<< Rewinding.

A few months ago, I was in the middle of writing an essay...and just stuck.  My thoughts were jumbled and my words seemed to dislike each other.  To extinguish my snowballing frustration, I threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and went on facebook.  Surely faux butter and baby pictures would amuse me.

It was that afternoon when I first heard Ira Glass say the words below.  I semi-listened, but was distracted by my gums being kernel-stabbed.  I listened again.  It registered.  Then again.  It clicked.  Bookmarked. 

 

Years ago, I remember seeing clips of Mario Batali's very first takes filming on camera...(I can't find them anywhere online!)

He was horrendous.  Nervous, twitchy, paralyzed cheeks.  I remember thinking two things:

1) Wow, even a guy who knows exactly what he's doing is bad.  
2) He's so breezy on camera now!   

Cooking for camera is difficult.  So unnatural.  Even if chopping an onion is second nature, you basically have to drop every ergonomic nuance of what you've spent years developing.

Spoons are in clumsy places.  You have to stir in dainty strokes so nothing spills over.  Bowls need to be handled quietly.  All while remembering to smile.

 

To address speaking to the camera as you would to your family or friends... yeah right.  Conversational jargon is different because you probably speak faster, don't annunciate, use fatty filler words and sometimes maybe say something inappropriate.  Those don't make the cut.

Here's one from my third set:

To see the ones from my first two series (20 of them!), you'll just have to search.  Hopefully one day I can pay to have them buried, just as I suspect Batali has.