Just found this sweet new seasonal snowy extra on WordPress. Makes it snowing. This may have to suffice for me not seeing snow at all this year. Life changes can be tough sometimes.
It’s been a little over a year and a half since I’ve moved out to Los Angeles to pursue the ever-mocked and questioned career in entertainment, and yet I still find myself having to explain “why?” to friends and family. Nothing against any of them who are asking those questions – it is a tough thing for people to grasp, especially when the decision and subsequent move snuck up on a lot of them.
Let’s shift back in time a few years, to when I’m entering college. I decided upon Boston University because they had a great Communications school, and I was looking to study Journalism, because I enjoyed writing. However, the beginning classes in Journalism, and the articles I took it upon myself to write for two school papers quickly made me realize that writing was really the only thing I liked about journalism – not the reporting, not newspaper deadlines and formats. Just writing. I saw columnists like Dave Barry, or in later years Bill Simmons, and saw that they pretty much had carte blanche to write whatever they wanted, and both seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. However, you can’t just become a national syndicated columnist with the green light to write about 90210 or Silly Putty. They had to come up from somewhere, learn the ropes of the industry and work their way up to the top, where they wanted to be.
Again, nothing wrong with that career path, but I realized that I liked writing, and just wanted to write about whatever – my first bouts in writing all were personal memoir-type journal entries and stories, I never had the burning desire to report on school funding and where exactly our large Undergraduate Student Fees really went to. I figured since I was at this great Communications school, which aside from a great Journalism program, had a great Film and TV program, I should focus my writing desires into television, where I could not only write from a more personal level, but I’d have more creativity with it and it was a medium I always enjoyed, and found it incredible that I could study it as a major.
And so, I ventured into the world of entertainment, looking to write for television, and as I took classes at BU, really enjoyed them and knew this is what I wanted to do. Once I found out about BU’s Los Angeles Internship Program, I knew that it would be something I’d benefit from, and it would also give me a taste of what Los Angeles and the real Entertainment Industry would be like. I did the program, liked it, and that pretty much cemented my decision to move out here.
Now, during this time, I may have only discussed school-related things with friends and family on rare occasions; whether it be family functions or short catch-up sessions during school breaks where we’d talk about how school was going for about 15 minutes, then go back to making dick and fart jokes and reminiscing about high school, realizing that the drama we thought we left at home still existed whenever we came back. We never really delved into what I was doing and what I wanted to be doing. Plus, especially with friends, and I’m guilty of this too, college and the work involved is so self-involved that there’s not much time to concern yourself with how your friends are doing in their individual endeavors – you have a big midterm to study for.
This sounds a bit cynical, and I don’t mean for it to be. I’m just commenting on the inherent personal pressures we all face in college, and especially toward the end, when we’re trying to finish school and figure out what’s next, it’s easy to get caught up in it all and forget about the other people in your life.
Anyways, back to present time, where I find that every time I go home and hang out with friends, or see a family member, I have to update them on how things are going, which inevitably means rationalizing the decision to move to LA. Yes, this year has gone a lot better – I’ve found more consistent work at a reputable production company, and have also been getting consistent freelance editing work on the side, but it’s still nowhere near the financial security that a lot of my friends have. Right now, I have jobs lined up for the future, but I am still technically out of work and struggling between jobs. But I am happy, and the work I do is very helpful in learning new things about editing and the post production process, which will definitely help me later on in my career. But despite this, there are still parts of my life I have to rationalize to them – I’ve worked but there are always periods in the industry where work dies down and people have lulls in projects – it’s just the nature of the beast. I’m not going to start out as a CEO of a Production Company or an Agent – I won’t have job security for a few years at least. But I can take this time off to write, to pursue other interests like comedy or photography (which will come once I have money to buy a nice camera). When you just have a desire to create and entertain, everything you do toward that goal is considered progress.
Every now and then I have to think back and ask myself if I could have done anything else with college or my life after college, and I really can’t find a solid answer to that – which probably means I’m either not qualified for anything else, or I picked the right place and industry to be in. In a way, it’s an industry full of ambitious and creative people, who often did not have other options or qualifications; something compelled them to create and focus their ambitions toward entertaining the masses of people who chose more stable and realistic careers – many of whom are the same friends and family who ask “Why LA? Why Entertainment?”
That’s my long answer to the question, but I guess it can be answered in a short way too – “Why Not? What Else should I do?”
