As much as I loved being in Bulgaria, it's also good to be back home with the kids.
After a few days of jetlag and feeling generally crappy, I'm now feeling good again. I'm sure I can still use more rest, and there's no substitute for chilling with the kids, who (via the Boomerang channel) are allowing me to relive some of my Saturday morning favorites.
Vintage Saturday mornings are cool, despite the realization that the not all the shows are as cool as you remember. Still fun.
Not all my favs seem to be on Boomerang, but I'm holding out hope for these...
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
back
I am back, but not so much.
Bulgaria was great. So great.
I have little to say right now. My alarm is set to go off in just an hour, and I've been unable to sleep. When the lights go off, I'm in Bulgaria, but not.
I have a million things I want to write - recipes, poems, a training program, a screenplay, a nutrition plan, a novel, and almost a million blog posts. I don't write poems, so we are all lucky. I live in L.A., so you know I've already written screenplays, so why write more? The novel isn't real, or even an idea, it's the idea that writing a novel is needed, that's all. The other things will come. I am inspired, but all I can do is make lists, because everything seems so small right now. The lists will tell me what to write when I come out of this haze. Things will seem to scale again.
I'm being self-indulgent. Everyone should know how miserable I am. My friends should know it, but why leave that to chance?
Right now, all I know is that 6,000 miles away, she's sleeping when I'm awake. When my lights go off and I go to bed, I'm not talking to her because I have to get up early tomorrow, and she goes off to work.
My best friend is 10k kilometers away, and she's the one I most need to run to when this stuff happens.
When people come back from thier European vacations, they ask thier friends to join them for a coffee at Starbucks, sharing their pictures and stories over little espressos, while their friends have drip. They might pull out a pack of almost full cigarettes no one's heard of, then roll their eyes that they can't smoke indoors here. They'll accidentally say "merci" instead of "thank you" when the waitress brings the bill, as I did at The Counter, just yesterday, actually.
These people love something or someone, but this is what they have now. This is where they are. They would easily give up our wonderfully hot American coffee, smoke free dining, and thier native tongue and the ease of ordering that goes with it for another day in that city with those friends, or that man, or that woman, or that Great Love. Endulge them. They are going through thier own Shakespear, Cassablanca, or Roman Holiday right now, and the story isn't over.
Bulgaria was great. So great.
I have little to say right now. My alarm is set to go off in just an hour, and I've been unable to sleep. When the lights go off, I'm in Bulgaria, but not.
I have a million things I want to write - recipes, poems, a training program, a screenplay, a nutrition plan, a novel, and almost a million blog posts. I don't write poems, so we are all lucky. I live in L.A., so you know I've already written screenplays, so why write more? The novel isn't real, or even an idea, it's the idea that writing a novel is needed, that's all. The other things will come. I am inspired, but all I can do is make lists, because everything seems so small right now. The lists will tell me what to write when I come out of this haze. Things will seem to scale again.
I'm being self-indulgent. Everyone should know how miserable I am. My friends should know it, but why leave that to chance?
Right now, all I know is that 6,000 miles away, she's sleeping when I'm awake. When my lights go off and I go to bed, I'm not talking to her because I have to get up early tomorrow, and she goes off to work.
My best friend is 10k kilometers away, and she's the one I most need to run to when this stuff happens.
When people come back from thier European vacations, they ask thier friends to join them for a coffee at Starbucks, sharing their pictures and stories over little espressos, while their friends have drip. They might pull out a pack of almost full cigarettes no one's heard of, then roll their eyes that they can't smoke indoors here. They'll accidentally say "merci" instead of "thank you" when the waitress brings the bill, as I did at The Counter, just yesterday, actually.
These people love something or someone, but this is what they have now. This is where they are. They would easily give up our wonderfully hot American coffee, smoke free dining, and thier native tongue and the ease of ordering that goes with it for another day in that city with those friends, or that man, or that woman, or that Great Love. Endulge them. They are going through thier own Shakespear, Cassablanca, or Roman Holiday right now, and the story isn't over.
Friday, July 16, 2010
What are we gonna do?
This phrase has special meaning in Bulgaria, and is somewhat untranslatable. Gal tells her friends that I answer with "about what?" and they all have a big laugh.
The typical situation...
Her - "What are we gonna do?"
Me - "About what?"
Her - *long pause/blank stare*
Her - "About the situation."
Me - "What situation?"
Her - "The one in which we find ourselves."
Me - *blank stare*
Her - "right now."
Me - "I love you."
Her - *blank stare*
...and we move on.
Apparently, as I'm only now just learning, after almost two years, "What are we gonna do?" is really an invitation to "Take care of the situation." Noted.
Here are some pictures around Sofia. As you can see, it's beautiful.
The typical situation...
Her - "What are we gonna do?"
Me - "About what?"
Her - *long pause/blank stare*
Her - "About the situation."
Me - "What situation?"
Her - "The one in which we find ourselves."
Me - *blank stare*
Her - "right now."
Me - "I love you."
Her - *blank stare*
...and we move on.
Apparently, as I'm only now just learning, after almost two years, "What are we gonna do?" is really an invitation to "Take care of the situation." Noted.
Here are some pictures around Sofia. As you can see, it's beautiful.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
In Bulgaria
Many of you know that I'm on a vacation in Bulgaria. I got here on Saturday and have had a wonderful time, so far. Eating, hiking, visiting, and checking this place out.
I'm sure I'll have much to say at some point, but for now, I'll leave you with some pictures and this little blah-blah-blah.
Having gone out on my own to buy cheese, I see how foreigners to America have a problem. I was able to find the cheese, but I really only know it's cheese from the picture. Although I sort of memorized what to say, the cashier said something so random and off script, that it wiped my memory clear, and all I could do was hand her money and look pretty. She asked me something else and I smiled and said "I don't speak Bulgarian," to which she laughed and handed me change. I said "merci" and left with my cheese and change. It was exhausting and humbling.
Picture time! No theme, just pics. Enjoy.
One more little thing. I'll also say that sometimes the bathrooms don't have pictures for male and female, and since the letters are Cyrillic, I'm screwed and have to ask someone for help, assuming they speak English. Once your inside, safely, you might find this.
omg. Luckily (which is really hard to say), it's a unisex in this case...
I'm sure I'll have much to say at some point, but for now, I'll leave you with some pictures and this little blah-blah-blah.
Having gone out on my own to buy cheese, I see how foreigners to America have a problem. I was able to find the cheese, but I really only know it's cheese from the picture. Although I sort of memorized what to say, the cashier said something so random and off script, that it wiped my memory clear, and all I could do was hand her money and look pretty. She asked me something else and I smiled and said "I don't speak Bulgarian," to which she laughed and handed me change. I said "merci" and left with my cheese and change. It was exhausting and humbling.
Picture time! No theme, just pics. Enjoy.
One more little thing. I'll also say that sometimes the bathrooms don't have pictures for male and female, and since the letters are Cyrillic, I'm screwed and have to ask someone for help, assuming they speak English. Once your inside, safely, you might find this.
omg. Luckily (which is really hard to say), it's a unisex in this case...
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