you updated. Next week, I’m planning on making a few follow-up calls slash emails to make sure they received my resume and to maybe ask about an interview. I feel slightly weird asking about an interview, but the program directors told us we need to be a little pushy, so I guess I will just have to get over it. Perseverance will out!

Tomorrow it’s back to the “real world” of school, for two weeks anyway. Just one final paper, a final TV movie project, a final script draft, and a final video project stand between me and the end of this semester. Let’s hope all goes well.



November 17, 2007


We finally have some good news! I am so happy that there is some forward progress. Even if it takes a few more weeks (or months), at least something is happening. People are talking. It’s looking more like a possibility that LA won’t be a ghost town when I get out there. Again I say, Hazzah!

The internship applying frenzy has officially begun. I will write about it more tomorrow, after I have gotten a decent night’s sleep. And watched Grey’s Anatomy. It seems all I do is catch up on television.


Strike the Good Strike

November 8, 2007


I haven’t written in a while. Not a lot of interesting things have happened…well, not in my life. My mom came. That was cool. I had an orientation for the program where they basically told us all the things we will be learning at the real orientation in January. Oh, and all the people working in one of my dream professions have gone on strike…two months before I am set to go and learn from them. And their work. Which they aren’t currently doing. Uh oh.

I am hearing conflicting stories. My professors here keep reassuring me that it will be over by January. Then I get home, log on to Variety and see articles like this. Obviously, someone will be wrong. I’m not too worried though. I mean, if I go out there while there is still a strike, I’m sure there will still be some opportunity for internships. But there will also be other, more interesting, life opportunities. On my first free day, I am looking up the addresses of strike areas, and I am joining in. I’ve authored spec scripts. I’m interesting in writing. Why shouldn’t I go picket with the people who are picketing for my possible future? What better story 20 years from now than to say that even though I wasn’t a writer then, I helped fight the good fight for writers and possibly for my future self.

Just to be clear, no matter what happens with me personally, I support the writers. What is happening to them, for lack of a better word, sucks. I hate seeing people taken advantage of, especially smart, creative, talented people who work endless hours for the love of a project and not for the profit to be made from it. What they want isn’t crazy or greedy. They want to be able to write for months without worrying about how they are going to keep their lights on or how they are going to pay for the gas to get downtown for the meeting that could finally give them a break. They deserve the money they are asking for, not only for their hard work, but for the hours of enjoyment they provide all of us. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t catch Pushing Daisies or Grey’s Anatomy online, since I work slash watch The Office, when they air. It’s upsetting that the writers, not to mention the actors and directors, get nothing from this so called “promotional” streaming of the episode, even though this is the only way I actually watch the episode. They get no money from my viewership and my enjoyment. Writers should be compensated for all the times their work airs and people are entertained by it, no matter where it is people are watching. It is almost sickening that anyone can side with the studio heads and CEO’s, making millions a year, and then look at the writers as the ones who are being unreasonable.

Everyone should go to unitedhollywood and for more articulate assessments of the situation. You should also watch this video if you don’t understand what the writer’s are actually striking about. Power to the people.


Thanks Universe

October 28, 2007


Why wouldn’t today, the day when I have an interview with the program manager of the LA program at 9:50 in the morning, be the day that I somehow hit “off” on my phone alarm instead of “snooze.” Why wouldn’t this be the day that, instead of waking up at 7:30am as planned, taking a shower, and leisurely walking down to the International Programs office, I wake up at 9:30, throw my hair into a pony tail and run down to the office, thankfully grabbing my resume in between running a brush through my hair and over my teeth.

Sometimes I feel like God does these weird, obnoxious things to us just so he has something to watch. I mean, watching things go right for people for all eternity would be pretty boring. It follows the same principal that says that as soon as people get together on TV shows, the show stops being interesting to watch. (Which, by the way, is totally untrue. Jim and Pam forever!) For God, though, if he can just screw things up enough for you, I’m sure it provides a little entertainment…or at least passes the time, if there is a concept of time when you never die. Or live. Anyway, I also think that after God does these weird, annoying things to you, he sends you a little gift to help you through it, because if he didn’t, it would just be cruel. Case in point, as I ran outside, looking about 10 times less professional and put together than I would have hoped, the T was coming: It was just far enough away that I could catch it without running in front of a bus crossing Comm Ave, but close enough that I didn’t have to wait at all. If you don’t live in Boston, it might be hard to understand how rare and beautiful a gift this really is. To give you a little insight into how the T usually operates, I was waiting for Lynn the other night to go to dinner. As I stood waiting for her, two T’s came and stopped right in front of me in a five minute period. As soon as Lynn got there, we waited 10 minutes for another T to come, only to have it whiz by us, probably running express to Harvard Ave. We then waited another 10 minutes. Another T appeared in the distance. It too passed us by. I started to get pissed. Neither of these T’s was particularly full nor was there another T right behind them to indicate that they had to go express to get back on schedule. We then waited another 10 minutes for a T to finally come AND stop for us. As you can see, the little T miracle this morning, which allowed me to get to my interview on time (which I would not have if I had walked), was definitely something special.

As for my actual interview, it went well. I got a few resume tips that will hopefully make it stronger, and Michael, the program manager, made me feel that I won’t have a problem getting an internship. He said that I have good experience, which is something I rarely think about myself. Basically, this interview was just to get a feel for my interests so that they can send me some leads in Los Angeles to contact about internships. I hope I didn’t look like I just rolled out of bed…even though I did. Thanks God. Thanks a lot.