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I am an American citizen

I came into this world half-French and half-British, so it’s only natural that I go through my Historical evolution and finally become an American.

My path to being able to live and work in the US has been well-documented.
Long-time readers of TV Calling will remember that I chronicled in 2008 and 2009 my long journey to getting my green card–after having won it at the DV “Diversity” Lottery.

“Frenglish” was how I described myself in the very first post of this website.
Today, I became Frenglican.
(What a mouthful.)

After a six-month process that began in late 2015, the final step towards citizenship occurred this morning with my US Naturalization Oath Ceremony.
The letter instructed me to show up at the Los Angeles Convention Center at 8AM. We were quickly ushered into a security area which led to a giant hall.

Empty Naturalization Hall

It all took place in the same location where, barely a month ago, I was lining up to get my WonderCon professional badge.
Speaking of, the line for registration here was much faster than con registration–despite about 3,000 people checking in at the same time.

Another fun fact: the convention hall was temporarily classified as a court, so that the judge presiding the ceremony could legally swear us into becoming ‘mericans.

Naturalization Document Line

After documents were taken care of, and we were handed a flag to wave, we took our seats (waiting for all 3,000+ people to be present and accounted for).

The judge was brought up. He made us rise and take the oath.
We sat back down as Americans.

Judge Naturalization Ceremony

Multiple speeches followed.
We were informed over 3,000 people were becoming citizens, with the top five countries represented being (in order): 1) Mexico, 2) Philippines, 3) Iran, 4) China, and 5) El Salvador.

Naturalization Speeches

Then we got treated to a special cameo by President Obama. Pre-taped.

Obama Naturalization Speech

This was trailed by the most American music video rendition of America the Beautiful.
The ceremony concluded with the Pledge of Allegiance, and a singing of the national anthem.

Finally, it was time to get our naturalization certificates.
Almost eight years after feverishly applying for it, and six years after obtaining it, I gave away my Green Card… In exchange for the certificate.

My first action as a US citizen: register to vote.
My second action: a road-trip to the social security office. Gotta change that status.

California Voter Registration Application

It’s interesting to notice how my professional aspirations have extended into clearly personal ones.
This civic journey is years the making–much like my journey into television writing.

So, why exactly did I become an American citizen?
Simply put: voting rights.

I’ve been dealing with taxation without representation since I moved to California.
Yes, technically I’m represented in the House of Representatives and the Senate… but I didn’t have a say, even in local issues and propositions.
If I had kids, I wouldn’t have been able to vote in their school board election.

The right of (legal) immigrants to vote in the US has been a contentious issue throughout the last century.
(You know it’s true because even Wikipedia says so.)
Although non-citizens are forbidden from voting in federal elections (which can be understandable), I contend they (AKA me before today) should be allowed to vote in state, municipal and local elections.

The Constitution itself does not grant the right of vote. Instead, amendments have been ratified to limit who could and couldn’t vote in certain places. And only federal elections are defined in those amendments.

You can read more about this in Josh Blackman’s post on the 2013 NYC attempt to bring non-citizens into the voting booth, as well as Derek Muller’s legal article on the subject:

Alien suffrage was quite common during the nineteenth century, coming to a peak in 1875 when twenty-two states and territories granted aliens the right to vote. That ended in the 1920s, at which point all states required citizenship as a condition to voter eligibility.
Today, every state prohibits noncitizens from voting in federal elections. Federal law, too, prohibits aliens from voting in federal elections.
There are, however, jurisdictions that allow, or seek to allow, noncitizens to vote in local elections. And as resident aliens have a significant interest in the locales where they reside, and are subject to other political obligations like taxation, there have been particularly strong arguments in favor of extending suffrage to at least a set of them.

I can only wish that the next voting rights battle is fought for legal residents. Perhaps even escalating the case to a Supreme Court so State and local elections can finally be available to all those paying taxes and permanently residing here.

Unfortunately, I doubt we’ll see a legal immigrant fighting for her/his rights to vote in the near future.
Whomever would care that much about their voting right would probably also aspire to become a citizen–and wouldn’t want to tarnish their record by suing any form of government.

In the meantime, I hope you didn’t tune out from this post a third way in.

I wouldn’t blame you. This post isn’t directly related to television. Or writing.
Maybe you reject the binary American political construct (I guess).
Maybe you don’t care about voting (why?).
Maybe you don’t enjoy reading (huh).

But, as (probably) a fellow writer, I think you can appreciate, and be a part of, this (necessary) involvement in our ongoing cultural/civic conversation about who will make America–
Its Americans.

I know I am.

5 years in Hollywood (and the USA)!

Today marks my official 5-year anniversary of living in Los Angeles. Hollywood. La la land. The city of broken dreams.

Five years ago (August 6, 2010), I moved out to LA from France not only without a car, but without a driver’s license. Or friends. After all, I’m a foreigner!

The first six months without a car were not great. And not just because “it’s LA” or because I didn’t know anyone.

Like many people, my first apartment–or sublet in this case–was horrid.
It was supposed to be furnished. When I got the place, I finally realized that, yes, there was a bed, a fridge, a stove…but that was it.
No sheets. No pillows. No utensils. No nothing.
Within the first 48 hours, I had to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond to buy a ton of basic stuff I probably didn’t need, and then lugged it all the way back to to my place across town. In a bus. It was ridiculous.

As it turned out, the previous tenant also forgot to mention she had a certain moth infestation going in her closets.
Most of the clothes I had brought with me were destroyed within the first three months. Lovely.

Why am I telling this story now?

Well, for one thing– Holy shit! 2010 was FIVE YEARS AGO!

