Mornings and Things, updated

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In March 2015, I was a newly married man, teaching Theatre part-time at an international school, and finishing up my academic courses as a graduate student in literature. One of the requirements of my final course was a “short” 8-page-minimum creative non-fiction piece.

What I ended up submitting is one of the funnest things that I’ve ever written. It was a playful way of indulging in my love for things—sometimes expensive, often beautiful, and ultimately trivial material things.  I’ve decided to share the piece with you in its entirety (minus the footnotes, which was basically just information about where to purchase some of the things I write about—very little essential or creative about them). It sounds younger, somewhat raw, and I cringe at some of the parts, but, I guess, it was me then. No use denying it. I’ve also decided to annotate some parts with updates from me now. In some weird way, it reinforces the strangeness and wonderfulness of ephemerality.

I’ll try my best not to try and save face by editing the parts where I cringe. Annotations are in boldface. Highlights within the original text are underlined. Also, consider the piece a State of Hurry up the Cakes Address, since it hits all of the points I usually talk about over here anyway.

So. Here I am, or was, on a weekday in March 2015:

Continue reading “Mornings and Things, updated”

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I did not know I could format my posts as “asides”. This makes me happy.

In other news, I am loving OS X Mountain Lion. Makes my 2010 MacBook Air feel like a well-oiled machine.

Job titles

Over on my Facebook page, I put in “Writer” as my occupation, for Hurry up the Cakes. I got a kick out of it but it never really sat well with me. I am, at most, a person-capable-of-decent-writing, not a writer writer. I just listed myself as one because I always aspired to be one, and I’d get a kick out of pulling one over on new acquaintances. “Oh, so you’re a writer!” Um, yes, kind of! …

But alas, I am not. I can write, but I am not a writer. I am an actor, a teacher, an eater, a fan, a dork. I write in my journals, various notepads, and a website called Hurry up the Cakes.

Anyway, I adjusted my Facebook job title into something that paints a picture that doesn’t make me feel like a fraud. To people I have yet to meet: please adjust your expectations accordingly.

Sincerely,

Mikey Llorin
Producer / Writer / Senior Eater
hurryupthecakes.net

Attention, tributes:

  • The Hunger Games was good, and fun, and exciting, in the same way that wrestling is good, and fun, and exciting. This is a compliment (not a complement). It reminded me of the Royal Rumble, except elimination actually meant death. I can’t wait ’til the next one.
  • I’m talking about the movie, not the book.
  • WrestleMania is five days away. Breathe. Do you smell that? It is in the air. It is WrestleMania season.
  • The new iPad is on its way to Hurry up the Cakes Headquarters–expect my first impressions tomorrow, and, of course, the Hurry up the Cakes review in a few days. If you want to ask anything (anything!) about the 2012 iPad, feel free to drop a line in the comments, the Facebook page, or on Twitter via @mikeyllorin.
  • No food posts in the past few weeks (I know, sorry!), but trust me, it’s not for lack of food. Or eating. Which has been good. So good, in fact, that if I wrote about them, the content might have just consisted of “So good!” and “I’m a happy boy!” again and again and again. And you (the thousands upon thousands of you!) certainly deserve better than that over here on Hurry up the Cakes.

These are the only announcements. Thank you. And may the odds be ever in your favor will you please hurry up the gosh-darned cakes.