A year ago, I parked my car on Citrus Ave after dropping my dad off at the airport, sat on the couch/my temporary bed with my buddy Rob and his roommates, and anticipated the start of a new journey. I had accomplished the task of driving cross-country in my brand new car, with my brand new computer, and my entire wardrobe of Boston Sports T-Shirts and Sweatshirts and arrived at the start of my brand new life.
The road trip was a great opportunity to catch a glimpse at some parts of the country I would have never been, but on a deeper level it was also a great chance to simultaneously take my mind off the big jump I was about to take, and also mentally prepare myself for it. That seems strange to say, but does make sense in that you need distractions when freaking out about something for too long or you’ll just go crazy. The whole trip I was nervous every time I thought about moving to Los Angeles, but when I was marveling at the Grand Canyon, none of those thoughts came into my head. While a plane trip is still long enough to go through those thoughts, I feel that I matured a bit on the road trip by having been through it and witnessed the sights I’ve described throughout the week.
Taking this week to look back on a very important and literal crossroads in my life was another excuse to reflect on the past year. In fairness, I shouldn’t say excuse, a year out of school and into a new life is a pretty big deal. If you’ve read any of my other reflection-based posts, it’s not secret that this time has gone by too quickly. One thing I may not have mentioned is how unexpected this whole year has treated me.
Obviously, going in, I didn’t know what to expect, or at least knew that I shouldn’t expect to never be surprised by what happens. But despite that, I had a general idea of what would likely happen. It didn’t end up going as I had tentatively planned. For example, I would have thought I’d have some sort of full-time job by now. Not that I’m complaining, things happened they way they did and at this point all I can do is just push onward and hope it doesn’t take another year for that to happen.
I always tell myself this when dwelling on the unemployment thing, but it’s not like I haven’t had ANY work, and it’s not like I haven’t brought in ANY income. It’s just been a struggle on both ends. I’ve settled into a freelancer/intern situation that has given me a couple outlets for creative expression through the art of editing, and while neither of these ventures are salaried positions, I’ve been content with the opportunity to acquire skills that will hopefully help secure a similar but full-time job. But I can’t ignore my lesson learned from the previous paragraph – it may not happen at all like I hope or think it will.
What I can look forward to is continuing to ride this wave that’s been ebbing and flowing through all of 2009, into 2010. With a year under my belt, I know that there will be dry spells, there will be busy spells, and I know how to better deal with both the highs and the lows. Maybe this year the highs will be higher and the lows may be lower. I can only expect to be surprised by how unexpectedly things may go. I know what I want to accomplish – finding that full-time job, seeing through the projects I started last year, get back into writing, take improv classes, to name a few. Even with those goals thought out, who knows what will happen?
Our seventh and final day on the trip took us on a quick detour through Nevada. Nothing could top the Canyon from yesterday, but the man-made sites of Hoover Dam and Las Vegas almost wowed me in a completely different way. Two vastly different spectacles of human construction and architecture, the Hoover Dam and Las Vegas are worlds apart, yet only about 45 minutes apart.
Coming from Arizona, we drove over the Hoover Dam, which happens to be the line between Mountain Time and Pacific Time. The traffic across the bridge is a bit heavy, as there’s a security check point and the cars have to move almost slow enough to turn back time, if the time zone switch didn’t take care of that already.
Once we got to the dam, we appeased the historians in us and took advantage of the $15 visitor center fee to learn some interesting things about the dam’s origins and construction. I won’t bore you with those details, let’s just say it’s amazing how impressive a structure it is considering the era it was made, and considering how much it positively affected a struggling economy. (see: the Great Depression)
Attempting to do it justice with regard to it’s massiveness, here’s a good picture from the visitor center. It’s too big to get a wide shot of, but this is the widest I could get.
You can see some pedestrians walking across the bridge on the top giving some aspect of a scale.
After witnessing this man-made masterpiece, we drove down to Vegas to witness some other artificial spectacles in the middle of the desert. What other place could you see a Castle, a Pyramid, the Statue of Liberty and the Eiffel Tower within the same half mile of each other that’s not a video game?
We didn’t spend much time in Vegas, just a few hours of touristy sightseeing. We’re not big gamblers us Glasses. I had never been there, and I just wanted to see what it was all about. It was different but as outrageous as I was expecting, and eventually I’ll come back for more traditional Vegas outing.
After doing the crash course on the Vegas Strip scenery, we made the 4 1/2 hour drive to Los Angeles, our final destination on the road trip, and my future city of residence.
