Theme week [beards], day 6: Jason Momoa, Very few actors with more hair week wear more for their day jon. And he wears it all very well.
Shiny n bright!
Studio Fridays: “I’m Exhausted!”
“I’m exhausted!” is a good way to start a conversation because everyone usually agrees and can empathize. It’s a way to get to the gut of it. The human condition, I mean.
The opposite approach would be a good sociological experiment. Smile big and lead in with a full chested, “I’m so well rested!” Be prepared for befuddled looks of amazement.
People brag about the wrong things. Taking naps is an extremely underrated luxury.
Right now I am so tired that my face feels like a heavy mask that’s ready to slip off and expose my blobfish brain, which is throwing itself against my forehead in tiny sporadic fits. The mucus in my eyeballs feels like it’s made of slow drying Elmer’s glue.
I was in Harlem last night rehearsing a sketch about landing on Mars with Jon. He is great. To get there I left dinner early from a place where the waiters all try to walk out with the food at the same time and put it on the table for everyone like it’s some kind of magic trick.
I finished the night at a strange bar with velvet ropes that made it unclear who was being kept from whom. Most of that time I was trying to slide a metal disk across a sandy plank of wood for points. At some juncture we stopped keeping score. It was charming how difficult the game was to master- so delicate and so meaningless.
Tilda Swinton sometimes sleeps in a big plastic box at art galleries and recently she did it at the MoMA. Good work Tilda - I am for this. I don’t want to hear an explanation of it. It makes sense.
Exhaustion distorts your perception of quality. It shouldn’t be trusted. Halfbaked, undercooked ideas feel qualified. They feel ‘good enough’… even better for their lack of completion. The willingness to leave before the job was finished- before the surface was even scratched.
When I first played with Kobe — they call him the Black Mamba — but then he was doing like a little snake sound when he wanted the ball. It was crazy. It was crazy. It’s like tsssss, tsssss. Like fishing. Tsssss, tssss. He do that. Everybody tells you he’s gonna do it before you play him — like, ‘Wait till you hear him do this.’ And then he [does] it, and it’s like, what? He’s really a mamba. It sounds like some kind of snake.