It’s exhausting work . . .
Notes from the Golden Orange
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STATE COLLEGE, Pa. — When Bridget Winch went to parties at Kappa Delta Rho, she observed one rule: Never go upstairs.
That merits a feature article in the Washington Post? She’s the only woman who’s figured that out? If I had a daughter, I’d like to think she’d have at least that much sense, maybe a little more.
Here’s another idea: go upstairs and blame whatever happens on the fraternity, the fraternity system and our entire American society.
Or if nothing happens, make something up.
Two months after fitness expert and reality TV star Greg Plitt was killed by a Metrolink train in California, another personal trainer was struck and killed Tuesday in Georgia by a freight train.
Achilles Williams, 30, a popular Atlanta-area personal trainer, was skipping rope near the train tracks filming a YouTube workout video when he was sideswiped by a speeding freight train, a spokesperson at the Fulton County coroner’s office confirms to PEOPLE.
On this date 21 years ago — July 28, 1993 — our son Casey was born.
On his first birthday, we took him to Chuck E Cheese. On his 21st birthday, he’s in San Francisco having dinner with his girlfriend so we have to wish him a happy birthday over the phone.
“I remember the day you were born like it was last week,” I say. “I was an integral part of it.”
“Yeah, so was I,” he says.
Right, but he doesn’t remember it like I do. And I don’t want to mention it on his special day, but he didn’t really do anything either. His mom and I did all the work and yet he gets all the glory and recognition. Think about that.
“Happy birthday. I love you.”
Have you seen this? This is absolute genius . . .
Also featuring the USC Marching Band horn section . . .
[See You in Hell is a feature by our guest blogger, Satan — PE]
“It put a smile on my face that finally [Donald Sterling] would be unable to deny the racist allegations against him,” said Carl Douglas, a lawyer who represented former Clippers general manager Elgin Baylor in a lawsuit against Sterling.
Carl Douglas is best known as a member of the O.J. Simpson defense team. O.J. Simpson has done some regrettable things, like murdering a couple of white people, but at least he’s never made negative remarks about Magic Johnson photos on Instagram.
See you in Hell . . .
P.S. Carl Douglas the lawyer should not be confused with Carl Douglas the “Kung Fu Fighting” singer. Him, I like.
My piano teacher asks me if there are any pieces I want to learn . . .
“How about . . . ?” and here I name a piece by Chopin.
“This one?” she asks and starts to play it.
“Well, it sounds quite impressive but I think if you break it down it’s just arpeggios and thirds.”
“No, it’s not just thirds,” she says and starts to play it again to show me. “And that’s with the left hand. Do you think you can play that with your left hand?”
“My left hand’s not very good.”
“So that one is too hard.”
“OK, how about . . . ?” and here I name another piece by Chopin.
“That’s the only piece that’s harder than the first one.”
“How about this?” I ask, and play a YouTube video on my phone.
“What is that?”
“It’s from a film called The Piano.”
“Is that New Age music? It’s not classical music.”
“Is that bad?”
“IT’S TOO EASY! YOU COULD SIGHT-READ IT!”
I was watching a Paul Barton YouTube video about piano practice . . . he said that when someone asked Horowitz how he’s able to play so many difficult pieces, Horowitz replied, “You just got to really want to.”
That seems like excellent advice. It’s short, just a few words . . . you can remember it without even trying to. And I think it could be applied to almost any endeavor.
Imagine someone listening to Horowitz and thinking, “Wow, that’s great! I’d give anything to be able to play like that!”
But he wouldn’t really give anything. He wants to play like Horowitz but he doesn’t really want to play like Horowitz. He doesn’t want to practice 20 hours a day and give up everything else in his life.
In any endeavor, reaching a goal often requires more than someone is willing to give . . . not more than they are able to give but more than they are willing to give.
When you watch someone perform, you’re seeing them at the top of their game. When they score the winning point or sell their company for millions — you’re seeing them in their moment of glory. What you don’t see is the thousands of hours of preparation. You don’t see the self doubt, the lost sleep, the lonely nights spent working. You don’t see the moment they started. The moment they were just like you, wondering how they could ever be good.
We went to a comedy show at the Irvine Improv on Friday night. Gilbert Gottfried was the headliner. I happened to recognize one of the comedians, David Angelo, sitting in the back of the room before the show — I’m a fan of his work on Twitter and YouTube — and he was gracious enough to pose for a photo taken by my wife:
Now you might say that’s not a very good photo, but it is recognizable as two human beings, which is more than you could say before I spent an hour working it over in Photoshop . . .