More Reality TV?

Got another email from a casting producer to be on a reality television show…

Hello. I am a casting producer at America’s Got Talent. I would love to talk to some regarding Syndication.

Best wishes,
Sarah Furlong

Hopefully no one will show them the video of our “novelty” performance from England’s National camp two years ago…  (does that video even still exist?) … or the one from the year before… (never saw a video of that one, if there even was one…)

I wonder if this has anything to do with Kacie Boguskie being on The Bachelor…

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*UPDATE*  Um… yeah… that video does still exist…

This has never happened to me before

As I went through security at the LAX airport last week, I noticed (like always) the TSA officers looking perplexed at the image of my batons on the x-ray machine.

One of the officers pondered outloud, “what is that?”

The officer sitting at the screen swiveled his hand back and forth in a twisting motion and answered, “twirling batons.”

Then they passed my baton bag through.

In the stars or in my hands

Recently, I’ve been seeing a lot of shooting stars when normally I would see none (I live in Los Angeles, after all).

I know that the usual protocol for seeing shooting stars would be to make a wish, but honestly, I didn’t really wish for anything.

This is not to say that there aren’t things in my life that I want — of course there are many things that I want — I guess I just don’t really believe in wishing… I believe in autonomy.

I believe that the things that occur to us as a direct result of the actions we have consciously and determinedly taken are the events that mean the most to us. This is the kind of life that I prefer to live. A life that I have earned. I am responsible for my own happiness, and I am responsible for my own life. It is not enough to just wish for something to happen; if you have a wish, then make it happen. Things may still not end up the way you may have wanted, but at least you won’t have any regrets that you didn’t go for it. There are so many external considerations that you can’t control, but there is nothing worse than regretting not doing the things that you wish you had done.

Yes, there are situations in my life that are not perfect (they’re rather difficult in some cases), but still I wouldn’t wish for things to be any different, because, had the circumstances been different, things may not have turned out the way that they had.

Take my job, for instance. Several years ago, I was working full-time for an entertainment marketing agency. It was a good company, with good people, and pretty good pay. It wasn’t perfect… my official position wasn’t one that I was all that excited about, I found out that I really didn’t want to be involved in the business world, and I’ve come to realize lately that working in a office setting really isn’t for me.

When the economy crashed, the marketing world was the first to get hit. My company went from an establishment of 7 people, to the CEO and his wife (who became the VP when the VP left as well).

Since leaving that company, I’ve ventured into a plethora of different industries — mostly various part time work to accommodate my training/competition schedule.

Last year, my old company contacted me again. They had been steadily getting back on their feet and their business had grown to the point where they wanted to bring me back to do some freelance work for them. In my new position, I can work from home (on my own hours) doing creative work that actually stimulates me — work that I believe in.

I feel really lucky to have a work arrangement that is pretty ideal for me and my life. I can still travel, train, teach, pursue all my other ventures, and NOT die from my exhausting schedule like I had before.

I know I’m really lucky to have the opportunities that I have, and it took a lot of less-than-ideal (and sometimes stressful) situations to get there, but I am incredibly thankful that things have turned out the way that they have.

And like I said before, there are other situations in my life that are not quite perfect, but they’re still pretty darn good. I’m happy with where I am at, and that’s good enough for me, for now.

We can only live each moment to moment and then see where life takes us… and trust that everything always works out somehow.

The bigger picture may be in the stars, but everything that happens to get me there is in my hands.

Lost in Translation

For the past week, the oldest daughter of my host family in Japan, Chie, has been visiting Los Angeles.  Unfortunately, I was out of town for most of her time here, but during the time that I was in town, I’ve been taking her and her family (husband and daughter) around Los Angeles.  I’m certain that my efforts are still dwarfed by her family’s unmitigated hospitality and generosity that they always extend to my brother and me when we travel to Japan, but I’m glad to at least augment their merriment as much and in any way that I can.

Though I can speak Japanese pretty well, truth be told, my Japanese speaking ability is probably somewhere around an elementary level.    Chie’s daughter, Mao, is 3 (almost 4) years old, and so you’d think that I’d be able to converse pretty well with her — a child with a somewhat equally elementary grasp of the Japanese language.  NOT SO.

See, the thing is that an adult (for the most part) knows how to temper their vernacular and rate of speech to help someone of lesser language comprehension understand what they want to say; whereas a 3-year-old has no concept of foreigners and other people not understanding their language, let alone their specific “baby-talk.”  You can imagine me floundering in the Sisyphean task of trying to entertain a vociferous toddler who, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice (too much) when I would resort to the “just smile and nod” tactic.

Even with Chie, however, things got comical every now and then.  Because Chie speaks Engrish sometimes.  Which I can’t always understand.

When I was driving Chie and her family back to their friends’ house, Chie was giving me directions on how to get there.  Initially, I asked for the address, so that I could just use the GPS, but she didn’t know the address and assured me that she knew the streets and landmarks along the way.

This is about how the conversation went (in Japanese, obviously):

Me:  Which way do I go?

Chie:  Massugu

Me:  ”Massugu”?  Um… I don’t know that word…

Chie:  Gousuturiito

Me:  ”Ghost Street?”  Er… I don’t understand…  Please speak Japanese, it’s easier…

Chie:  Massugu massugu!

Me:  I don’t understand “massugu”…  Left or right?

Chie:  No, First street.

Me:  We’re on First street right now…

Chie:  Massugu

Chie’s husband:  She doesn’t know “massugu!”

Me:  I know “left,” “right,” and “in front” — those are okay?

Chie:  Yes!  Okay!  In front!

Me:  Okay!  Got it!

