Once upon a time back in the sixties, I was lucky enough to work on a camera crew for a man named Manny Conde. Manny had a career in Cuba before the revolution, and then came to Florida to live. We were doing some terrible little movie in Miami with the worst lunches I ever ate. On the third day when lunchtime rolled around and the same crap was served. Manny gathered the crew then said to the producer “we’re going to lunch. We’ll be back to work on your movie when we’re done.” And then we all got in cars and drove to a Cuban restaurant and ate a great meal and drank Cuban coffee and smoked little Cuban cigars and then we went back to work. The food was much better the next day.
Ha — great story! Sometimes you’ve just gotta take a stand and make it stick, and that’s when you need a leader like Manny … or even the Screaming Cameraman.
Yes indeed, those little things add up. And not a damn gluten, sugar, fat or cholesterol - free doughnut in site! We all needed a reminder that the 3 most dangerous things on the planet to stay away from, are, Sharks, Politicians and Nutter Butters. In one's older years of wisdom and experience (thanks to 'Crafty' in your case- evil as they are) one can learn that food is either medicine or poison. But give me carrot cake... I don't care ~
When I saw my first craft services table, I thought that working on set somehow neutralized the calories. It only dawned on me gradually that there was no magical calorie-destroyer covering the offerings at crafty, and that the normal dietary laws still applied. What a disappointment!
Yeah, I think we all labored under that delusion for longer than any of us should have — but as the saying goes: “The road to the palace of wisdom is paved with excess,” and I imagine most of us drove a long way down that road.
OMG! my guy Sailor Steve has yet to vanquish his passion for Nutter Budders? Butters? They still sell those things for a dollar at the same station he tends to his other addictions. Well done MT! I'll link an anchor story for you next week that got published in a cruising rag.
Maybe they were Budders … I don’t recall — but I sure loved ‘em. I haven’t dived since those ten days in Cozumel back in 1984. Shortly after that, I finally caught a wave of work (free-lance, of course) that carried me long and far enough to put a down payment on a shack in the woods. But paying the 11% mortgage on a house 400 miles from where I worked (while renting an apartment) meant I had to work as much as possible, so that Cozumel trip turned out to be the one and only vacation I ever took in 40 years of labor.
Looking back, that was kind of stupid, but now that shack in the woods is my home rather than a cardboard condo under the Spring Street Bridge on the concrete banks of the LA river. We all make our choices in life, then live with them, for better or worse.
Seems like good planning to me Michael. I just finished the book I was working on and one of the lines throughout is that we all 'make choices and take chances...' J
Once again, a loud "Amen" to that. My go-to mantra after dumping 30lbs (2 sandbags!) as I stretch out my hand for that 'snack' is- "Is this a stomach hunger? Or a brain hunger?" Most of the time, it works. There are 2 main things that drive me to graze, stress and boredom. As we know, those are the 2 states that dominate the day on a set. Hence the success of craft service. Having retired, there is less of both states, but years of brain-training leave echoes of the search for the biggest doughnut lurking around the mental corner. Curiously, there is a positive to my short term memory loss- if I put everything but basic food out of sight, I tend to forget that it exists. Also a frequent reminder to self that eating healthy food, if you overdo it, will also pile on the pounds, as our brains seem to know when enough is enough and convert that healthy excess food to hips and thigh building blocks.
Sprinkles. Always the sprinkles. Forever and ever..
Once upon a time back in the sixties, I was lucky enough to work on a camera crew for a man named Manny Conde. Manny had a career in Cuba before the revolution, and then came to Florida to live. We were doing some terrible little movie in Miami with the worst lunches I ever ate. On the third day when lunchtime rolled around and the same crap was served. Manny gathered the crew then said to the producer “we’re going to lunch. We’ll be back to work on your movie when we’re done.” And then we all got in cars and drove to a Cuban restaurant and ate a great meal and drank Cuban coffee and smoked little Cuban cigars and then we went back to work. The food was much better the next day.
Ha — great story! Sometimes you’ve just gotta take a stand and make it stick, and that’s when you need a leader like Manny … or even the Screaming Cameraman.
Yes indeed, those little things add up. And not a damn gluten, sugar, fat or cholesterol - free doughnut in site! We all needed a reminder that the 3 most dangerous things on the planet to stay away from, are, Sharks, Politicians and Nutter Butters. In one's older years of wisdom and experience (thanks to 'Crafty' in your case- evil as they are) one can learn that food is either medicine or poison. But give me carrot cake... I don't care ~
When I saw my first craft services table, I thought that working on set somehow neutralized the calories. It only dawned on me gradually that there was no magical calorie-destroyer covering the offerings at crafty, and that the normal dietary laws still applied. What a disappointment!
Yeah, I think we all labored under that delusion for longer than any of us should have — but as the saying goes: “The road to the palace of wisdom is paved with excess,” and I imagine most of us drove a long way down that road.
I sure as hell did.
OMG! my guy Sailor Steve has yet to vanquish his passion for Nutter Budders? Butters? They still sell those things for a dollar at the same station he tends to his other addictions. Well done MT! I'll link an anchor story for you next week that got published in a cruising rag.
Do you still dive?
Maybe they were Budders … I don’t recall — but I sure loved ‘em. I haven’t dived since those ten days in Cozumel back in 1984. Shortly after that, I finally caught a wave of work (free-lance, of course) that carried me long and far enough to put a down payment on a shack in the woods. But paying the 11% mortgage on a house 400 miles from where I worked (while renting an apartment) meant I had to work as much as possible, so that Cozumel trip turned out to be the one and only vacation I ever took in 40 years of labor.
Looking back, that was kind of stupid, but now that shack in the woods is my home rather than a cardboard condo under the Spring Street Bridge on the concrete banks of the LA river. We all make our choices in life, then live with them, for better or worse.
Seems like good planning to me Michael. I just finished the book I was working on and one of the lines throughout is that we all 'make choices and take chances...' J
Congratulations on finishing the book!
Once again, a loud "Amen" to that. My go-to mantra after dumping 30lbs (2 sandbags!) as I stretch out my hand for that 'snack' is- "Is this a stomach hunger? Or a brain hunger?" Most of the time, it works. There are 2 main things that drive me to graze, stress and boredom. As we know, those are the 2 states that dominate the day on a set. Hence the success of craft service. Having retired, there is less of both states, but years of brain-training leave echoes of the search for the biggest doughnut lurking around the mental corner. Curiously, there is a positive to my short term memory loss- if I put everything but basic food out of sight, I tend to forget that it exists. Also a frequent reminder to self that eating healthy food, if you overdo it, will also pile on the pounds, as our brains seem to know when enough is enough and convert that healthy excess food to hips and thigh building blocks.