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I'm often amused by those who try to put what it is we do, as actors, into some gigantic greater world-context. All things considered, we're no more important than the children I see in the park two streets over from my house, running around playing Pirates of the Carribean on the playset that, if you squint, and look at it through the eyes of a ten year old, could maybe look a little like the Black Pearl.
It just burns me to hear things like method thrown around so cavalierly. There's not a lot of method to what we do. Not a lot of work, either. I hate to think that I might piss off Sean Penn with statements like this; we've all seen that he's got precious little in the way of sense of humor when it comes to his profession (Sorry, Penn, but Chris Rock was just making a joke at the Oscars. Lighten up, man.)
I stood there, watching the kids run and jump and play-fight for about two hours, smoking one cigarette after another and flicking the butts into the nearest garbage can after carefully knocking the cherries off on the bottom of my boot.
I envy kids a lot, you know? To be able to look at things with the fresh, un-jaded eyes of a 10 year old is a beautiful gift that we all eventually end up losing. Except maybe Michael Jackson. Maybe him. Who knows anymore?
Once I came back down to Earth, I remembered why I'd left the house to begin with. Bagels. The bakery's always making fresh batches in the afternoon, especially for me. Perk of being a regular customer. I wanted to share some with Toni when she woke up.
It's the simple joys that get you through the day. A freshly baked bagel, smeared with honey butter. The joy of a child's laugh as he pretends to be a pirate on the monkey bars. The smile of a beautiful woman when she's just waking up.
Simple things.
It just burns me to hear things like method thrown around so cavalierly. There's not a lot of method to what we do. Not a lot of work, either. I hate to think that I might piss off Sean Penn with statements like this; we've all seen that he's got precious little in the way of sense of humor when it comes to his profession (Sorry, Penn, but Chris Rock was just making a joke at the Oscars. Lighten up, man.)
I stood there, watching the kids run and jump and play-fight for about two hours, smoking one cigarette after another and flicking the butts into the nearest garbage can after carefully knocking the cherries off on the bottom of my boot.
I envy kids a lot, you know? To be able to look at things with the fresh, un-jaded eyes of a 10 year old is a beautiful gift that we all eventually end up losing. Except maybe Michael Jackson. Maybe him. Who knows anymore?
Once I came back down to Earth, I remembered why I'd left the house to begin with. Bagels. The bakery's always making fresh batches in the afternoon, especially for me. Perk of being a regular customer. I wanted to share some with Toni when she woke up.
It's the simple joys that get you through the day. A freshly baked bagel, smeared with honey butter. The joy of a child's laugh as he pretends to be a pirate on the monkey bars. The smile of a beautiful woman when she's just waking up.
Simple things.