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Benjamin Briggs on Jeremy Coon

Though I grew up in Texas, going to The University of Texas never occured to me. This was all that I knew of it:

Which made Austin look like four more years of high school to me, and thus absolutely unappealing.

Benjamin Briggs convinced me otherwise. We'd been in theatre together at Berkner, and for some reason I felt compelled to email him one night after an especially gruelling day at Richland Community College. This led to an extended email exchange in which he convinced me that there was more to UT than this:

Though this was a part of it. A mostly avoidable part. So I moved to Austin.

Strange that Benjamin and I didn't make an effort to hang out after all that, but we did run into each other sometimes. One of the most memorable was seeing Benjamin right after his encounter with one of the angry Jesus advocates who so often loiter across the street from the UT campus.

"I just got a haircut, I was walking down the drag, I wasn't even doing anything, and that woman yelled 'Sodomite!' at me," Benjamin recalled. "Well. First of all, I'm not."

I also ran into him on the square in front of the UT tower one day. I don't know what we talked about (it might have involved "The Prisoner"), but I remember that he concluded the conversation by making an O with his index finger and thumb, peering through it, then pulling it off his face and upward. "Be seeing you," he said.

And now Benjamin Briggs has turned his all-seeing eye to that real life equivalent of Number 2, if there ever was one... Jeremy Coon.

Benjamin Briggs: My name is Benjamin Louis Briggs--I was born in Dallas, TX at the City Hospital (because my parents were distrustful of the newfangled Medical City) on October 6, 1978. My bloodtype is AB. I grew up and lived in the same house in Richardson Texas my entire life until I left for university.

During those first 18 years, I was left alone in the house overnight only one time, and since my parents got into a fender-bender and returned by 9:45, I don't even consider it to count. You could say I led a "controlled" childhood. You could also say that I've spent the rest of my life rebelling, or maybe just trying to make up for lost time.

Benjamin: My life philosophy ranged from staunch childhood Methodism through Zen, Deism, Kabbalism (before it was done by pop stars, I am quick to point out), and even Technoshamanism. If I had to try and sum up my beliefs now, I would just say panentheistic, and leave it at that.

BJC: Ugh, Methodism? That's the worst religion! At least your parents bequeathed you the best bloodtype. Benjamin Briggs, the universal receiver! AB is also the type that allows the most varied diet, if you believe in eating right for your type. Which I don't. How do we know each other, then?

Benjamin: We met in high school, and also attended a film series on Fassbinder at the Alamo Drafthouse in downtown Austin, where we both attended UT. Over the years there we ran into one another on various suitably unscripted occasions.

BJC: How have you changed since high school? Any shockers?

Benjamin: Nothing really shocking, per se--I`ve learned to agree to disagree much better than I could in high school. The messiah complex is gone, but the megalomania still remains. I read less often than I used to, but I go out a lot more often. The biggest change is probably that when I was younger, I was angry at such a small group of people--now, my horizons expanded, I can safely say that I feel an intense mistrust and dislike of a much larger range of the population. Oh, and I've learned how to ride a bicycle. And kill a man with a sword and/or blunt wooden object.

BJC: Which you could only have learned in Japan, obviously. Why'd you move there? For the anime?

Benjamin: Yes and no. Meeting Pac-Man was a huge early childhood dream, which still has yet to materialize. I did get a black belt in kendo, though.

BJC: Wow, Kendo. I bet Number Six wishes he knew Kendo. He could have busted his way out of The Village a lot sooner, that's for sure. Thanks for telling me about "The Prisoner," by the way. I eventually did watch it on your recommendation, and now I love that show.

Benjamin: Glad to hear it! I figured that you would enjoy it. You might want to check out his older series, Secret Agent, if you get the chance. Lately I'm all over The Twlight Zone, myself.

BJC: So hilarious when that dude is the last person in the world and is about to read every book ever written, but then breaks his glasses. That really epitomizes the folly of man, wouldn't you say? Guess none of us are above it. What do you think will be different about your life by mid-2007?

Benjamin: With any luck, I'll have a much more functional grasp of Japanese and be accepted for an elementary school teaching position to begin in late 2007. I may also be working on some shorts by then, as I have finally been able to meet some other people with an interest in film production.

BJC: What do you wish will be different but probably won't be?

Benjamin: I wish I could remember to do my laundry in a timely fashion and wash the dishes every day.

BJC: You were one of the biggest fans of "Good-Bye to the Clown," the play I directed senior year. Tell me a little about that.

Benjamin: Well, there were several factors involved there. First, and ironically probably the least important, was the content of the play itself. As a child (and even a teenager) I struggled with an overbearing mother figure, which understandably made the play speak to me on an emotional level. I have also often been accused of retreating into a fantasy world; an accusation I find difficult to fully defend myself against. Peggy's struggle with reality speaks to me on a very personal level.

A second factor which attracted me to your production was the very act of choosing the play. The vast majority of your readers will not recognize the name of Ann Kizer, but if I`m not mistaken, she was less than enthused about your choice. What I enjoyed the most about the production, however, was that it was marked by your totally unique approach. There were very few people in our class, and even in our school, who could block thrust theatre correctly--I felt that you did a fantastic job with it.

But my attraction came from more than just the blocking and the lighting. For people who haven't met you it's difficult to put your outlook into words: that production really seemed to embody your deadpan charm, but with a surrealistic bent which kept it from becoming bogged down in the melodrama of the story. Matter-of-fact, yet in-your-face. I found it extremely entertaining which is, in the end, the most important thing.

BJC: You also really liked the one column I wrote for The Berkner Rampage, in which I called Berker a fascist regime, which ran in the class of '97's last issue. Tell me a little about that.

Benjamin: My reasoning here is slightly more shallow. The suit in your headshot was fantastic. If I'm not mistaken, you actually wore that suit to a banquet. The fact that you were able to get across an opinion which could only be called "subversive" by administrators in such a way as to get it published was also very impressive to me.

BJC: What was your connection to Nick Stevens, Robby Slaughter and
Duncan Gilman?

Benjamin: I hope Nick Stevens will forgive me if I say that I don`t remember him at all, because I don`t. Robby Slaughter I`ve known since elementary school. He was the first person I ever knew to have a computer in his house, and prophetic in the sense that he once told me that everybody would sooner or later. We were in Cub and later Boy Scouts together, as well as many of the same classes in junior high and high school. His interest in theatre in high school and later campus politics at university came as shocks to me at the time, but he pursued both with the same vigor he tackled everything in his life. (It sounds like he's dead, doesn`t it?) I like Robby, despite the fact that I haven't heard from him since I lost his business card after bumping into him on the way home from Vulcan Video sometime in 2002-3.

As for Duncan, I didn't meet him until I was involved in the Berkner Theatre Department. If I remember correctly, I sat next to him during auditions for Cyrano de Bergerac, where we also read at least one scene together. (I remember that he was wearing a sweater. Or that happened later and I imposed the sweater. For reasons I can`t entirely explain, I always think of Duncan wearing a sweater--even in memories that clearly happened during hot weather.)

[Ed's note: I can totally see that. I love Duncan!]

Once the production started, he was one of the only people willing to talk to me, as I was not taking a theatre class, and no doubt stepped on some sensitive toes as a member of the Supporting Cast. He was a member of my high school OM team and also starred in an epic but ill-fated film production I attempted to put together for AP Chemistry (Neil Panchal's hack-and-slash cut was the first time I learned what a crucial role editing plays in a finished film). We also appeared together in a number of productions at Berkner. Perhaps most importantly, he co-directed Line with me--that production would never have happened without him.

BJC: Who were your best friends in high school and what are they doing now?

Benjamin: Well, my best friend was Taylor Ellis. Or C.T. Ellis, as I believe he goes by now. We had a bit of a falling-out during my sophomore year of university, and didn`t see one another again until three or four years ago. Last I heard, he has two girlfriends, one of whom lied about having cancer in an effort to get attention. I think he said he was working in a print shop.

Leslie Hochman went on to study opera, but I have no idea if she made it or not. I like to think that she did. Scott Donovan is the only person I talked to daily at high school whom I still speak to now--he manages a coffee shop and gets into trouble all the time, for which I blame my sinful influence--he was, to his credit, a very good boy before he met me.

Ryan Sanders, a good friend since kindergarten, went on to marry Jennifer.....somebody, who I argued with every day in choir, at lunch, or both. He`s in the Army now, which I guess means he's in Iraq dodging ordinance. I make it a point to check the List of Dead from time to time, and I've yet to see him on it--I take that as a good sign. There are more people to mention, but as I have absolutely no idea what they're up to now, I don`t imagine it can be terribly interesting to read about them.

BJC: Do you have any bad memories from Berkner? How should high school have been better? Let me rephrase... If you'd been principal, how would YOU have run things differently?

Benjamin: In retrospect, I can see that the Benjamin Briggs of high school would have made a dangerous principal. But, being in theatre, I was well-known without any responsibility to be well-liked; I never noticed this at the time but look back on it as a good thing.

Naturally, Berkner needed more room, which it has now (although I question the architecture). I would definitely have given AP teachers more open reign in determining their curriculum, and enforced No Pass, No Play with an iron fist, assuring my unpopularity with every conceivable faction. I also would have moved the damn band hall over to the athletics wing, to give theatre, choir and orchestra more room to breathe.....and hear themselves think.

BJC: Are you in touch with any other Berkner people?

Benjamin: Not really. Although I sat through an advertising class with Tiffany Taylor, who I played opposite in Laurie's production of Antigone.

And I saw......Erin what'shername (pretty little girl a year under us and, if my friend Justin was to be belived [and who's to say at that age], had a penchant for receiving oral sex on the still-warm hoods of freshly-driven automobiles).....anyway I saw her buying frozen cutlets with a really tall guy at Sam's Club one afternoon before the turn of the millenium. She didn't recognize me, and I was in a hurry to the automotive center (for totally Platonic reasons).

I ran into my friend Nathan Moss a few times at the bus stop--he had some personal problems to work through, but we never exchanged numbers.

My mother obsessively mails me wedding announcements from the Dallas and Richardson papers, but in all honesty, I don`t remember but 10% of them. I was very much in my own world in high school--it passed by me and all around me, but very rarely through me. It shows, I'm afraid.

BJC: How would you compare Berkner people to the rest of the world now that you've been all over? Are we different?

Benjamin: Definitely. We suffered white, upper-middle class gang shootings way before it was chic. That kind of social tension doesn`t just pop out of thin air. Many of the neighborhoods which fed Berner were nationally ranked and otherwise acknowledged while we were at the appropriate preceeding elementary and junior high school levels. There were quite a lot of very brilliant, highly motivated people there. I'm sure that this happens in other places, too......just probably not in Texas.

