Beat Jeremy Coon

I graduated from Berkner High School in 1997. So did Jeremy Coon. I went on to co-write a musical that all my friends in Austin saw. Jeremy Coon went on to produce Napoleon Dynamite. Our high school reunion is in two years. I know I'm better than Jeremy Coon. But in two years, I have to prove it. I have to beat Jeremy Coon.

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What I've Got So Far

  • Who is Jim Holt?
  • The Adventures of Arthur Conan Doyle
  • Sean Connery Golf Project
  • Interviewing Christopher Hitchens
  • The World Star Gazette
  • First Place in FreedomAds
  • I was on Siskel & Ebert
  • I Met Brad Pitt
  • My Name is Rare
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  • Julian Sanchez
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  • Duncan Gilman
  • The Stalwart
  • Emily Deprang
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Today in retrospect: thumbs up or thumbs down?

I didn't get as much done today as I hoped. The culpript? A one hour nap in the middle of the day. I'm so pissed at myself. Here's the problem with sleep: In your dreams, you do all these things, meet all these people, and create all this stuff... but then you wake up and it's gone. And even when you fall asleep again later, you start over in new dream lands. Probably with your teeth falling out and monsters chasing you the whole time. The stuff you do while you're awake, however, lasts forever. So if any of you catch me napping, wake me up immediately!

I did do something good today, though. I got a second job, working as a part time children's book editor for an eccentric old woman who is obsessed with crias.

But here's the best part about today -- I found two hairs on my chest! Besides around my nipples, I've never before had chest hair. Rachel, Rachel, aren't you proud of me? One week in New York, and already I'm becoming a man!

June 23, 2005 in Disappointment and Failure | Permalink | Comments (5)

Day 4 in Brooklyn

Today I got a job at Angelica's Kitchen, brainstormed short film ideas with my director friend Michael, went to a bbq, and hung out with my brother and his girlfriend. I could have done better.

My fatal flaw was subway arrogance. "Name a street," I demanded of a startled stranger. "I'll tell you which lines go to it, if the lines have an unusual weekend and/or night schedule, what stops come before and after that stop, and if you can get there from here." Then I promptly walked onto the D-train going North when what I wanted was the A train going South. I probably wasted about 3 hours in transit thanks to walking onto trains without actually looking at them.

The day could have been less productive. I could have gone to a party. I did get a job, and making money doing something that I like - even if it doesn't directly involve becoming more accomplished and impressive in every way than Jeremy Coon - is the most important top ten immediate steps. Right now I have to be an employee and work on creative stuff on the side. It's the only way. True, if I had no job I could just spend all my time working on musicals and comic strips and poems. But after a while of no food water shelter or friends, I would die. Vegan restaurant job + all my free time spent writing = there's no stopping me.

Carrie.anne tried to stop me tonight - she invited me to a party. It didn't work. Thankfully I'd had a conversation with Brooke earlier at the bbq that made me less vulnerable to such temptations. We discussed the merits of working the night shift at Anglica's (5 p.m. to midnight), a big one being that I could skip most parties that way because I'd be working (except those damn parties that start at "party o'clock." I hate those parties!). Brooke agreed: "You're 26. You've been to enough parties. It's time to think about your career." THANK you, Brooke! I'm so glad someone finally understands. Obviously she's seen Napoleon Dynamite.

You want the honest to god reason I didn't go to the party? I was chilling with my brother, playing that Japanese video game where you collect junk on a giant ball.

June 19, 2005 in Disappointment and Failure | Permalink | Comments (2)

Multi-tasking my way to incredibleness

Today I peeled the seal off my box of rice milk at the same time I was grinding my flaxseed. Then, to keep the efficiency going even though I was done multi-tasking the rice milk, I stirred my cereal as I finished grinding the flaxseed. But then I ended up grinding the flaxseed longer than I usually would have so I could finish the grinding and stirring at the same time. I really don't know how much time I saved with this strategy. It might actually have been counter-productive.

June 18, 2005 in Disappointment and Failure | Permalink | Comments (1)

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