More importantly, I wrote about it during my very first update on my life in LA. Thinking about it again today made me ponder about how fleeting things are. More specifically, the famous adage that “life is what happens while we’re making other plans.” The good, and certainly the bad.
I didn’t expect the crap that I got. No one was there to drive me around and do my bidding (still no words on that last one). But I survived. I made it through. (Sort of.)

You can make due with what you have right now, but you still need to keep pushing forward.

Five years on, I’m still trudging my way through this town and the beast that is the entertainment industry. Cracking doors, knocking pavements, or something else that sounds like doing work.

Let me ask you something trite: where do you see yourself in five years?
Or how about: Where DID you see yourself in five years?

Nina Bargiel recently wrote a Medium article that caught my attention.
What hit home for me was this little bit:

There is an arbitrary line in the sand that we give ourselves:
By [age] I will have figured out [giant, important thing.
By 26 I will have figured out my career.
By 32 I will have figured out my love life.
By 41 I will have figured out my health.
This is a mathematical equation that is near-impossible to solve. Because all of the big stuff: work, love, health, involves hard work, yes, but it also needs a little bit of luck to make it through.

That impossible mathematical equation on life is something I’m still struggling with.
However many years later, I’m still getting used to the fact that, no, life isn’t a checklist with expiration dates attached to it.

We drive ourselves insane by setting arbitrary goals in the hopes of getting a packaged, predetermined life.
Yes, it’s nice to have aspirations and targets, but part of the journey (at least mine) is realizing not everything can be “controlled”, “scheduled”, “figured out”, or, you guessed it, “planned out”.

Life isn’t a biopic, or an autobiography, or a three-act structure, or a climactic hero’s journey.
As Opus once said: Life is life.

Five years strong. Let’s keep it going.
Here’s the next half-decade, and many more to come!

Seven Years of My Life 101 (or Life of Alex)

And now for something completely different. Or exactly what this is all about.

We’ve seen the evolution of TV Calling’s content (and form). Today, I’ll be talking about, well, me. Alex. The man behind the machine. Or the keyboard.

This site is named A TV Calling for one simple reason: television is my calling. I created this website to chronicle my own journey into the TV writing business.
I used to talk daily on this site. After all, it used to be a more traditional blog. Fortunately for readers, it evolved into what it is now. (But what is now?)

You can track seven years of my life through this site. I feel old.
When I started A TV Calling in June 2008, I wasn’t even in Los Angeles. Or the US. Or the Americas. I lived in Paris (not the one in Texas).
As I wrote in the very first post of this site:

If all goes to plan in 5-year time I should be in L.A. for good.

700 days later, I had moved from one side of the world to another. I was living in Los Angeles.

For people who are wondering how I got to live and work in the US–I won my green card. In the lottery.
On October 2, 2008, I registered.
On May 28, 2009, I got the white envelope.
On March 13, 2010, I received my Green Card.
Boom.

I explained the entire, lengthy process in “How I got my green card“.
Before I had it, I looked up all my alternative visa options, then listed them in details in two parts: Visa Breakdown (Part One) & Visa Breakdown (Part Two). There’s also the post about the application process for the lottery.

Yes, it was, and still is, fairly off-subject with the whole TV writing business thing. But I’ve had a couple people request direct links to these.
And we’re talking about my life here!

I get to be a little off-topic at times. A lot of the times.

There’s that time I mentioned I had a Furby.
There’s that time I had issues with one of my hard-drives. And that time I had HDD troubles yet again.
There’s that time I posted a photo of Waldo.
There’s that time I posted a photo of my suitcase.

It’s relevant!

Oh, in June 2009, I chronicled my ten days at the Cannes Film Festival, or as I put it: “How I Survived the 62nd Cannes Film Festival”. There was just so much to say (and show), that I did it in three parts:
Episode I: The Sleep Deprivation Menace (Thursday, May 14 to Sunday, May 17 2009)
Episode II: Attack of the Celebrities (Monday, May 18 to Wednesday, May 20 2009)
Episode III: Revenge of the Films (Thursday, May 21 to Sunday, May 24 2009).

On September 2009, after the Fringe bashing I mentioned yesterday, it was officially reveled that I am an asshole.
It’s always a good laugh to read flaming comments, so here it is for the seven year anniversary:

If you honestly think that your stupid post will steer people away from watching Fringe, YOU ARE SADLY MISTAKEN! Grow up, asshole!

Touché?

In August 2010, I moved to Los Angeles (meaning I’ll celebrate my five-year move this year).
Incidentally, it was then that I cut back on the personal meanderings.
Maybe I should get back to that at some point.

Several of the Scribosphere Carnival topics were related to my own processes. One was about my TV writing workflow:

Unlike some writers, I actually prefer to write in the comfort of my own home instead of going out to a coffee shop (and spend $5 on a latte).
With that said, I like to create an appropriate “space” for the magic to happen. Even if my desktop is in the bedroom, I will try to physically separate the “writing workspace” from where I sleep by moving stuff over to the living room.

Another (lengthier) one was about criticism: how to give it, how to take it, how to get it. Did that sound dirty?
And the very first Scribosphere Carnival was a time-capsule from 2013 for the year 2014. I was hoping to nab a writer’s assistant position by then. Things didn’t work in my favor. Alas.

So. Seven years later. Where am I? Who am I? What am I?
Existential questions we won’t get the answer to.
But one thing’s for sure: life is hard. And that’s that.

Looking back at seven years’ worth of personal content makes me almost teary-eyed. Or my allergies are acting up again.
I hope to continue aimlessly writing about my journey on this big ball of dirt hurling through space.

Let’s conclude with one of my favorite quotes, and the one thing summarizing everything we’ve seen up to this point: “Never give up, never surrender.”

By Grabthar’s hammer, what a site!