BJC: Is there anything that stands out about Berkner that might account for so many success and near-success stories?

Benjamin: I can't speak for the entire school, but I was fortunate enough to have several truly excellent teachers every year I was there. Great educators inspire greatness in their students.

BJC: Jensen Ackles is another high profile Berkner success story. Did you ever watch him on "Days of Our Lives"? Do you watch him now on the WB hit series Supernatural?

Benjamin: With very few exceptions, I don`t watch television anymore (and none of it is network telelvision that isn't older than I am). But it was not unheard of for me to click past NBC to check if he was on Mr. Rhodes back in the day. Not because I found the show anything but banal, which it was, but because Jensen managed to look both curious and smug at the same time in every shot he was in.....I felt that was a facial expression worth mastering and using for my own personal gain.

BJC: Was it this one?

This one?

Or maybe this one?

Benjamin: If the rumor mill is to be believed, the proceeds of even that short-lived of a prime-time network program bought him his house in L.A. As Jensen and I never particuarly got along, the only project featuring him I was ever interested in seeing was, to quote Ann Kizer, "some B-movie about vampires or something." I see nothing of the kind on his imdb profile, so I have no idea if I'll ever get the chance. But on closer examination, it's a bit of a stretch to say "Also sings and plays guitar" on his personal trivia section, as I'm sure any cast member of West Side Story would be able to attest.

[Ed's note: Jensen Ackles played "Tony." I should have.]

BJC: Who deserves to have his ass (figuratively) kicked more: Jeremy Coon or Jensen Ackles?

Benjamin: One of my favorite memories of Jensen was during my senior year at Berkner when he stumbled extremely drunkenly out of a car and meandered onto the lawn of a friend's house, screaming obscenities until [said friend] Ryan Sanders exited the house to talk to him. The altercation on the front lawn was too short-lived for actual fisticuffs, but I like to think that if it had come down to it, Jensen would have had his ass handed to him then and there. Figuratively, I have no idea.

[Ed's note: Jensen Ackles was in Wishbone. Ryan Sanders would have paved the streets with his skull.]

BJC: Is there anyone from Berkner that you are trying to "beat" in the way I'm attempting to beat Jeremy Coon?

Benjamin: Since 4th grade I have attempted to beat Celest Villanueva. She beat me out for class president and I never could forgive her. But although she refused to acknowledge my victory, she and I both know that Line was way better than her Senior One Act, so my mission is already accomplished. I hope you can beat Jeremy Coon--revenge certainly is sweet.

BJC: As far as raw talent goes, is there anyone you know who deserves to make it big but can't quite get it together?

Benjamin: Why yes.....me! But I choose to justify not having it together with "life experience research." That and I do actually still plan on trying to tell the stories I want to/need to tell.

BJC: That's my excuse too! What did you think of Napoleon Dynamite?

Benjamin: Until I came back to Texas for winter vacation, my knowledge of Napoleon Dynamite was limited to references I saw in print, which gave me a very skewed perspective on the film as a whole. I really wanted to go to the Drafthouse at the time, but my friends insisted upon showing me a movie "I was gonna love."

By the time the credits were rolling, I was totally confused. How had this become the most popular film in the US, and a new crown jewel in the American Lexicon? Frankly, I was dumbfounded. Given my own decidedly not cool background, I felt I should have found his antics either endearing or hitting too close to home. I felt neither--just an intense feeling of regret that I hadn`t fought harder for that trip to the Drafthouse instead.

I comforted myself with the insistence that a social comedy like that would never be able to follow me back to Japan, but what should I see at the video store not three weeks ago in the New Releases section? Basu Otoko [バス 男], or Bus Man (possibly a "humorous" reference to Densha Otoko [電車 男], or Train Man, which was a popular film/television drama about a social outcast). Even though "Napoleon" transfers more or less perfectly into one of the Japanese phonetic alphabets! A very frustrating experience all around. This is why I am no fun at parties.

BJC: Are you as excited about The Sasquatch Dumpling Gang as I am?

Benjamin: Before I was aware of your blog, I had no idea this film was even in existence. After reading up on it a bit, I have to say that while it certainly sounds more interesting than Napoleon Dynamite, I am still much more excited about Snakes on a Plane.

BJC: Have you or would you ever wear a Vote for Pedro T-shirt? Or are you more of a "Pedro Lacks Political Experience" kind of guy?

Benjamin: Summer is a real bitch, so I would still support Pedro, despite, nay, perhaps even because of his lack of political experience.

BJC: What Berkner grads have you talked to who know of Jeremy Coon's success? Were they impressed?

Benjamin: I've mentioned him to no one.

BJC: How well did you know Jeremy Coon in middle school? What was he like then?

Benjamin: Did Jeremy Coon even go to Liberty Junior High? My old annuals are back in Texas, so I can't check the details. I was really far too busy being depressed and/or violently happy to notice other people back then.

BJC: Well, did you at least know Jeremy Coon in high school?

Benjamin: I didn't know him well. I didn't know anybody very well outside of the immediate circle of crazy people I surrounded myself with.

BJC: How did Jeremy Coon functional socially?

Benjamin: Again, being totally immersed in the politics of high school theatre and the swirling terrors of my own subconscious, I was largely unaware of the day-to-day actions of Jeremy Coon. He just didn`t fit into The Big Picture. But from what I do remember of him, he existed without friends or enemies, but was not a man alone, either. The kind of guy who was never featured in teen dramas during our youth, but is now sometimes the focus of them.

BJC: What sort of cliques did Jeremy hang around? Who were his closest friends?

Benjamin: Jeremy never seemed to have a particular circle that I noticed. That doesn't mean it wasn`t there, though.

BJC: I hear he was close with Bonnie Coover, the girl who broke my heart forever in seventh grade. Know anything about that? Did you know her? Did she say why she broke up with me?

Benjamin: The only Bonnie I remember from school is Bonnie Martindale, with her self-inflicted naval piercing infection she resolutely refused to do anything about. Oh, and she and I went to prom. I still have the odd pang for her. I'm afraid I really can't help you with the Coover girl.

[Ed's note: Bonnie Martindale was a pretty good Bonnie as well. She was in "Good-Bye to the Clown." She played Peggy's fantasy-crushing teacher.]

BJC: What's your feeling about the Berkner community reaction to Jeremy
Coon? Is he a hero to us?

Benjamin: I don't think he'll be a hero. If he had, say, directed the film, or starred in it, things might be different. But only people really interested in movies usually care about the producer. I don't feel that Berkner has its hero just yet.....

BJC: What do you make of Jeremy Coon saying (after high school, but before Napoleon Dynamite), "Rhys was so weird in high school, he was an untouchable, even to me"?

Benjamin: Well, I would have described you as "iconoclastic" rather than "weird."

BJC: Thank you. For that, I'm rewarding you with a softball question. Did you see any similarities between Jeremy Coon and the character of Napoleon Dynamite?

Benjamin: Actually, yes. Both are (and I mean this sincerely, insofar as it relates to the question) totally forgettable people. Jeremy Coon made no strong impression on me; likewise, had I actually known Napoleon, he would have been a sort of background character in my perception of the world. Despite their mutual awkwardness, they don't stand out for me.

BJC: Did you know that Jeremy Coon was a Mormon? Does it make sense in retrospect? Do you think he was hiding it?

Benjamin: After seeing the film, yes. A friend of mine at university once declared The Princess Bride "The ultimate Mormon movie--it has action without violence, is completely chaste, and includes no foul language to speak of." And although I have no idea if Mormons were directly or indirectly related to its production, I've never liked that film. But Napoleon Dynamite has that same you-can-buy-it-on-DVD-at-a-Wal-Mart-in-The-Bible-Belt appeal to it. Nothing really happens--the characters are largely static--I felt no sense of emotional risk as a viewer.

BJC: What have your experiences with Mormons been like?

Benjamin: One of my very best friends, Scott, is a Mormon. But while I find the religious teachings (and researching religion, especially as it relates to mythos and personal character guidelines has become a sort of hobby of mine) largely ridiculous, his family has (to my face) never been anything but polite to me. Terrified at times, but always polite. I used to get Scott in trouble a lot when we were younger, and now that we're older things haven't changed much--except that he can get into trouble just fine all on his own if he needs to.

I was never really bothered much by missionaries growing up or now--I`ve seen the ubiquitous pair of them here in my town in Japan, but our bikes are usually going in opposite directions. In short, my experiences with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints have been nothing but pleasant. But I make it a point to never talk about the magic underwear.

BJC: I once considered converting to Mormonism to beat Jeremy Coon with his own tools. I've kind of let that plan fall by the wayside. Should I revive it?

Benjamin: Well, if Jeremy's religious doctrine is to be believed, he's going to acquire his own planet to be god over, so you're going to need some serious firepower in the long term. As far as this mortal coil goes, I'd say you're probably better off throwing in your lot with the Hollywood Kabbalists or The Scientologists if you want to get ahead in the movie business. Or the Masons--but they tend to go government.

BJC: How did you find out that Jeremy Coon produced Napoleon Dynamite? Was it a shock?

Benjamin: I found out from you. I was, to be honest, more shocked to hear from you. Not because I ever imagined that Jeremy Coon of all people would go to become A Big Movie Producer, but because I hadn`t heard from you in a long time.

BJC: Yeah, well, it's a two-way street, buddy. So you weren't surprised that Jeremy Coon of all people became such a hotshot?

Benjamin: My money certainly wasn't on him. Technically, The Sean Connery Golf Project makes you the first person from our class to Make It Big, and since it involved scandal, I think it also trumps Jensen. Did that ever get all ironed out?

BJC: Sara pled guilty and got 400 hours of community service and a $500 fine. I've yet to pay for my crimes. But I will one of these days. Who hasn't made it big from our school that you thought would?

Benjamin: Well, if you insist on saying that you haven't, then you. And me. And Leslie (she really does have a gorgeous singing voice). And Duncan. Arts was really what Berkner had going for it while we were there--I hope to see a lot of big names from our graduating class before all is said and done.

BJC: When will all be "said and done"? When we're dead? That's depressing. I guess death is a more meaningful deadline than a high school reunion. Nevertheless, how do you think you'll fare at the Berkner class of '97 10-year reunion?

Benjamin: I have lots of plans, but they require the utmost secrecy in order to work. None of them have anything to do with successes of mine in life--I`m not ready to impress anybody until I can impress everybody.

BJC: Do high school reunions matter? Does the prospect of one make you want to try harder? Will you even go?

Benjamin: I plan on going if I can work out vacation time to go back Stateside. But no, I don't think they're all that important in the long run, although my opinion may change when I walk through the front doors of the event. I'm certainly not working particuarly hard to get anything special accomplished by then.

