I just read this retardedly good article by Dave Eggers from I don’t even know when. Like, I know. You guys. I know. I love Dave Eggers and I am already a parody of myself. But just read the article first before you say anything to me about how I like Dave Eggers so much it’s a cliche. Just read it. Did you read it? Did you? Read it. I’ll wait.
Okay. So you probably didn’t read it yet because it’s really long but if you did read it I’m really happy that you did.
Nobody would ever argue that Dave Eggers is not self-aware. That’s his thing. So of course he knows how hipsters feel about him. And this article seems to be in response to that, or something like it. In a nutshell: hipsters used to like Dave Eggers and then he became popular and now they do not like him. When I wrote an adaptation of Dave Eggers short stories and produced it in the New York Fringe a girl, a stranger, found out about it and wrote a blog post about how I was everything wrong in the world. I wrote a theatrical adaptation of the work of an uncool author and thus I was ruining her day/life. I responded by emailing her a link to a positive review of my play and inviting her to come to the show. She, shockingly, agreed to come. I, in an unfortunate/gratifying turn of events, had to tell her that the rest of the shows were sold out so she couldn’t come. I’m not proud of how gratifying that was. Anyway, I wanted her to come. But she couldn’t. But the thing about the play I wrote was that in the end, theoretically, some people said, it made them happy. And I wanted to make that girl happy in spite of (because of?) the fact that she had made me so unhappy. I’m trying to take steps toward positivity.
This goes back to what I was saying about reviewing plays here. Reviews are great. But not for me. And judgment is great too… or if not great, necessary. But sometimes I think maybe there isn’t good or bad art. There is just art and not art. But who’s to say what is or isn’t? Just let it all be and take it in.
I really liked this part:
“The thing is, I really like saying yes. I like new things, projects, plans, getting people together and doing something, trying something, even when it’s corny or stupid. I am not good at saying no. And I do not get along with people who say no. When you die, and it really could be this afternoon, under the same bus wheels I’ll stick my head if need be, you will not be happy about having said no. You will be kicking your ass about all the no’s you’ve said. No to that opportunity, or no to that trip to Nova Scotia or no to that night out, or no to that project or no to that person who wants to be naked with you but you worry about what your friends will say.”
I love it when Dave Eggers talks about sex. He makes it feel so wholesome. It is kind of wholesome, isn’t it? When it’s right?
I have been trying to say yes lately. To see plays, to go out, to take spinning classes, to cook dinner, to do more work, more writing, more music listening, more friend communicating. It’s hard at first but then it gets easy! Try it you guys!
On that note, spinning is really one of the best things I’ve done in a long time. You should try it.