“Two hours and ten minutes and we are not halfway through yet.”
“It’s not sport really is it?”
“It’s capitalism.”
Pageantry. Adverts. More pageantry. More adverts. Lots of big men run at one another. Adverts. Celebrities. Adverts. Celebrities. Someone kicks a ball.
SUPERBOWL
We are in a Mexican restaurant.
I just had quesadillas. The big boys are playing the big game bigly. We are supporting the Seahawks arbitrarily. I’ve had a load of college footballers in my classes this week. I throw balls in the warm-up. Theatre and sports align very well, and these big enthusiastic boys do very well with a bit of Shakespeare text. They are used to getting stuck in.
I borrowed a book from one of my teachers here, Hal Cosentino. He is a published playwright, writing trans plays, and he had a methuen anthology where his play “Oh Buddy” has been published. I read it this afternoon and it is remarkable, really vital, playful but with edge. These tours we align with so many fascinating characters. It really is a treat to come to these places. When will I ever be in Arkansas again?
Which is why we went up to Petit Jean state park. We walked to the creek. We saw waterfalls. We laughed and breathed with trees and it was good, all five of us. We do things together when we can and it is a truly bonded company now, five brainy geeky actors running around small town America. My only sadness is that this is such a short tour, but that’s the environment at the moment.
Tomorrow we fly. I have to pack. Seth the fireman just showed up at the restaurant where we are watching the advertmatch and gave us each a fire department challenge coin! Now I’ve got 3! Air force, navy and fire department. I like the tradition and they all end up on my altar.
I’m gonna go back to my hotel room and pack, then get an early bed. I might leave the advertbowl on as I pack.
So much fucking AI in these shoddy adverts. I hope we are at peak AI now, as the servers burn the planet so idiots can rehash everything from aggregated stolen creativity language and identity. It all looks like shit anyway.
AlBarclay 