BJC: Are you at all concerned with Jeremy Coon basically blasting us all out of the water by being the producer of such a fantastically successful movie and going on to produce The Sasquatch Dumpling Gang and God knows what else by summer 2007?

Benjamin: Not really. But if, like you, I was attempting to beat him, then I might be a little concerned. Still, I think that despite his early success, you have more significant things to say than he does. And the public is fickle. A new, even more inane film may come out in the meantime that causes everyone to forget all about Napoleon Dynamite/The Sasquatch Dumpling Gang.

BJC: By the time our high school reunion rolls around, will everyone at Berkner already know that Jeremy Coon is the big success story? Are they going to be clinging to him?

Benjamin: I have pretty limited access to US local news, which is, I think, the outlet which would be most likely to sing Jeremy's praises. "Hometown boy makes good" and all that. I think anyone clinging to Jeremy Coon at the reunion will be vastly overestimating his power brokerage in Hollywood.

BJC: Will Jeremy Coon use his newfound celebrity to seduce a former highschool crush?

Benjamin: I know that if I were in his position, I certainly would try. I'm just not sure how much seductive power the statement "I produced Napoleon Dynamite" has among Texan late-twenty-somethings. He's going to need more than just a producer's credit--he's going to need a nice car, too.

[Ed's note: Oh, he'll have that. In spades.]

BJC: Do you think there are any contenders from our class of '97 who might possibly out-success Jeremy Coon? If so, who and how?

Benjamin: In the long term, yes. But by 2007, the field is narrowed quite a bit.

BJC: Do you think Jeremy Coon will even appear at our high school reunion? Why or why not?

Benjamin: I think he'll go. There will be someone from the graduating class he will absolutely have to see and gloat over in his success.

BJC: Have you accomplished everything you hoped you would since high school?

Benjamin: Not hardly, but most of my plans even then were fairly long-term. And I've become involved in things which I never would have assumed I'd be doing back when I was in high school.

BJC: Killing men with blunt objects, for instance? In what ways has your life not lived up to your post-high school graduation expectations?

Benjamin: Being an Eagle Scout never got me a job. Or even a second interview.

BJC: I know it's up to me, and of course I have a plan, but do you have any suggestions for what, preciesly, I should do to beat Jeremy Coon?

Benjamin: An entrance is important. Or rather, upstaging Jeremy's is. Even if you lack the hard film backup to undo his success, people are fickle--if you put on a better show, I think you'll come away with more favorable press. In university, I always wanted to upstage a frat party with the use of a gigantic hovercraft, but research into that proved it to be an unworkable plan. You may not have to be quite that extreme, but it might be worth looking into....they tend to be too wide to move down a city street.....

BJC: What about my Beat Jeremy Coon blog itself? It's fairly time-consuming when I'm actually working on it. Is it counter-productive to my goal?

Benjamin: It gives you something more or less physical to showcase how far you've come. As long as the work on the blog doesn't supercede the actual beating of Jeremy Coon, I think it's a positive contribution to your effort.

BJC: What's the road to success? Or are there many?

Benjamin: I think there are many, but almost all involve tapping into the deepest reservoirs of your own self. That being said, though, I think that success does indeed find people more often than the other way around--the trick is preparing yourself to meet that success when it arrives.

BJC: Tell me everything else you can think of about Jeremy Coon.

Benjamin: I think I already have.

BJC: You sure have, Benjamin. "Be seeing you!"

Nick Benoit on Jeremy Coon!

Nick Benoit is the man most responsible for me giving up meat forever. I actually had a number of vegan friends in high school - Jeremy Coon not amongst them, obviously - but it was an online conversation with Nick after high school that transformed me into the ceaseless crusader for animal rights that I am today. ("Fur kills.") I questioned his vegetarianism, he explained it and sent me to some web site, and I was on my way.

Actually, though, it was our friend Luc (who recently became vegetarian himself) who inadvertantly gave me the final push. Luc, my brother and I were eating at Golden Corral - one of those suburban buffet restaurants that offer all-you-can-eat of just about every food in the world - and though I wasn't yet vegetarian, I just happened to avoid meat with my first bulging tray of food.

"No meat, huh?" Luc asked. "Nick told me he'd been talking you into vegetarianism."

"Yeah," I said. "I guess he did." And then I was.

Now veganism.... that's another story completely! So instead of getting into that, let's hear what Nick Benoit has to say about me, him, and the ineffable Jeremy Coon.

Nick Benoit: Damn, sorry it took me so long to get this back to you. But as Cheech put it in Ghostbusters II, "Better late than never."

BJC: That's okay. You ready? Who are you, where are you, how did you get there, what do you do, what's your life philosophy, and how do we know each other?

Nick B.: Hmm, who am I? I ask myself this all the time, and still don't have a definite answer. But for for the purpose of this interview, I'm Nicholas Powell Benoit, aka "Nick." Currently I'm living in Plano, working for my parents at our family business. When I tell this to people, many automatically assume this is code for organized crime, but really it's just a graphic design firm. I'm also at UTD doing arts and humanities stuff.

Life philosophy- get back to me on this one, say in 10, 20 years.

If i recall, we were in Junior High band at Apollo, but we really got to know each other through theater. My best memory by far is when we did that scene from Waiting for Godot and you got stuck in the tree. The scene created by you hanging from that limb with Hillary Bryant out on stage singing was indeed priceless. Someone has to have that on tape somewhere.

[Ed's note: See Hillary Bryant on Jeremy Coon!]

BJC: You're basically responsible for me being vegetarian, but you're now you eat meat again. What happened? What kind of role model are you being to me?

Nick B.: Oooooh, a test of my morals... Ok, so I was dating a chick (we'll call her X) who was really, really, really into animal rights. It rubbed off on me. But alas, we broke up, and I was left questioning whether I really cared about all of the animal stuff. I realize that vegetarianism has many health benefits and that's why most people go vegetarian, but for me it was just an animal thing. It's not that i felt it was wrong to kill animals for food, just unnecessary.

Anyway, to make a short story long, I'd been slowly working flesh back into my diet (first oysters, then crawfish, then fish), and I eventually found myself on a fateful drunken Wal-Mart trip with one of my fraternity brothers and finally decided to have a Big Mac. That was the end of it.

As far as being a role model, I'm a very poor one. I guess I'm a bad, bad man.

BJC: Besides that, how have you changed since high school and college? Any shockers?

Nick B.: I'm sure I've changed in more ways than that, but I couldn't name them myself. If anything, I feel kind of like I went more mainstream and "sold out," but to what I'm not sure. It's not like I was ever any kind of rock star. I'm also pretty quiet now. You'd have to ask someone who knew me then and knows me well now.



BJC: How did you find yourself in Dallas? Do you like it there?

Nick B.: I found myself back in Dallas after making numerous mistakes in San Marcos. I like it ok, but i miss the social life I had in San Marcos. That was one fun town.

BJC: Think you might ever want to leave?

Nick B.: Sure. But I'm not one of those "the grass is always greener on the other side" folks. There would have to be some sort of opportunity to seize, some real reason to leave. I'm not wanting to leave just to get out. Being bored in some exotic location wouldn't be any different from being bored in Dallas.

BJC: What do you think will be different about your life by mid-2007?

Nick B.: Hopefully I'll be a college grad. I say hopefully because it's riding on if they keep this class I need open this summer.

BJC: What do you wish will be different but probably won't be?

Nick B.: I hope I'll have more of a clue as to what I'm doing with my life, but I doubt it.

BJC: What was your connection to Nick Stevens, Robby Slaughter and Duncan Gilman?

Nick B.: Nick Stevens and I shared the same first name and were in a few classes together. Other than that, no deep connection. I remember him drawing a cool dragon sword in 8th grade history. No ligers, though.

Robby and I weren't really close, but we knew each other since before high school. We were in CCD together (that's kind of like Sunday school for those of you who weren't raised Catholic).

Duncan and I go way back, all the way to Indian Guides. Do they even call it Indian Guides now, is that P.C.? Anyway, we were in a number of things together: Yale choir, theater in junior high and high school.

BJC: Who were your best friends in high school, and what are they doing now?

Nick B.: I had a lot of friends, but not too many that I knew away from the school setting. Luc Giambasu and Kwan (aka David) Kim were my two closest friends (not counting "X"). I started becoming good friends with Chris Rivers senior year, but I have no idea what he's up to these days. Luc's teaching Spanish at Garland HS. Kwan, I have no idea, maybe alien abduction?

BJC: Do you have any bad memories from Berkner? How should high school have been better? Let me rephrase... If you'd been principal, how would YOU have run things differently?

Nick B.: Nah, I don't really have too many bad memories, either that or they were so bad that I've repressed them. Put me under hypnosis, maybe something bad will come out. If I had been principal, I'd have made lunch longer. Wasn't it something ridiculously short, like 25 minutes?

[Ed's note: I've seen Nick under hypnosis, at my brother's birthday party. He was laying between two chairs, stiff as a board, and someone walked on him. WOW!]

BJC: Are you in touch with any other Berkner people?

Nick B.: I talk to Luc still, but not often enough. I'm a bad friend. Saw Arye Orona not too long ago.

BJC: How would you compare Berkner people to the rest of the world now that you've lived and seen it all? Are we different?

Nick B.: I don't think we're that different, but what do I know? I've only lived in Texas. Plus, I only knew Berkner folk in high school, and I think it's safe to say that high school kids are for the most part just high school kids.

BJC: Is there anything that stands out about Berkner that might account for so many success and near-success stories?

Nick B.: Something in the water?

[Ed's note: The Dallas Morning News might agree with you on that one. (see image 3)]

BJC: Jensen Ackles is another high profile Berkner success story. Did you ever watch him on "Days of Our Lives"? Do you watch him now on the WB hit series Supernatural?

Nick B.: I've never watched a Jensen show. I did catch him on Wishbone back in high school (I was flipping through the channels, I swear!).

[Ed's note: Wishbone? Hahaha, what a wimp! (Jensen, not you, Nick)]

BJC: Who deserves to have his ass (figuratively) kicked more: Jeremy Coon or Jensen Ackles?

Nick B.: I'd wish harm on no man, but since it's figurative, I'd have to say Jeremy. I didn't know Jensen well, but you and I were in theater with him, and I never witnessed him being mean or rude to anyone, did you? On the other hand, Jeremy made a sport out of being mean and rude.

[Ed's note: I even shook Jensen's hand in Leon Chen's high school production of "The Foreigner." What a guy!]

BJC: Is there anyone from Berkner that you are trying to "beat" in the way I'm attempting to beat Jeremy Coon?

Nick B.: Nope.

BJC: As far as raw talent goes, is there anyone you know who deserves to make it big but can't quite get it together?

Nick B.: I suppose that depends on the definition of making it big. If you mean famous, no one specific comes to mind. I think fame and success have more to do with the instincts to seize an opportunity than they do talent.