Chie:  We’re close.  When you see a hudohowaressu on the right, turn left.

Me:  …  Can you repeat that one more time?

Chie:  When you see a hudohowaressu on the right, turn left, okay?

Me:  Uh… what?

Chie:  Hudohowaressu?

Me:  …  OH!  FOOD4LESS!  Okay!  I understand!

Obviously, I know what “Massugu” means now.  I am also now aware that “Ghost Street” was “go straight.”  Thanks, retrospect (though you’d be more helpful if you could be more punctual next time…).

Everything in my apartment is broken

It’s the end of the year, and the end of many of my electronics’ lifespans…

My toaster oven is broken (by my old-old roommate), my router has always been capricious, the “8″ and “0″ buttons on my microwave don’t work anymore, and now my TV is officially dead.

I’m sure there’s more…

Not that any of these setbacks really bother me, nor do they have any affect on my everyday life (although, when my TV first started to turn itself on and off repeatedly without any prompting, that did freak me out a bit…).  My toaster oven still works if I have the door hang open about halfway, my router resumes working after a reset when it craps out on me, if I have to set the microwave to 8 minutes, I can just set it to 7:59, and we’ve already established that I don’t watch TV.

But still…  I’ve been on a whole “let’s clean up this apartment and get it to an acceptable state of affairs” kick lately…  Maybe this is an opportune time to fix up the place…

On another note, why couldn’t this have been available when I bought a new computer??  (-_-);;

I don’t even watch TV…

Got this email over the weekend:

Hi Monica,
I found you on Model Mayhem and then followed your link, not sure if you have ever seen the reality show “The Amazing Race”, but I saw that you and your brother were baton twirlers at a championship level and wanted to see if you guys might be interested in applying for the show. Please let me know if you have any interest, I look forward to talking to you.

Penni Lane Clifton
Casting Producer Survivor and The Amazing Race

Truthfully, I’m really not interested in being on a reality television show, and I sent it over to my brother so he could share the laugh.

He did indeed laugh (he wrote “lol”), but he is also wanting me to respond to her.

Why???

/sigh

So, at his insistence, I wrote her back and basically said that I’m in the middle of the competition season and he’s in the middle of law school, and that our schedules probably won’t work with theirs.

She wrote back:

Hi Monica,
I am going to forward this email to Dominique, who has all that information, and you never know, it could totally work out!

Penni Lane Clifton
Casting Producer Survivor

(>.<);;

FedUp with FedEx

As most of you have been privy to my constant bemoaning that I’ve been needing a new computer, I finally got one, which I ordered online.

The other day, I came home to find this note on my door:

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Wait–what?? Why did FedEx just give my NEIGHBOR my brand new (and very expensive) computer???

Did you know that FedEx has a feature called “Indirect Signature?” It’s so that, when people have packages shipped to their workplace, the receptionist can sign for the package for them.

…or your neighbor apparently. Whom I don’t know, have never had a conversation with, and wasn’t home either.

I was literally fuming…I was livid! I could not believe that the FedEx guy, after knocking on my door and finding out that I wasn’t home, thought it would be okay to just knock on my neighbor’s door and give him my expensive new computer!! It wasn’t even disguised in a box, it was shipped in the original packaging, so you KNEW it was a laptop (and the expensive model, to boot!).

This, especially after having one of neighbors STEAL MY OLD ROOMMATE’S CHECKBOOK FROM OUR MAIL AND WRITE HIMSELF A $500 CHECK TO “CASH”!!! (and I don’t know if she ever got that back…)

I called FedEx to complain, but of course their customer service is useless, and the only thing I could do was issue a complaint.

SO MUCH UNBRIDLED RAGE!!!

I left a note on my neighbor’s door asking him to let me know when he gets back, because FedEx said he had my package. Luckily, this neighbor in particular I know to be a pretty good and honest person, and he gave me my computer as soon as he got home.

Still so angry though!!! o(≧O≦)o

Hello Kitty (the sequel!)

Previously on “monicalee (the blog!)”… we left our hero unsure of how she was going to be able to find an adoptable kitty outside of sheer luck and a crazy random happenstance.

Unwilling to accept this passive stance on kitty companionship, I decided to check out all of the local shelters’ websites, looking specifically for known hypoallergenic breeds — Siberians and Maine Coons.

THINGS ARE LOOKING UP FOR OUR HERO!

Here are the two I’m wanting to visit:


Odessa
Maine Coon: An adoptable cat in Los Angeles, CA
Small • Young • Female
Perfect Odessa has it all – beauty and personality! This dainty girl looks like a miniature Maine Coon with her round face and big eyes. She asks for your attention with soft little meows.


Katrina
I’m a calm, quiet and friendly cat. No troublemaking antics for me, I’m so mellow you might be surprised to turn around and see I’ve been calmly watching you — just waiting for you to come say hi and stroke my head — which will make me very happy!

 

STAY TUNED TO SEE HOW THIS STORY UNFOLDS!!

Always an Apple Fan Girl, even though I don’t have a Mac (yet) and I’m actually allergic to the fruit…

When I worked at the Apple Store, there was nothing more annoying than all the preteen and teenage kids coming in and just playing with Photo Booth for hours — thinking they were so novel at making goofy faces, or all the girls making the same ridiculous big-eyed pucker face.

It turns out that Steve Jobs is just like us – subject to the same silliness that Photo Booth lures out of all of us.

This — I think — is the best thing that anyone has said about Steve Jobs, and it’s so true.

“The world has lost a visionary. And there may be no greater tribute to Steve’s success than the fact that much of the world learned of his passing on a device he invented.” – Barack Obama

Yep.  I did.