HumilityOctober 29th, 2007
Well, well, well… I have been teaching cooking classes here in Toronto, and I guess what irks me the most is just how much I DON’T know about all this stuff I profess to know. Last night, I had a new assistant, a really lovely young woman made of impossibly long limbs and extra-healthy skin who had given up a life as a research scientist in (drumroll) NEURO IMMUNOLOGY to go into Ayurvedic medicine and cooking. WHOAH. ME TOO! How weird is THAT?
But it keeps me humble. Makes me want to crack my macro books again, especially The Book of Macrobiotics, by Michio, which–when I first read it over fifteen years ago–BLEW MY MIND. I think that sometimes I feel like I’m functioning in a vacuum, surrounded by workaholic Canadians, and I forget that the spiral of my fingerprint is a lovely, stubby fractal of The Milky Way.
Maybe I’ve just been too busy shooting movies. You heard me! I have had one line in three different movies this year and I could not be happier. In fact, I am now going to retrieve the lost blog entry I wrote this summer after shooting the first one. MB is all about living one’s dream, and I guess I wish my dream were something a little more highfalutin, like “neuro-immunology” and not “putting on wigs and pretending to be other people”, but hey, you can’t pick yer path.