BJC: What did you think of Napoleon Dynamite?

Nick B.: It was damn funny. I saw it after all the hype, and I still thought it was great. Rarely does that happen. I am a little sick of the hype, though. Way too many t-shirts and people saying "heck yeah!"

BJC: Are you as excited about The Sasquatch Dumpling Gang as I am?

Nick B.: I'd never heard of it until I read about it on your blog, so I guess that's a no.

BJC: Have you or would you ever wear a Vote for Pedro T-shirt? Or are you more of a "Pedro Lacks Political Experience" kind of guy?

Nick B.: If I was forced to wear one, I'd take the latter.

BJC: What Berkner grads have you talked to who know of Jeremy Coon's success? Were they impressed?

Nick B.: Rob Lofgren. He was pretty impressed. I think he was Jeremy's "little brother" in band. Luc knew too. I'm not sure that he was greatly impressed, but he did find the movie funny. He's the one who told me about it.

[Ed's note: I would interview Luc for Beat Jeremy Coon, except that when I told him about the blog, he got annoyed and emailed, "Nobody from Berkner should have a blog called 'Beat Jeremy Coon.'" He also does a really great impression of Napoleon Dynamite saying "Idiot!" Maybe there's hope, after Sasquatch...]

BJC: How well did you know Jeremy Coon in middle school? What was he like then?

Nick B.: I knew Jeremy pretty well. We were in band and a lot of classes together. He wore a lot of Metallica and Megadeth shirts. He played Butkus in my Speech B final. Ron James and I reenacted the entire "Fistful of Yen" scene from Kentucky Fried Movie. Ron and I played all the characters except for Butkus. We needed Jeremy's talent for that.

BJC: How well did you know Jeremy Coon in high school? Was he still the same old Jeremy? Or was the possibility of world conquest already fomenting and straining his relations with the little people?

Nick B.: Same thing in high school. We were in a few classes together, and band. He was still pretty much the same.

BJC: Any JC-related band stories?

Nick B.: No, I don't have any juicy stories. Generally speaking, he liked causing trouble, but in a pretty tame way. He took pride in annoying the band directors, and was quite good at it too.

BJC: How did Jeremy Coon functional socially? Did he have a lot of friends? A lot of enemies? Did he ever seem to be dating anyone? Did he ever get into any fights? What did people think of him? Was he cool or was he a nerd? And if he was a nerd, was he, as Nick Stevens suggests in his interview, a "predator among the nerds... who ruled with an iron fist"?

Nick B.: I don't think Jeremy had any more friends or enemies than the average high school kid. There was one girl I think he dated, but I can't remember her name. They at least went to a dance or two together. [Ed's note: Go, Jeremy! Yeah!] I think Jeremy fell somewhere between cool and nerdy, but so did just about everyone else I knew. Nick's quote is pretty accurate, though. He was a predator who loved making fun of those he deemed nerdy.

BJC: What sort of cliques did Jeremy hang around? Who were his closest friends?

Nick B.: He was definitely part of the flannel and rock 'n roll t-shirt crew. He was good friends with Chris Rivers if I remember correctly.

BJC: I hear he was close with Bonnie Coover, the girl who broke my heart forever in seventh grade. Know anything about that? Did you know her? Did she say why she broke up with me?

Nick B.: Yeah, Jeremy and Bonnie were pretty good friends now that you mention it. They were all part of this group of trouble-making trombone players. Bonnie didn't play trombone, and she didn't cause trouble, but she was dating Paul Vaden. Paul was the leader of the trombone gang. That would have been junior year. I wasn't in band senior year. Yes, i did know Bonnie as well. Sorry dude, I don't think I ever heard her mention you.

BJC: What's your feeling about the Berkner community reaction to Jeremy Coon? Is he a hero to us? Has he finally given Berkner the credibility it's long been seeking? Or is he a blight, a menace?

Nick B.: I was unaware of a community reaction. I read a little write-up about him in the Richardson paper, that's about it. He's successful for sure, but his success has come from film. I think he's more of a BYU success than a Berkner one.

BJC: What do you make of Jeremy Coon saying (after high school, but before Napoleon Dynamite), "Rhys was so weird in high school, he was an untouchable, even to me"? Was I an untouchable?!? You touched me, didn't you?

Nick B.: I thought we agreed to never tell anyone about that...

No, you weren't untouchable. A little strange, but in a funny way. Maybe in his world you were untouchable. He just didn't get your oddball humor. The whole half facial hair thing was borderline. Even I thought that was a little weird.

Like Duncan, I too want to know the context of this quote. Was someone interviewing him, and why were you brought up? Did you two have some sort of rivalry before Napoleon Dynamite?

[Ed's note: Okay, the context was this. My ex-girlfriend before Rachel - Eliza Wren - had a brother who was roommates with Jeremy Coon at BYU. When Wren went to visit her brother, she mentioned to Jeremy that she was going out with me, and Jeremy responded with his oft-quoted hateful retort. Supposedly Jeremy Coon had more positive things to say when he ran into our mutal friend Matt Dentler at the SXSW screening of Napoleon Dynamite. But too little, too late, Jeremy!]

BJC: Did you see any similarities between Jeremy Coon and the character of Napoleon Dynamite?

Nick B.: The bullying for sure, but Jeremy wasn't quite as nerdy. Had there been a Napoleon, Jeremy definitely would have given him a hard time. He would have been the one demanding the tots, and surely would have crushed them if he didn't get them.

BJC: Did you know that Jeremy Coon was a Mormon? Does it make sense in retrospect? Do you think he was hiding it?

Nick B.: I had no idea he was a Mormon. Has that fact been confirmed? Do you have to be Mormon to go to BYU? Maybe he just went to film school there and hit it off well with the Mormons. I dunno.

[Ed's note: He's Mormon. Eliza Wren told me.]

BJC: What have your experiences with Mormons been like?

Nick B.: I was absolutly crazy about a Mormon friend of mine in college, but she stood me up for a date on my birthday one year, so I guess she wasn't too into me. She wasn't a devout Mormon, though. In fact, I think she kind of disliked the whole thing, so I don't think I can use her as an accurate gage. Ooooowheeee she was fine.

BJC: I once considered converting to Mormonism to beat Jeremy Coon with his own tools. I've kind of let that plan fall by the wayside. Should I revive it?

Nick B.: I think I'd stick to your current plan of action (whatever that may be). If you converted under false pretenses, you'd surely be found out and face dire consequences.

BJC: How did you find out that Jeremy Coon produced Napoleon Dynamite? Was it a shock?

Nick B.: I'm pretty sure Luc told me. It wasn't too much of a shock. More of a "wow, that's really cool," but not a shock.

BJC: Of all people to make it big from our school, did you ever suspect it might be Jeremy Coon?

Nick B.: Not at all.

BJC: High school reunions are basically a time for showing off what you've done with your life. How do you think you'll fare at the Berkner class of '97 10-year reunion?

Nick B.: Eh, I dunno. I doubt I'll fare too well in the showing off department. I'd just like to go to see how others are. See some old faces.

BJC: Do high school reunions matter? Does the prospect of one make you want to try harder? Will you even go?

Nick B.: The prospect has made me try harder. I had quit college, but when I realized that a 10 year reunion was coming, I decided to finish up. I'll just be completing my degree by then so I don't expect to be wowing anyone with accomplishments, but I'm still game. It'll be fun to see what everyone else who shows is up to. I'll be sorely disappointed if all it is an ego flexing contest.

BJC: Are you at all concerned with Jeremy Coon basically blasting us all out of the water by being the producer of such a fantastically successful movie and going on to produce The Sasquatch Dumpling Gang and God knows what else by summer 2007?

Nick B.: Not really.

BJC: By the time our high school reunion rolls around, will everyone at Berkner already know that Jeremy Coon is the big success story? Are they going to be clinging to him?

Nick B.: I doubt it.

BJC: Will Jeremy Coon use his newfound celebrity to seduce a former highschool crush? If so, who might that be?

Nick B.: I have no idea. I would if I were him. That could be entertaining to watch.

BJC: Do you think there are any contenders from our class of '97 who might possibly out-success Jeremy Coon? If so, who and how?

Nick B.: I think anyone who's excelling at whatever they've chosen to do will be a success.

BJC: Have you accomplished everything you hoped you would since high school?

Nick B.: Not really. Though I don't remember having any specific goals or things to accomplish, so in that sense, yes, I've accomplished everything that I didn't set out to do.

BJC: In what ways has your life not lived up to your post-high school graduation expectations?

Nick B.: I thought I'd have much more of a social life. I tasted having a life up until I was 24, but since then it's dwindled, and I don't think it's coming back.

BJC: I know it's up to me, and of course I have a plan, but do you have any suggestions for what, preciesly, I should do to beat Jeremy Coon?

Nick B.: Good question. Just keep doing what you are doing. Since you have a plan, stick to it. If all else fails, blackmail.

BJC: What about my Beat Jeremy Coon blog itself? It's fairly time-consuming when I'm actually working on it. Is it counter-productive to my goal?

Nick B.: I think you are getting a lot of practice at writing with it. Maybe not screen writing, but it could be viewed as a portfolio piece as far as humor goes. If its an outlet for any kind of creativity, it's not a waste of time. Who knows, maybe it can work as a premise for something bigger. P'raps a screenplay based on it. It could be your version of Romy & Michelle's High School Reunion.

BJC: What's the road to success? Or are there many?

Nick B.: There are indeed many roads to success. Some take a whole lot longer than others to get there. And some have dead-ends, so you have to do some backtracking.

BJC: Tell me everything else you can think of about Jeremy Coon.

Nick B.: For some reason I remember him talking about playing Dungeons & Dragons. But not AD&D, just good old fashioned D&D, because AD&D changed too many things or was too complex or something. Maybe he was more like Napoleon than I thought...

BJC: Thanks, Nick!

Nick B.: Yer welcome!

One more in the plus column means one "fewer" in the negative

Office Pirates emailed me last night. They want me to come in on Monday to discuss working with them. I love the Time Inc. building! I can't wait! I guess I'll find out more on Monday, but my guess is that with Office Pirates, ScriptBuddy and now Michael Bluejay.com again, I could easily quit Angelica and be making more than enough money working at home side by side with Joe every day. Good-bye unseemly red glove hand!

But I did get some bad news.

All of my stocks are down today. I've lost $50! Good thing you didn't beat my door down for tips, huh? You'd be in the poor house right now. I learned something about myself, though. My stocks absolutely freaking plummeting to hell doesn't bother me. So I could probably be a decent investor once I start getting better at research and making wise, prudent decisions.

Applying a statistical analysis to Sony's aquisition of The Sasquatch Dumpling Gang

Sony BMB Picks up The Sasquatch Dumpling Gang.

