Monday, June 13, 2005

History Lesson: Part Deux

It took a while, but I have been busy making headlines, so my next post would be more exciting. I'm excited to tell everyone about my new ventures, but I fear that my motives won't make sense until I finish the history lesson.

So, my excuse to not live in Philly. Well, my roommate and friends had just got back from Jamaica, and told their elaborate story of laying on the beach, drinking, swimming, eating and not making their beds. I was especially interested to know that some of them took advantage of the windsurfing lessons offered. The windsurfing remark completely boggled my mind. I went to Philadelphia as a windsurfing enthusiast, and completely lost touch with all watersport activities. I'm a certified windsurfing and sailing instructor, and I won all kinds of stuff that windsurfing schools like, so why I was in Philadelphia, where the largest watersport is rowing (I rowed one year, never touched the water once) is beyond me. It turned out that I won one of the essay writing contests. I won the chance to meet the Bangles, my favorite band. I was in awe the entire trip, and didn't tell anyone, because I didn't believe it, myself. On a side note, I often feel that people think I lie a lot, because I plan out ten paths for myself, and I end up going down only one at a time. So, when I say, "I'm gonna start a t-shirt designing business" or "I'm going to business school," in the back of my mind I was also planning the path I'm taking now. Something as grandious as meeting the Bangles could only be believed by those who trust me and know my character, so my California trip was known by few people. I brought my screenplay with me, because my advisor helped me pay for the trip, and he wanted me to take advantage of my connection. When I was there, I met a screenwriter, Charlie--someone, who actually makes a living writing screenplays. He gladly accepted my screenplay into his hands and said he'd comment on it. I didn't have to attempt to be outgoing or anything. He gave me some serious advice to get into the field. He said I have to live by three rules. 1. Move to L.A. 2. Meet and make as many contacts as possible, whether you think they are useful or not and 3. Sleep with as many women as possible. That last one caught me off guard too, though I wouldn't put it past me. However, I walked away with enough helpful information, and enough inspiration to come back to Philly, with a plan. So I set out applying to every windsurfing program in California. Cali may be three hours behind, but it took about three weeks for them to get back to me. By that point I had given up, and sold my soul to Community Boating in Boston, once again. I grew up in this program, and made a lot of connections so I made a contact list of everyone I knew in the media, in Boston. Most of my connections were parents of Juniors at Community Boating. Then I decided that I would write a screenplay in my off time and use my connections to submit it to WGBH. The screenplay is a TV pilot about a child of the 60s, who looks back on his life and recalls the great moments that end up in dissapointment. The content is tailored for Public Television, so we'll see where that takes me. You'll hear about that toward the end of the summer. Okay, so I'm at PAR now. My next entry will be about the present tense. Until then, cheers!