By Adam Lupsha, Visual Effects Editor
When I adapt Tony\’s life into a screenplay it will be titled: \”If You Are What You Eat, I\’m Mostly Testicles, The Tony Bourdain Chronicles.\” I can\’t decide if the lead should be Johnny Depp or God (as played by Liam Neeson). I love my job, AND there\’s Tony Bourdain!
It\’s Thursday morning and as usual I\’m eating my bacon, egg and cheese sandwich from the grub cart just above the subway (rubbery bacon: curiously decadent). As I sit at my desk, working on another whiz-bang special effect (like Tony eating a hotdog Matrix style), Tony comes in to talk about Washington D.C. and Labor Day. I think. It was either the show he was talking about or egg sandwiches. I was really enjoying that sandwich.
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By Rennik Soholt, producer
So I have this damn phone stuck to my face …
\”You can\’t shoot THAT!\” says our government minder.
\”What?\” I ask, through my phone.
With a dirty-toothed smile, \”That, um, food cart. There are many places that are much nicer. Wouldn\’t you rather shoot there?\”
\”Where?\” I ask with a pleasant, but deeply evil smile on my face, knowing this game like the back of my hand.
\”Um\” the minder sputters \”anywhere but HERE. I was told…\”
My mind starts wandering to other essentials as I look at the obviously fearful look on my poor, ABNR-virgin, cameraman\’s face. I squint, look bored, half smile and reassuredly, but ever-so-slightly, nod. Wink to Tracey. Street scene on. Ba-bang.
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By Emily Mraz, Segment Producer
It is easy to recall the day I learned that I would be one of the segment producers for \”No Reservations, \”I was ecstatic. What an amazing adventure! My imagination ran wild with the places we would travel, the people we\’d meet, and the food … Oh crap, the food. What was I going to do? How could I tell Anthony Bourdain, vegetarian loather, that his new segment producer had never eaten pork or any sort of red meat in her entire life? My conclusion, I couldn\’t. My food flaw was a serious offense and would have to be kept top-secret for three meals a day. Continue reading: I Ham, Who I Ham »
by Jared Andrukanis, Segment Producer
It starts to get strange at hour six of driving.
First to go are the cluster of muscles in your neck. It begins as a subtle stiffness, and then, before you know it, your head is locked in a forward position. To turn and look at the side mirror becomes a full body motion. Speaking of the side mirror, the gaff tape we used to keep it from lolling uselessly forward above 50mph is flapping wildly as we rocket down TX-287 South.
Hour seven brings the lower back cramping. This is most likely from wrenching your body around in the seat to look out the broken side mirror. There is no real way to fix this you just have to deal with it. I toss four Advil in my mouth like candy and wash them down with an entire can of some sort of Red Bull clone. I hope the inevitable stiffness will not be too crippling tomorrow.
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