Berkner High School was big. According to Hillary Bryant in her interview last week, we graduated with 630 other people. One then could easily take a Tallebian approach to Jeremy Coon's success and suggest that with such a large graduating class, the wild, out-of-control success of someone from Berkner High School was a statistical near-inevitability. The fact that it was Jeremy Coon and not, say... me, is statistical randomness.

Of course, this doesn't mean that one should not fight statistical fate. Just that Jeremy Coon has absolutely nothing to be proud of. Though I would if I beat him.

In better news, I made $20 on the stock market so far today. But don't come banging down my door for tips! My investments are a secret. And my investment strategy is a secret even to me.

The man on the right

Things are looking bad for Jeremy Coon. Really, really bad. And by that I mean things are going great for me!

Like all of life, however, there are shades, and I can't say that every second in my life has been totally beyond flawlessly perfect. I hate to give only one side here (I'm a journalist, afterall, if a disgraced one), so first, the instances in which Jeremy Coon is winning...

The Bad

I. OfficePirates.com didn't hire me back in August when I tried out for them. That you knew. What I didn't say was that they saw my Parker Posey Eats Tofu entry a little while after that failure, and they emailed to tentatively promise to let me freelance for them once the site was up. I eagerly waited for months for their next email, which came in either late February or early March. It was time for my second chance!

Now they were proposing to hire me to find links to funny videos and articles for them daily. If hired, I would have been paid to find and write captions for five links a day. "It wouldn't be enough money to quit any of your jobs for, but it would be a decent weekly sum," Mark Remy said. Knowing my budget, I was pretty sure I COULD have quit one of my jobs for it.

However - and sorry to give away the ending to this paragraph, but... - it was not meant to be. For my try-out, I sent them five links a day for three days, accompanied by witty sounding descriptions. Here were some of my better attempts at fitting in with the Office Pirates crew:

Sometimes when it comes to figuring out who we really are, nature is the best mirror of all. Observe the pygmy seahorse, the cynical post-college straight male of the ocean. Just like young entry-level office workers, it blends into its surroundings, drawing no attention to itself, making little to no impact on its environment. Mechanically, it turns in place, circling and circling, showing no progress whatsoever. Just like for us, there is no hope for our reef-bound representative in nature. That said, wouldn't you rather just be the seahorse? (click here)

Americans aren't the only ones who find foreign languages to be absurdly funny. In this clip, a talk show host interviews a very serious looking man and a woman in a wheelchair, and can't help laughing when he hears how funny their language is. Of course, the talk show host's language is nothing to be proud of either. (click here)

Mesmerizing and eerie, this homemade video shows a (miniature?) human-built flying saucer in action, edited against spooky alien music. "The aircraft you now see is like no other before it," the mysterious, robotic narrator explains. Could this be a cover-up for an actual alien invasion? Future-horizons.net also sells homemade jet packs and hoverboards… the stuff dreams are made of. (click here)

Dude, this isn't funny! Someone probably died!! (click here)

There's one thing we can all agree on about technology, the spread of information, and the loss of privacy – it sure makes our lives easier. This fantasy ad dreams of a day (not too far, one hopes) when a pizzaria will know who we are, where we live, what we want, and what would be healthiest for us the moment we call them. At the end, there's a link imploring us to "Take Action!", presumably to make this dream a reality ASAP. (click here)

Asia doesn't just have cooler gadgets than us. They also have cooler commercials. Take Pepsi, for instance. Though an American product, all the best Pepsi ads are in Japan. Okay, the recent Pepsi Spartacus spoof here was funny, but nothing can beat a clever mascot, and in Japan, Pepsi has one. It's Pepsiman, a metallic superhero with no face, save a big circular hole that opens as he's passing out Pepsis to those in need (snowboarders, crying kids, boxers, beach babes, etc). In this spot, Pepsiman has come to save a man dying of thirst in a harsh, dry desert. Or has he? (click here)

If you thought your co-workers were annoying, be happy you don't work with Ben Adams. "I've led an interesting life as a Gen X-er, comics creator, graduate student, white collar professional, and political activist," Adam proudly announces in his introduction to "A Misfit's Journey: Mistaken Identity," his online graphic novel about flunking out of grad school and moving to Seattle to become an activist, work at a coffee shop, and find himself. Purportedly in the style of American Splendor scribe Harvey Pekar, Misfit's Journey takes the comics diary format to its most self-indulgent possible extreme, focusing on Adams's hate for his boss, his jealousy over his boss's girlfriend, how much he likes his friends, and how misunderstood he is. "There's no question about it," Adams concludes. "I can be very intimidating to some people and unfathomable to others." Ben Adams, you speak for us all. Be sure to press F11 to view it in Full Screen Mode! (click here)

Ever thought of your typewriter as an unnecessary middleman, a needless filter between your thoughts and the page? Well, pretty soon just thinking that thought will write "my typewriter is an unnecessary middle man, a needless filter between my thoughts and the page" on your screen, all without a single keypunch. Scientists at the Fraunhofer Institute in Berlin are now developing a computer brain interface, aka, a mental keyboard. At this point, with 128 electrodes attached to someone's brain, it takes 10 minutes to write a sentence with thinking alone. That's pretty good, considering that writing a sentence with thinking alone used to take… forever because it was impossible! And supposedly it's only going to get better. Hopefully the technology will be able to separate what you want to write from the "kill kill kill" "die die die" type thoughts constantly flitting through your subconscious.

So that voice you hear in your head that mostly sounds like your voice and is basically speaking what you're thinking… that's actually something electrodes can detect and translate to a screen? There's something truly disturbing about this if you really, really think about it. Just don't think about it with the electrodes on. (click here)

One of the most passed-around links of last year was to Robert Ryang's fake trailer for "The Shining," which used clever editing and voiceover to turn Stanley Kubrick's horror masterpiece into a romantic comedy about a fatherless boy, his lonely mom, and the struggling writer who enters both of their lives. The trailer became a huge hit, earning Ryang write-ups in publications as big as Creative Screenwriting and The New York Times, as well as plenty of editing offers from Hollywood.

Yet it turns out Ryang wasn't the first to do this. Back in 2000, aspiring editor Peter Debruge put together a trailer for his thesis at The University of Texas that made Hitchock's Psycho look like a romantic comedy. Unfortunately for Peter, this was before the heyday of blogs, and nobody really saw it. He basically forgot about it until Ryang made a splash with his catchier trailer 5 years later. Now Ryang's living the Hollywood dream, and Peter's stuck at a desk as a mere Features Editor at Variety. (click here)

Some guy made a music video using nothing but girls auditioning to dance in the video. And boy, does he know how to party! (click here)

I was almost positive that the last one would not go over with the Office Pirates people. I just loved it too much not to send it. "If Office Pirates doesn't like 'Sexy Joe this - Group Sound hotties', then I don't want to work for them anyway," I rationalized when I sent that link on Day Two. And that's just what happened. I didn't work for them!

"You're just not quite the first mate that Office Pirates is looking for," they responded regretfully. They didn't actually say that. Instead, they didn't respond at all! Which I suppose means that I technically still have a chance, but since that was weeks ago, I'm not counting on it. [Update... they just emailed me. They want me to work for them! So transfer this one to the "good" column]

II. After some prodding from Joe (I was convinced before talking to him that the ridiculously flexible scheudle I have now should not be violated), I applied to fill a job opening for Assistant Editor at Reason Magazine. Which also would be pretty ridiculously flexible - since it would be work from home - would pay more than I make now, would give me benefits, and might even provide more creative satisfaction than putting food in a box at Angelica Kitchen. As a former Reason intern who did an interview with Christopher Hitchens that made it into the book Choice: The Best of Reason, I thought my chances were decent.

Yet I've heard nothing. However, unlike Office Pirates, it actually could be too early to tell, since it's only been a week. It's also possible that Nick, the editor, is taking his time out of dread for rejecting me, because we know each other and he's afraid it will be awkward. Reject me if you absolutely must, Nick. We'll still be former boss/former intern type quasi friends. And hey, if you don't want me assistant editing, I'll just keep writing more stuff for later Reason best-of compilations!

III. I'm not going to Utah for my ex-girlfriend's wedding. I kind of saw this coming. Wren's fiance could tolerate the presence of every single one of Wren's ex-boyfriends... except for me. Which I guess I understand, since he's a virgin, and Wren is just barely over the sleeping with zero people mark.

Wren wanted me to come anyway and plotted some schemes to that end - one of which involved Joe and I arriving in a horse costume (this is a costume wedding, as Wren has always wanted), pulling a buggy that was carrying Brooke. But I know Wren's relatives, they would have found out that I was the horse's ass, and when the word spread around, Wren's new husband would have found out and felt even more betrayed. I was hesitant about going at all, tricks or no tricks, and Wren eventually came to the same conclusion as me. If I ever go to Utah, which I still hope to do eventually, it won't be to ruin anyone's Big Mormon Day.

IV. I'm having the worst eczema outbreak I've ever had! Part of it is the fault of working at a restaurant. Even though Angelica now buys me nitrile gloves, which are less iritating than vinyl and match my eyes much better, any continuous friction at all brings out the red skin, which makes my left hand (my "glove hand") quite unpleasantly red. It's also on the underside of my arms, from them constantly brushing against my apron while I put food in boxes. But that doesn't explain why it's suddenly on my legs now too. Walking, I guess? Until two years ago, my eczema never once left the tops of my poor, overly-shoe-rubbed feet. Why'd you have to ditch me, glory days?

V. Even though it should be me who is out sick with skin rash, Annique - who works at the Angelica Kitchen juice bar - has been out for two weeks after a bad bronchitis attack. Which, okay, is arguably not just a purely superficial skin problem. I miss Annique badly and care only for her health. But this has meant me working four days a week at Angelica instead of just three. TOO MUCH!

VI. Jay, one of the two Kitchen Supervisors at Angelica, was fired. One day he was there and the next day a fellow employee was asking me, "You know about Jay being fired, right?" There was a notice on the bulletin board. It read, "Jay H. was dismissed for failing to satisfy the duties of Kitchen Supervisor." Other than that very broad, vague notice, I knew nothing about why he was really fired. And still know nothing.

He was kind of moody. To the point where I was afraid to point out when food was running out, because it annoyed him every time in a not-mad-at-you-but-mad-at-the-situation type of way. Which probably led to food running out more often. Which may have made it look more like he wasn't fulfilling the duties of a Kitchen Supervisor.

Not that I blame myself! I'm guessing he was fired for speaking up for the rights of our Mexican friends in the kitchen. "Robby is an exploited man," Jay told me one night as he packed up the desserts way too soon, so that he could get the dishes to Roberto quicker, thus letting him leave earlier. Thanks to Jay, Robbie was 5 minutes less exploited every night.

