Highly self-aware people struggle with addiction. They feel fucking everything. These mediocre surface level things can never ever satisfy their minds. They'll laugh with you. They'll nod and smile, but inside their heart is burning. Burning for more depth. More authenticity. They have obsessions nobody around them shares. They want to talk about philosophy, literature, psychology, quantum physics, books, music, films, conspiracy theories. Things they've gone so deep into that ordinary conversation just don't do it for them. And all they get is the "weather". Who won the game. Politics. Just that rotten small talk. And small talk feels like suffocation. So... they escape. They drink. Smoke. Work until 2 am. Doomscroll till they're so tired that they feel nothing. There this gap between who you actually are and the people available to you. And that gap is one of the loneliest places a person can live in.
I hope a lot of you start watching TNG because not only is it a magnificent feat of television/acting/prosthetic magic, it’s often a welcome antidote to feeling absolutely hopeless about the state of the world.
It's a sad day to see that Patrick Stewart has passed. I grew up with his portrayal of the captain of the Enterprise as a role model. I miss the days of a society assuming a better future instead of accepting dystopia as the way things are.
No Hunger Games please. Star Trek thx.
Remembering Sir Patrick Stewart
This was his appearance on Saturday Night Live February 5, 1994
Mike Myers had a lot of fun with this one
Phil McCracken: Scottish Therapist
this is what a real man looks like. this is what real strength looks like. he couldn't stop his father as a child, so he spent his whole life standing up for his mother. never forget that.
“It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness. That is life.”
Captain Jean-Luc Picard to Data on Star Trek: The Next Generation
Two sides of my twitter right now:
1) People I admire who were also inspired by Patrick Stewart' Picard and who carry that into their lives and work.
2) Committed ghouls who somehow managed to watch Star Trek TNG without ever getting the actual point of it all.
I like quiet people. Smart as fuck. Zero show-off. No performance. No drama. Just a calm vibe. Who aren't loud just to be noticed. Who read deep books. Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Nietzsche. Who can sit through a 2-hour documentary about bees and aliens and octopuses and genuinely enjoy it. They find beauty in the ordinary things. Think deeply. Talk less, understand more. The ones who stay low-key and private in a world obsessed with being "seen". These are my people.
He’ll never know this but Patrick Stewart showed countless boys how to be men. He showed that strength didn't have to mean intimidation, that intelligence should come with humility, and that you could - and should - stand up for what was right even when it cost you something.
I am mid-flight right now and I have just received the news that Sir Patrick Stewart has left us. Modern technology is both an impressive and an extremely cold thing. Internet databases have already begun referring to him in the past tense. “Sir Patrick Stewart was…” and such a surreal sight hangs heavy on my heart.
Patrick was a friend. Not a close one, mind you, but it was a friendship, an “acquaintanceship” perhaps, that spanned more than half my life.
Ann Cook Calhoun was an extremely well published and well known Shakespeare scholar who also happened to be a dear friend of my family. A better way of describing our relationship is that she became something of a fairy godmother to me, taking an early interest in my education, both financially and academically.
Ann and Patrick had been dear friends for many years (since their mutual involvements with the Royal Shakespeare Company) and she often told me that I reminded her of a young Patrick. Of course, I always thought the comment was her way of being encouraging. Once, when I was attending the graduate Acting program at Columbia University, Ann came to New York with my parents and took us all to see Patrick play Prospero in a Broadway production of “The Tempest”. That was the beginning of my association with Patrick and, in that one evening, I saw what an artist and a professional truly looked like.
Flash many years forward, and you can imagine our mutual surprise at finding ourselves in the very small club of Enterprise Captains. Just… I’m not sure there’s another word for it but “bonkers”. Every time we saw one another, Patrick and I couldn’t help but marvel at this strange serendipity and how Ann, God rest her soul, would have been over the moon at this kismet. While I always thought that Ann had just been doing me a favor, I eventually realized that she really had seen something in me that would, for whatever reason, prove a connection to her dearest old friend. God, I loved her.
Like I say, I didn’t know Patrick incredibly well, but I always knew him to be generous and gracious to a fault. Our first time appearing together as captains was at the network up-fronts in New York. I had arrived late because of my production schedule so I didn’t get to rehearse our bit on stage before we walked out to the lights and cue cards. Of course, I completely missed my mark and had to adjust which made the entire audience laugh. Patrick held his opening line, looked at me and made a gesture as if to say, “You good?” I nodded vigorously, which seemed to elicit another laugh and he nodded back as if to say, “Alright then.”
Patrick had presence, generosity and good grace to spare, and along with an incredible intellect, he brought those qualities not only to Jean Luc, but into a lived integrity that made him an exemplar for lost, young actors looking for a way. I’ll always love him for it. I’m just sorry that was our one and only moment on stage together. Even our turn together in “Dr Strange” was pieced together in post. Why? Because he was shooting Star Trek: Picard” and they couldn’t get him off the set. Jean Luc was if not his first love, his deepest.
Oh well. Perhaps in the next play, in the next theater, he’ll hold a small, nameless roll for me and I will carry that spear with delight.
Bravo, Patrick. I will miss you dearly. Until next time… Engage.
Hasan Piker talked about the devastating news of Sir Patrick Stewart's death. Sir Patrick Stewart was an unapologetic, lifelong socialist. Hasan plays a video of Patrick's scenes from his role in the television show Fall of Eagles, where he played the role of Lenin.
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