In Barstow, we caught back up with the old Route 66, and I almost bought out the store’s worth of memorabilia, but decided against it, tired from a week of driving, and wanting to finally get settled into my new life.
So that’s the end of the trip. We sat at the bar in the hotel on Friday night, amazed that we came so far, survived an iced storm, didn’t fall off either the Grand Canyon or the Hoover dam, and left lost Vegas only having lost the money we spent on a meal and the pointless “check out the back of this hotel” tram rides. This is definitely the kind of trip one never forgets, and luckily I have the pictures and now the hilariously insightful blog posts to help remind me.
Look for a longer reflection sometime late Sunday night, I’ll pour my soul out on what the road trip meant to me, and how I feel about the past year of my life. It will be heavy stuff, get your tissues ready.
I leave you with one final bonus picture, an “after” picture of what a week’s worth of driving cross-country will do to a brand new Honda Civic.
Relax, it did get washed.
Day Six was a great day for sightseeing. As I hinted at yesterday, we went to one of, if not the most spectacular natural occurrences the nation has to offer. I was completely amazed, took about a thousand pictures, and was overwhelmed by the vastness and beauty of it. More on this later.
I should really say “Big Holes in the Ground, Arizona” as my title, because before seeing the Grand Canyon today, we stopped off at the Meteor Crater, a few miles off of I-40. The crater was created well before humans were around, and while it isn’t big enough to be the one that killed off the dinosaurs, it was quite large – almost a mile across and 550 feet deep. Obviously, there’s a visitor center with a museum and gift shop, but being able to walk up to the rim and look down into it was pretty great. In addition, at the highest point of the visitor’s walkway, you can get a great panoramic view of the entire area around the crater, which really isn’t much as it’s in the middle of the Arizona desert, but was peaceful and beautiful nonetheless. Here’s a bonus video of the panorama around the crater:
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Onto the Canyon. As I said, I was floored by the natural beauty of this place. I really didn’t know what to expect except that it was large canyon. It was bigger than I expected, it was more beautiful than I expected, and it was even more peaceful than I expected.
There were so many pictures to choose from, (and I have even more from when my family came back in July), but here’s a good example of what amazed me about the whole scene –
This picture is a good example of the vastness of the scenery, as it includes a tree in the foreground for perspective. One good thing to note is how much the canyon itself looks like a painting – the rims at points are several miles apart, and like in this picture, depending on where you look it’s too big to even resemble a conventional canyon.
I really still can’t fully explain my feelings toward the Canyon. That’s why I took so many pictures, every visual was worth keeping to me, and while a picture doesn’t do it justice, it’s a great reminder of the initial amazement I felt upon first glimpses at these formations.
Tomorrow was our final day on the trip, where we sneak up to Las Vegas for a few hours before going down to our final destination of the City of Angels.
Day Five saw much better weather, which allowed us to clear our way out of the large state of Texas. We eventually caught back up with 1-40 in a town called Santa Rosa, which happened to be our first run in with the famed Route 66, which ran from Chicago to Los Angeles, and was long considered “The Mother Road” for cross-country travelers. Since 1984 the route itself is no longer a nationally commissioned highway, and many parts of the original roadway no longer exist.
But fortunately for many fledgling Route 66 historians, like myself throughout the remainder of this trip, many of the businesses and tourist traps that lined the route are still in existence today.
1-40 follows most of the old route through the South/Mid West, from Arizona to Oklahoma, and many parts of 1-40 have business loops that go through the town centers, instead of around them as many of the interstate highways do. A good portion of those “Business-40” loops were once Route 66, so we took some detours to view old diners and shops like this one above.
After Santa Rosa, we drove up to Sante Fe, which is the oldest city in America, dating back to the Pueblo Nation in the 11th and 12th centuries. There were some cool, old-looking buildings there, including the nation’s oldest Church, and oldest house.
While the drive up was a bit boring – a hilly road off of I-40, the ride down was fantastic. It was around sunset, and as we drove down the mountain where Sante Fe perches, and through Albequerque to get back on the interstate, we were facing a great sunset. Here’s a bonus picture, free of charge –
Our final destination on Day Five was another city on the old Route 66 – Gallup, New Mexico. We went for some real Mexican food, and then did a little exploring through the city’s main street, which was once part of the route.
Tomorrow we follow the old path of Route 66 into Arizona, and I finally get to see one of the country’s biggest and most amazing natural phenomenon. If you can’t tell what I’m hinting at, just come back and find out. Even if you know what I’m talking about, come back and read about it.