Joe knew Jay as the K.S. who made it impossible to bring left-over kanten (Joe's favorite Angelica food) home, a direct consequence of Jay prematurely putting away desserts to halt kitchen oppression. I do love bringing kanten home for Joe, but I can't say I celebrated Jay's sudden Stalinistic disappearance, exactly. Jay trained me! If anyone is next to disappear, it'll be me!

VII. A good friend of mine that I really care about is seriously depressed right now. I'm worried about him.

And that I'm pretty sure covers most of the bad. Now on to the opposite of the bad... the good. (I may provide both sides of the issue here at Beat Jeremy Coon, but I do not delve into gray areas)

The Good

I. Today I talked to my mom, we had a really nice conversation, and she told me that by the way, scientists have isolated the gene that causes eczema. Now all we have to do is change my failed genetic structure (by pricking away that loose step from my DNA chain, I imagine), drain all my blood, and have my body replenish itself with new, genetically flawless blood. Or maybe science can at least come up with a better moisturizer.

II. Also today I got a letter in the mail from my dad. It said, "Happy Inheritence!" Which I kind of found hilarious, because my grandfather being dead isn't happy. It isn't happy at all. Look, here he is with my dad a while back:

That was happy. Now the man on the right is gone. But I didn't tear up the check in protest of the unjustness of a world where people die. No, I deposited the check in the morning and then started an Ameritrade investment account this very night. Which must be a circle of some sort, because when my grandfather was alive, he gave me about $2,000 to invest in the stock market when I was a teenager. He also gave my brother the same amount.

Knowing nothing about investing, I bought a bunch of stocks in Gadzooks, a store I liked at the mall (and was, ominously, my best performer), and invested in a bunch of penny stocks I found through random keyword searches on the Charles Schwab page. For instance, by searching the seven deadly sins, I discovered "Wanderlust Software." Which, like Gadzooks, actually did okay for me. It was companies like the less-than-a-dollar-per-share "Hollywood, Inc." that did me in.

I still didn't lose too much money, except that I eventually gave up on investing and ignored my account for years. When I eventually looked at it again, to withdrawl the cash I'd stupidly left in there, I found that all my cash was gone! Schwab had tried to warn me, but I got their notices too late, that Texas has a law through which it can take all liquid cash from stock accounts that are neglected for too long! By this point, most of my stocks were totally valueless, except for Gadzooks, which maybe I should have held longer, because now it's Forever21.

So my teenaged experience with investing was basically a total failure.

My brother Miles, however, managed to make a good profit on his equally as random investments. Which kind of helps prove what Joe was telling me today to encourage me to open that account. Essentially, he said this: stocks perform well because your investments are going to people whose job is preciesly to make more money for you. That eased my Fooled by Randomness-inspired fears. Especially now that I have Joe's market expertise and my own more rational investing prudence on my side. Best of all, now I can finally stop talking about shorting Google and actually do it!

Just kidding. I'm not going to short Google. Nor have I ever talked about it.

III. Speaking of companies I'm not going to short, I've got my very own JetBlue credit card on the way! I can use that card for everything, then pay it off instantly with my debit card, racking up flying miles on the best airline that doesn't fly to Dallas, Miami, or pretty much anywhere in the midwest. One of these days, I'm flying to Nassau.

IV. Pretty soon I'm only going to be working two days a week at Angelica Kitchen and will make the rest of my money working for ScriptBuddy, maximizing my time at home, and thus my writing time. Unless Reason gives me the job, which will give me even more time at home, but probably take away some of my writing time.

V. I have been working on my script. I've been slow about it, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be good. If only I can get Joe to write songs for it! Joe, you're still going to write songs for it... RIGHT?!

VI. Remember when the documentary project failed? Greg Newburn, one of the three filmmakers that weren't, didn't just complain about it on Liberteaser. He came up with a completely new proposal for a new documentary project, which Joe and I would work on if he finds funding for it. Which I think he might, because it's a great proposal. Especially given that its main impetus was to put "Stacy" from the failed project in her place.

VII. Also Greg-related... I was IM'ing with him today when I mentioned having gone to a literary journal reading competition a couple of weeks ago. Greg responded that he had a friend who ran an online literary journal out of New York, Void Magazine, and had I heard of it? Had I?! I sent a submission to them at the beginning of last summer which they had promptly rejected! "It was a silly poem about me being upset that Rachel had made out with someone in high school," I said, "So I don't hold it against them."

Well, if Greg is right about the amount of sway he has over his friend, I'm a Void Magazine Rejectee For Life no longer. Greg claims that if I send them something, and Greg tells them to publish it, they will. "I'll try to make it good," I promised Greg, "but if they publish it soley due to your influence, that's fine by me too." And I've never once told Greg a lie.

IIX. The Institute for Humane Studies, which paid for my internship with the National Taxpayers Union in 2000, funded my John Stossel internship in 2002, awarded me first place in their Freedom Ad contest in 2003, flew me Joe and Greg to Los Angeles for the conservative film festival last year (a terrible festival, but a great time!), and recently spotlighted me on their alumni page (I'd give you the link but you have to be able to log-in to read it), just invited me to a free seminar called Advanced Studies in Freedom. Which will be almost an entire week of libertarian fun (with Greg) at Bryn Mawr college in Pennsylvania. And yes, that photo is of me, in the future, at the Advanced Studies in Freedom conference, awkwardly resting my hand under my chin to look like I'm listening, and wearing a ridiculous hat.

IX. Michael V., the directorial genius who brought my script "The Adventures of Arthur Conan Doyle" to life called me today and essentially gave me a year off from working on the feature length script I was doing for him. It's a script idea that I love, but that I'd rather have on the back-burner for now, which was impossible when he was calling me every day to find out how much progress I was making on it. The conversation was also brief, a rarity with Michael, and exciting. He's pursing a career as a director for commercials, which I think he'll be able to do. Maybe a year from now he'll want me to get back to work on that script for him. And I'll be ready.

X. Oh, and I'mgoingoutwithsomeonebutI'mnotgoingtotalkaboutitherebecauseit'stoosoon. For now I'll just say that I'm happy about it.

XI. And that - one last thing in the good column - WE'RE GOING TO ISRAEL!!! Which more than makes up for me not going to Utah for Wren's wedding. And which is also perhaps symbolic of how my theological thinking has evolved since I started Beat Jeremy Coon last June.

But more on that, later...

Hillary Bryant on Jeremy Coon!

Spring is here, March will be totally over in a week, and how many entries have I written so far this month? Four? Five? Six at most? Maybe seven if I'm lucky?

Okay. I grant that.

But what am I, your guys's slave? And what are you guys? My brother's keeper? If that's the case, then it's Jeremy Coon who is my greatest ally, because at least he doesn't try to keep me chained to my blog when I should be decimating Jeremy Coon by finishing my screenplay and then selling it and then directing it and then having the movie come out the day before my high school reunion and make a million dollars!

Not that I've been working on my screenplay exclusively. I've been living! How can I write about my life when I've been so busy experiencing it? It's a big, crazy world, and you all want me at my computer for every second of the day? So what, I should write my script about someone who sits around his computer all day? That seems like something Jeremy Coon would produce. Uh-uh. Not for me. Live. Then write. Live. Then write some more. If it were up to you all, I'd do nothing but write! And trust me, the quality of this blog would start to suffer.

But I'm back. I would have been back sooner if everyone had been more understanding about my leave of absence. But I am back. For good. And appropriately enough, I'm returning by posting an interview with someone who really knows how to live, even more than I do. Hillary Bryant.

Hillary is so far the first female classmate of mine I’ve interviewed for Beat Jeremy Coon. This is no accident. She is the first female classmate of mine to agree to an interview. Well. Almost....

I knew Hillary mostly in high school, where we took theatre together. I was the whitest Shark in West Side Story. I believe Hillary may have tried out for the part of Maria. But my, how she's changed.

According to MySpace, Hillary is single, straight, only looking for friends, from Dallas, 5'8", Caucasian, Protestant, a Gemini, a drinker, a non-smoker, undecided about whether to have children, and a college graduate. None of these things could I have foreseen in Mrs. Kizer's theatre class Junior and Senior year, where Hillary and I parroted other people's words, pretending to be people we would never be, in places we would never go, in situations we'd never find ourselves. Who could have guessed that after acting like characters for so long, we'd actually grow up to become real characters ourselves? But isn't life just one big stage?

I'll let Hillary Bryant answer that question.

BJC: First tell me a little about yourself. Who are you, where are you, how did you get there, what do you do, what's your life philosophy, and how do we know each other?

Hillary Bryant: I can’t even answer these questions to myself, how am I supposed to tell you? I’m a hedonist right now, so you can imagine how often I think about how my irresponsible behavior will affect the future. No philosophy but enjoying life. We know each other in passing from Dartmouth on, though we were in Computer Science class together in eighth grade with Mr. Schraum’s flaccid son, Mr. Schraum (sp?).

BJC: Are you stuck in a time warp, the exact same person I knew in high school? Or have there been some changes that even you couldn't have foreseen?

Hillary: Nope. Yes.

BJC: For instance, did you have any idea that in 2006, you would be a fan of The Strokes, Death Cab for Cutie, Hot Hot Heat, or Coldplay (which I learned by looking at your MySpace profile)?

Hillary: I’d like to think that my musical tastes have matured.

BJC: If you’ve changed, how have you changed? Any shockers?

Hillary: Shockers, like pregnancy? No. I’ve changed in that fewer things make me respond sarcastically.

BJC: I think it was in 10th grade when Nick Benoit and I performed a scene from Waiting for Godot for the Berkner Talent Show. I got trapped in the tree, the tree got trapped on the stage, and then you had your piano piece next. People were still laughing about me in the tree when you were pouring your heart out through those notes and chords that you’d presumably practiced for years. I heard you were upset about that. Are you still mad?

Hillary: How did you hear about that? I was so guarded in my chagrin. Not mad anymore. And I would like to apologize effusively for ruining your production of the Nerd junior year. I remember Kizer Soze gave you a C when it was my talent who mangled everything. I’m really sorry.

BJC: What's your job? Is this what you imagined yourself doing 9 years after high school?

Hillary: I’m unemployed.

BJC: How did you find yourself back in Dallas? Resignation? Or do you like it there?

Hillary: I was engaged to be married last June. When James and I broke up instead of tying the knot, I felt the need to return to the only place that felt like home and loving acceptance. Mom and Dad live in Dallas, so I came back here. I like it here because it’s familiar and I have friends here. I’ve lived in Lexington, VA, Washington, DC, and St. Louis. I liked it best in DC.

BJC: Do you think you would have moved to Dallas had you grown up somewhere else?

