Swung by my agent’s office today between whirlwinds, and while he was on the phone I stood and eyed the collection of Genie and Jutra awards (etc.) lining the wall. And suddenly I felt this jolt of alarm.
Are you afraid of heights? Ever been on a plane and, even when everything is running smoothly — in fact you’re having the most pleasant flight of your life — suddenly you realize where you are? Up in the air? And even though you know a scientific person could explain to you using math and physics and reason why you’re able to glide through the air at 30 000 feet, it all seems like magic; strange and impossible. That any moment you’ll take a nosedive and meet your fate? Your stomach leaps. That occasionally happens to me mid-flight, and it happened to me today at the agency. Except I’m not soaring at 30 000 feet. I’ve only just taken off. You know what they say about take-off. If you don’t, watch the last scene of Say Anything.
I wanted to find a Youtube Clip of this scene but I can’t. So I’ll share this one instead. It has nothing at all to do with what I’m trying to say, but it’s classic.
Anyway. So my stomach leapt. I went and comforted myself with a poached egg on a bed of baby spinach and pancetta and some urgent proofreading.
Magic? Strange and impossible? Probably not. And even if so, that’s ok too because…
the newest addition to my kitchen
Speaking of strange and impossible, anyone want to guess where I’m headed back to tomorrow night? The year 2010. I’m time-traveling. I got skillz.
On an unrelated note, I’m dying to get this moustache off my profile pics. So imagine all the mo’ bros actually sporting them all month? Last day to donate. There’s still time. Do it!
And here’s another gem.
