I WISH I HAD THAT
people sometimes ask me what i was like in college. it’s hard to explain. this will help.
i recently stumbled into someone from my alma mater, harris danow, on a plane. we lived in the same big society house (eclectic, at wesleyan university) for a few semesters but barely knew each other. we chatted on the plane for a second, exchanged emails.
then he emailed me this. i asked him if i could share it with you. he said yes. it sums up a lot.
Super cool running into you at 40,000 feet. Not just because I’m a huge fan of what you do (and how you do it), but cause you left a big impression on me at Wes.
That may sound strange. I didn’t know you much beyond some short hangs. My insecurity peaked that freshman year lingering around Eclectic. I was always hyper conscious of what I was wearing or saying, trying to impress by name-dropping The Magnetic Fields or whatever. I cringe thinking about it, although most people played some version of that game.
But you didn’t. You did your own fucking thing.
You were committed to being yourself at all costs. Even when you got shit for it—and I’m sure you got plenty—you did it anyway. And I admired that. It made you insanely attractive. Now you do it for a living and the whole world gets to see.
A memory that’s always stuck with me: One night I slept over your corner room (nothing happened). I woke up and used your phone to call Zack Whedon, making plans to meet him at MoCon. When I hung up you were on the bed looking at me.
“You can just call your friend and ask him to meet you for breakfast like that?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, not sure what you were getting at.
“I wish I had that.”
Pretty sure you do now.
Love and Southern Comfort,
(harris is now working in LA as a writer. he’s @harrisdanow on twitter.)
I think maybe you had it already in some part and you didn’t realize it. I know I considered you a friend. And it sounds like Harris did, too.