Hillary: That’s a “hell, no!”

BJC: Think you might ever want to leave?

Hillary: Yes, please.

BJC: What do you think will be different about your life by mid-2007?

Hillary: I’ll probably be working. I’ll probably be in Dallas. I’ll probably have a few more nieces and nephews. I’ll probably be the only one in my family who’s unmarried. I’ve determined I’m going to be the crazy aunt who has ten cats, a frumpy wardrobe, and insane ideas about gifts for my family. I can knit, you know.

BJC: What do you wish will be different but probably won't be?

Hillary: Owning a home.

BJC: What was/is your connection to Nick Stevens, Robby Slaughter,
Duncan Gilman and Michael Aiuvalasit? (the first people I interviewed)?

Hillary: Nick: that’s easy. None. Robby: met him at REACH in fourth grade; took driving school with him; had a few classes with him at Berkner; is now a good friend through Leslie Hochman and Duncan. Duncan: was in choir with him at Apollo and Berkner; became friends through theater class (Mr. Farnsworth’s class); once asked him why Jewish people still maintained that the Messiah hadn’t come (I’m a horrible person, but at that time in my life I had a poor filter of thoughts to words); I consider him in the top ten funniest people I’ve ever met. Michael: pretty much same as Duncan. Choir dorks, all of us.

BJC: Who were your best friends in high school and what are they doing now?

Hillary: Leslie: operatic singer, Krissie Shiroma: meteorologist in Iowa, Ben Briggs (maybe, I don’t know): good question, Mandy Osmundsen: lives in CA, think she’s engaged, Kristin Johnson: hm, Elaine Chen: lawyer at the firm where my father was partner.

BJC: Are you in touch with any other Berkner people? If so, who and why and how closely?

Hillary: Yes, my three best friends all went to Berkner. Rachel Coyle, Stephanie Plagens, and Krissie Shiroma. Pretty tight. They knew me when and can put up with me now.

BJC: Do you have any bad memories from Berkner? How should high school have been better? Let me rephrase... If Hillary Bryant been BHS principal, things would have been run a little differently, right?

Hillary: I hated getting beaten from the secretary of the class office by Elizabeth something (cheerleader). Why were some people considered popular when I hadn’t ever met them?

The cafeteria food would have been better, healthier. To be honest, I was in a major bubble of nerdiness in high school, so I don’t know that I have the perspective to answer any questions of improving the school as a whole. I would have like the arts departments to be better funded.

BJC: How did you find out that Jeremy Coon produced Napoleon Dynamite? Was it a shock?

Hillary: Krissie Shiroma told me. Yes, I was completely shocked.

BJC: Of all people to make it big from our school, did you ever suspect it might be Jeremy Coon?

Hillary: Again: shocked!

BJC: Under your favorite books on MySpace, you say “Mysteries and historical fiction.” It sure is a mystery how Jeremy Coon came to be so famous, isn’t it! Would you say his triumph is also quite possibly a historical fiction?

Hillary: That’s leading question. I would say, yes, it’s fiction started by some bored sociopath who has a hit list that dates back to elementary school except that the truth is attested to by several reputable sources.

BJC: What was better? Napoleon Dynamite or my senior year play, Good-Bye to the Clown?

Hillary: Can’t say.

BJC: How would you compare Berkner people to the rest of the world now that you've lived and seen it all? Are we different?

Hillary: We’re whiter.

BJC: Is there anything that stands out about Berkner that might account for so many success and near-success stories?

Hillary: Beef and grain. We’re healthy specimen fed on good ol’ morality and strong winds of courage.

BJC: Looking at your MySpace profile, I see that Gross Pointe Blank is one of your favorite movies. So I gather you're pretty obsessed with high school reunions? Are you pretty obsessed with our high school reunion?

Hillary: I am. I can’t wait to see people and how they’ve fared. I like making contact with old friends who have lost touch. If life is a string, catching up with old friends is plucking at chords. (I’m so poetic!)

BJC: High school reunions are basically a time for showing off what you've done with your life. How do you think you'll fare at the Berkner class of '97 10-year reunion?

Hillary: Poorly. But I’ll have a damn good time.

BJC: Do high school reunions matter? Does the prospect of one make you want to try harder? Will you even go?

Hillary: I will make every effort to go. The only thing is that I’ll have to bring friends with me. I couldn’t face it alone. Dude, we graduated with 630 other people, and if only half show up, how will I find certain people in a crowd like that?

BJC: Are you at all concerned with Jeremy Coon basically blasting us all out of the water by being the producer of such a fantastically successful movie and going on to produce The Sasquatch Dumpling Gang and God knows what else by summer 2007?

Hillary: I have never heard of this Dumpling movie.

BJC: Is there anyone from Berkner that you are trying to "beat" in the way I'm attempting to beat Jeremy Coon?

Hillary: Can’t say I am.

BJC: Jensen Ackles is another high profile Berkner success story. Did you ever watch him on "Days of Our Lives"? Do you watch him now on the WB hit series Supernatural?

Hillary: Yes. No. I don’t have cable right now.

BJC: Who deserves to have his ass (figuratively) kicked more: Jeremy Coon or Jensen Ackles?

Hillary: Wow. Good question. Who deserves it more? I think only karma can answer that.

BJC: As far as raw talent goes, is there anyone you know who deserves to make it big but can't quite get it together?

Hillary: The Lovell brothers. Did you know Mark? You must remember Ryan. Lara Lovell’s brothers. They were so funny and really dedicated to theater.

[Ed’s note: I knew of the Lovell brothers, and was mildly interested in them, but only because I had a crush on Lara Lovell.]

BJC: What did you think of Napoleon Dynamite?

Hillary: Quirky.

BJC: Have you or would you ever wear a Vote for Pedro T-shirt? Or are you more of a "Pedro Lacks Political Experience" kind of woman?

Hillary: I thought of buying one for my fiancé, but I’d never buy one for myself. It seems a little. . .

BJC: What Berkner grads have you talked to who know of Jeremy Coon's success? Were they impressed?

Hillary: The above-mentioned friends and my sisters. There were a number of Coon boys who went to the same schools that my sisters and you and I did. They were impressed in a “local boy makes it big way” until I remind them that Jeremy was a humanish Pillsbury dough boy with scabs.

BJC: You also list “Much Ado About Nothing” (Dir. Kenneth Branagh) as one of your favorite movies on MySpace. Would you say that perfectly describes the praise Jeremy Coon has received for accomplishments? “Much Ado About Nothing”?

Hillary: Yes.

BJC: Are you as excited about The Sasquatch Dumpling Gang as I am?

Hillary: No.

[Ed’s note to self: Remember Journalism School? Never ask yes/no questions!]

BJC: How well did you know Jeremy Coon in middle school? What was he like then?

Hillary: Not at all. We moved in very different circles. (I can be politic, too. But wait.)

BJC: How well did you know Jeremy Coon in high school? Was he still the same old Jeremy? Or was the possibility of world conquest already fomenting and straining his relations with the little people?

Hillary: See above.

BJC: How did Jeremy Coon functional socially? Did he have a lot of friends? A lot of enemies? Did he ever seem to be dating anyone? Did he ever get into any fights? What did people think of him? Was he cool or was he a nerd? And if he was a nerd, was he, as Nick Stevens suggests in his interview, a "predator among the nerds... who ruled with an iron fist"?

Hillary: I only knew him in elementary school. Wasn’t he on the football team? I’m sure he dated someone. I remember his being not so much a nerd as a socially inept waste of space (and a big one at that).

BJC: Michael Aiuvalasit told me in his interview that you had a funny story about Jeremy Coon. Do tell!

Hillary: He was the only one who couldn’t finish the 12-minute, one-mile walk/run in the President’s Challenge in sixth grade.

BJC: Did Jeremy Coon ever ask you out?

Hillary: No.

BJC: What sort of cliques did Jeremy hang around? Who were his closest friends?

Hillary: Did he have friends?

BJC: I hear he was close with Bonnie Coover, the girl who broke my heart forever in seventh grade, and then stole it and never gave it back. In its place she put a stone. Did you know her? Did she say why she broke up with me?

Hillary: Yes, and I liked her. She hung out with Michelle something. Sorry about the stone-heart, but I didn’t know about it at the time.

BJC: What's your feeling about the Berkner community reaction to Jeremy Coon? Is he a hero to us? Has he finally given Berkner the credibility it's long been seeking? Or is he a blight, a menace?

Hillary: In our culture of ennui, yes, he’s a respected leader. No, Jensen beat him to it.

BJC: On your MySpace Profile, under “heroes”, you say: “I don't believe in having a personal hero. Every person has faults. Once I learn about the foibles of someone whose actions I respect, I cynically dismiss her/him and anything great s/he accomplished.” Does this mean that Jeremy Coon is not your hero? If you believed in heroes, would I be closer to your hero than him?

Hillary: Actually, I wrote “I don't believe in having a personal hero. Every person has faults. Once I learn about the foibles of someone whose actions I respect, I cynically dismiss him and anything great he accomplished.” Jeremy Coon couldn’t be a hero. What socially, economically, culturally, or philosophically enriched thing has he accomplished? Yes, you’re definitely closer to hero status. Damn the man!

BJC: What do you make of Jeremy Coon saying (after high school, but before Napoleon Dynamite), "Rhys was so weird in high school, he was an untouchable, even to me"? Was I an untouchable?!?

Hillary: Standoffish, maybe.

BJC: Standoffish?! How so?

Hillary: (No response)

BJC: Did you see any similarities between Jeremy Coon and the character of Napoleon Dynamite?

Hillary: No, how could there be? He didn’t write himself into the script, and the writers are much funnier than he.

BJC: Did you know that Jeremy Coon was a Mormon? Does it make sense in retrospect? Do you think he was hiding it?

Hillary: Yes.

BJC: What have your experiences with Mormons been like?

Hillary: Missy Franco and I were friends. She was really fun. I had a crush on a Mormon. But he was in love with Megan Kaney-Francis. Think that’s about it. Oh, wait. I was on duty as the house manager at an event featuring religious music and prayer for Texas youth. There was a lot of hugging and flirting. But everyone was very polite.

BJC: I once considered converting to Mormonism to beat Jeremy Coon with his own tools. I've kind of let that plan fall by the wayside. Should I revive it?

Hillary: Does he embrace his faith? If so, do it! If not, beat him by denying everything that smells of religion.

BJC: By the time our high school reunion rolls around, will everyone at Berkner already know that Jeremy Coon is the big success story? Are they going to be clinging to him?

Hillary: Hm. Yes.

BJC: Will Jeremy Coon use his newfound celebrity to seduce a former high school crush? If so, who might that be?

Hillary: Oh, definitely Craig Overby.

