I have a long history with being right. When I was a kid, I was right all the time. Knew the answers, knew why I knew the answers, knew what the next questions would be. Moving all the time meant I was always being given another series of placement tests, and I knew what those would be like, too.
I didn’t know everything, but I found a way to be right about what I did know.
One of the cruelest (and probably best) things about getting older is I find I’m not right as often. In fact, these days I’m usually wrong. I’ve found that my main tool for always being right — my memory — isn’t doing its job as well as it used to. I don’t think I’m getting dumber, I think I’m starting to understand how much more I just don’t know, and because there are all these things I don’t know, I can’t possibly be completely right about what I do know anymore. The bravado I needed to be sure and confident through my teens and twenties isn’t necessary right now. In fact, I seem to need to not know things in order to learn anything anymore. I have to enjoy being wrong.
Because I’m wrong a lot, I now really appreciate when I’m right. When I know I’m right, anyway. I can have a hunch I’m right, but when I’m right with facts and proof, it’s a pretty good feeling, as it doesn’t happen as often as it used to. Probably because I no longer spend much time taking math tests. Continue reading
Song: “Ain’t No Other Man”
Christina Aguilera must be exhausted.
Song: “B-Boy Bouillabaisse”
Aw, iPod. You knew I was in a crap mood this morning, and your first song is a little love song to me. Thank you.
There isn’t a foul mood that can’t be cured with a little Paul’s Boutique. And when I hit play, my iPod launched right into the album’s longest track. Like a little B-Boy hug from my main homey.
Song: “She’s Crafty”
I’m working with my office door open, risking getting caught dancing in my chair. But my room is way down at the end of a hall, and the only people who usually pass me are in casting — they are already well aware of my singing and goofball dancing.
Song: “So Whatcha Want”
We were recapping the VMA’s for TWoP last night, at a certain point, probably in the middle of hearing a Ying Yang Twin shout “Haaaang” or when I’d heard the millionth whistle as a way to keep a beat, I just… I just lost it. I got so sad for music, and how hard it is to find something good for free. For free, you know what I mean? Turn on the radio, and the sound coming out doesn’t suck. This is a very difficult thing to do. Continue reading
Catch the Beastie Boys on this tour if you can because it was seriously a lot of fun.
“We go way back,” Diamond says [about this tour]. “We do some songs from ‘Toys in the Attic,’ ‘Rocks,’ ‘Dream On.’ ”
Yauch chimes in: ” ‘Destroyer.'”
“We also do some of our newer songs that we feel really proud of like, ‘Dude Looks Like a Lady,’ ” Diamond says.
I am so tired.
I should be working on the book. It’s open. I read a few pages here and there, and decide it’s the worst thing I’ve ever written, as it’s about that time during the first draft that one decides these things. It’s hard to focus. We finished shooting the pilot today, spending many hours in the hot sun. It’s embarrassing to say how exhausted the sun can make you. There were people on the set in charge of lugging heavy boxes and equipment. They were covered in sweat, burning under the sun. And I’m shielding my eyes, trying to rewrite a line for the ending, complaining about how my feet hurt. Not the same thing at all. Continue reading