BJC: Or will “Lost” (one of your favorite TV shows, according to your MySpace profile) be an apt description for Jeremy Coon when it comes to his showdown with me?

Hillary: I think you have beaten him.

BJC: Do you think there are any contenders from our class of '97 who might possibly out-success Jeremy Coon? If so, who and how?

Hillary: Once again, I have poor prophetic powers, but I would guess Leslie.

BJC: Do you think Jeremy Coon will even appear at our high school reunion? Why or why not?

Hillary: If I know Jeremy Coon, he will make an especial effort to seek the glory of come-uppance from fellow Rams. His success as an independent film financier has been drilled into his head from the time he was able to understand what a toilet’s for.

BJC: Have you accomplished everything you hoped you would since high school?

Hillary: No.

BJC: In what ways has your life not lived up to your post-high school graduation expectations?

Hillary: I wish I were employed.

BJC: In what ways is your life better than what you expected?

Hillary: I never thought I’d get to study in London.

BJC: I see you were a voice major in school. Could you write me a song about Jeremy Coon and then sing it?

Hillary: Yes. If you’ll provide two verses and a chorus, I’ll get it together. With accompaniment.

BJC: I know it's up to me, and of course I have a plan, but do you have any suggestions for what, precisely, I should do to beat Jeremy Coon?

Hillary: Murder for hire comes to mind. But if we’re thinking legally? What about a book arguing for the destruction of the LSD faith. It’s a sham, you know.

BJC: What about my Beat Jeremy Coon blog itself? It's fairly time-consuming when I'm actually working on it. Is it counter-productive to my goal?

Hillary: Keep it up. Right, it’s time-consuming, but if you maintain it, you’ll maintain the momentum of your movement. And when you write your book on the success of a grass-roots campaign to overthrow an undeserved hero, you’ll have most of it written.

BJC: What's the road to success? Or are there many?

Hillary: If I knew that, wouldn’t I be a success? Plus, what’s your definition? I’m successful at getting drunk every weekend and having a blast. But most people outside of Australians would consider me a success.

BJC: In your last MySpace message to me, you wrote, “I have an original script of the Simpson's episode ‘Homer goes to college.’” Is this true?

Hillary: Yes. My friend works for the talent agency which represents Julie Kavner, and he found three scripts in their script library. He sent them to me as a gesture of friendship, I think.

BJC: Tell me everything else you can think of about Jeremy Coon.

Hillary: His mother looks like a Teutonic warrior princess. She’s a subscriber to the Richardson Symphony Orchestra. One of his brothers works as a doctor in bariatrics. Jeremy was not the most impressive or stellar student. He has ugly teeth. Yeah, I think he was a bully, but not a very good one.

Thanks, Hillary!

What history will say about Rhys Southan and Beat Jeremy Coon

"He updated his blog as much as he could reasonably have been expected to update it." That's what history will say.

Pure Food and Wine, Part 2 in a 5-Part BJC Miniseries

When I think of Pure Food and Wine, there's a single image that comes to mind more than any other.

Rows upon rows, stacks aside stacks of these.

And one that looked kind of like this.

Except that it was human sized. And was always dehydrating nothing but almonds.

Before I continue with the human element of this story, I should explain the theory behind raw foods a little more.

Raw food's essential premise is that cooking foods destroys their enzymes - the main component within foods that helps our bodies digest them. The necessity of keeping enzymes intact is what the entire diet hinges upon. But few people want to eat nothing but room temperature raw fruits and vegetables. So by dehydrating food instead of cooking it, you can heat it to the point just below where enzymes are killed (allegedy 118 degrees), thus permitting the preparation of fancy, creative dishes that are warm and kind of cooked, yet still possible to digest.

Dehydration is a brilliant countermove against nature if it's true that food enzymes are so vital for digestion. "Ha! I'll let them discover fire but punish them with indigestion and early obliteration if they try to use it on the fruits of the earth," God must have laughed to himself when he created this world. Little did he realize that hundreds of years later, we'd pull one over on Him... with the Dehydrator!

The Raw Food diet is a complete fraud, though, if food enzymes immediately get destroyed in our bodies and serve no purpose in human digestion. Which is what some studies have shown (though most recommend a diet of cooked and raw foods), and would make a room full of dehydrators whirring away at 116 degrees seem mighty absurd.

Veggie burgers and hotdogs are one thing. Those are basically convenient foods for staying vegan at a BBQ; they taste a lot like their animal counterparts, are filling, and easy to heat up. Raw food goes well beyond this to the realm of lasagna with marinated eggplant noodles and cheese made out of a thousand different nuts, "bread" made out of flaxseed that takes 24 hours to dehydrate, sushi rice made out of jicama and pinenuts, and ravioli wrappers made from squished dehydrated coconut. The "tacos" at Pure Food and Wine look more like those Choco Tacos you get from the ice cream man than a normal taco, or even a veggie taco with soy meat in it.

As far as I knew, nobody at Pure Food and Wine was purely raw, and the one real raw foodist I've known (if you'll remember Robin from my alpaca days) would have to abstain from dinner gatherings if there was no fruit, but then would have cheese and steak binges on full moons and holidays. From my experience, Raw Foodism hardly seems like a viable lifestyle.

The first time I saw the giant man-sized dehydrator was on a preliminary tour of Pure Food and Wine, when I was first considering working there. Rebecca took us to the back kitchen, and there there it stood, sucking the water out of hundreds of almonds. Joe was the first to notice the temperature of the oven... 119 degrees. "Don't enzymes die at 118 degrees," Joe asked innocently.

Rebecca ran to the dehydrator and frantically turned it down three degrees.

No more was said, but the obvious fact hung in the air. Wasn't turning the dehydrator down at this point all for appearances? Every almond in there was now already a dead almond. The vitality that had existed in that almond at 116 degrees was utterly wiped out three degrees later. Enzmes? Gone. Vitamins? A memory. Minerals? Nowhere within a hundred feet. Digestabilty? Nil.

If Rebecca believed in Raw Foods, and the Pure Food and Wine philosophy, wouldn't she have thrown out the whole batch?

I don't know, but there the almonds remained, with the temperature reading a raw-friendly 116 degrees, the secret safe with us. "A few dead almonds aren't going to hurt anybody, are they?" I rationalized.

It was only later that I learned through the grapevine that the dehydrators at Pure Food and Wine would regularly go above the 116 safety cut-off. Seems I wasn't the only raw food skeptic at Pure Food afterall.

Stay tuned tomorrow... for Part 3.

New York Failure #4: Pure Food and Wine (Part One)

Acknowledgements: This will be the first in my series of posts on jobs I failed at or failed to get in New York.

Now that carrie.anne has been fired from pure food and wine, I can finally write the post I've been wanting to write for ages.

pure food and wine sucks! (Part One)

How would I know? I worked there for three days. Yes, Angelica Kitchen. You suspected it, and here's the public confession you've been dreading. I was spending time with another vegan restaurant. A raw one, potentially satisfying needs that you never could. But I was never going to leave you for it. And I didn't. And now I hate them, and anything that has to do with them. Besides carrie.anne, because she only used to work there. And Ron, because he's cool. So everything's forgiven, right? No, I'm telling you. It's forgiven.

It happened at the end of last year. I remember this, because I went to the pure food and wine Christmas party right before I was to start working. God, there were a lot of drunk raw food apologists at that Christmas party.

I really didn't mean to start working at another vegan restaurant. I'd decided that if I were ever to leave Angelica Kitchen, or even just cheat on it, there was no point in doing it with another restaurant. Why waste time looking for another food job when I already had the perfect one?

But carrie.anne, who worked at Pure Food (More like Schmure Schmood!) at the time, got to me at just the right second. I had cut my Angelica shifts down to three a week, and hadn't quite figured out for sure how I was going to make up for the lost money.

Originally, I thought I could use the time off to find a better paying job and work on my writing. And it seemed like it was paying off, because Peter wanted me to write for ScriptBuddy 10 hours a week, which would have fit into my new schedule perfectly.

But that wasn't starting for a few more weeks, and I was kind of worried about Christmas and Hanukkah debt. I could have requested more shifts at Angelica, but after all the work it took to trim them down, no way was I going to plead to Gary for the old schedule. Plus, I was afraid I might be getting sick of Angelica food, and variety seemed like a good idea.

"All right, carrie.anne. I'll work for your little restaurant," I said. "As long as I only have to work 2 days a week."

What terrible, fateful words!

I met with Rebecca, the kitchen manager type person. She seemed nice enough, but I noticed something ominous. She was sanpaku. Perhaps the most sanpaku person I'd ever seen, next to my friend Peter, who is diabetic.

Everyone knows what sanpaku means, right? We're all on the same page? Oh, alright, in case there are any strangers reading...

From The Skeptic's Dictionary.

Sanpaku is a Japanese term that literally means “three areas empty.” Some people believe that it is a sign of physical and spiritual imbalance if the white of the eye can be seen between the pupil and the lower lid as the subject looks forward.

Such a condition is called sanpaku and those afflicted with it are said to be recognizable by their "chronic fatigue, low sexual vitality, poor instinctive reactions, bad humor, inability to sleep soundly and lack of precision in thought and action." The cure is a macrobiotic diet.

I'm not macrobiotic, but if it weren't for always microwaving my food, I mostly would be. I have always been interested in a raw diet, though, and would ask all the food authorities I could about it.

When I was working at Casa de Luz, the macrobiotic restaurant in Austin, I once asked my fellow employee Steve for his take. He hated raw foodists, which surprised me. The only point of his I remember, kind of specious when you think about it, was that raw foodists tend to be bald. But he was bald!

I came to discover that macrobiotics and raw foods, even while being mostly vegan diets, were completely at odds with no overlap whatsoever. None. If it's raw, it's not macrobiotic. And if it's macrobiotic, it's not raw. Raw foodism, from a macrobiotic perspective, is even worse than a meat and potatoes type diet, because it's one of the most extreme diets of all. It's pure yin.

And I'm not even going to bother explaining that.

I'll just say that Rebecca being sanpaku fit the macrobiotic theory perfectly. And I should have bolted the moment I looked into her eyes.

I didn't, though, because there is something hypnotic about the eyes of one who is so spiritually and physically devastated. Their eyes are rolling into the back of their heads, like zombies. They're so young, yet look so close to death. They're halfway to heaven, yet seem to have their feet so firmly planted on earth. It's dangerous. It's thrilling. It's magnetic.

"I'll work here," I informed Rebecca. And she seemed happy. Little did I realize, she was man hungry. And I was just about to enter her inescapable, dehydrator-lined lair.

And so ends Part One! I wasn't going to end the post here originally, but then I got really lazy, yet still wanted the satisfaction of seeing something new up on Beat Jeremy Coon today. You'll get your precious Part 2 tomorrow. I promise.