Notes on Timothee Chalamet: The Commencement Address

This is college graduation week around the country and I have a message to all those graduating –

Do not try to be Timothee Chalamet.  That’s already being done. 

And quite well.

Sorry everyone

I was reading a piece in Vulture the other day that he’s been cast as the young Bob Dylan in a biopic that centers on the moment in 1965 when the already-famed folk singer transitioned to superstardom legend by picking up an electric guitar at the Newport Music Festival and slaying an unsuspecting crowd.

Yes, Timothee Chalamet can sing.

And sing well.

Yeah… this works

That just sucks, right?  Is there anything he can’t do? 

Well, maybe he’s a jerk.

Not really.

Wink

A dear friend of mine was at an event a few years ago and approached TM (Note:  Even his initials personify relaxed ease.) for a selfie because her teenager daughter had a massive crush on him and the photograph would make her year.

Yes, he obliged. 

But not only that, he impishly followed it with:

 Let’s call her!

OK we love him already

At which point, the number was dialed, he got on the phone and they had a fun, cool and sassy conversation.

What’s next?  Well, he doesn’t have an Oscar.  Yet. 

That is if you don’t count the Oscar that was stolen from him for his utterly raw and original performance in Call Me By Your Name by Gary Oldman for his mumbly, blustery portrayal of some weird version of Winston Churchill in the somewhat forgettable The Darkest Hour.

But that’s only my opinion.

Which is really the point.

It’s only a matter of time

See, I recount all of this not to anoint TM as any kind of creative Messiah, modern day personal deity, or even an individual incapable of having a bad day and being a jerk. 

I mean, given the demands of being an A-list actor, he likely is not ideal relationship material  (Note: Don’t worry, I have no stories).

Instead, I merely bring it up to state that the only way to happiness and success is:

You do you.

Exactly!

It may sound snide and corny but, sadly, so are a lot of phrases that are… true.

Something else:

Don’t worry about how well Timmy or any of your other more successful than you friends and peers are doing.

It’s not a race, despite all appearances to the contrary in everything you see, hear and read.

We Americans in particular, and I unfortunately count myself among them, can’t resist a good competition.  And we loooooove a scoreboard.  Because it means in those moments we are out in front, everyone else is a looooooooooser.

and you’re a star!

But if you subscribe to that kind of logic the reverse is true.  You’re a loser the moment you’re not in the #1 position out in front. 

Which, if you consider all of the categories in life under which you could be rated, is most of the time.

The real task now is what do you do with the time at hand?  Well —

What do you like to do?  What are you good at?  Who do you want to be around?  Who makes you laugh?  What do you want to get better at?  Who believes in you when you don’t believe in yourself?  And —

Who is smarter, more talented or simply wiser than you? 

Chain smoking teen reading Howard Zinn?

Go find those people, in whatever form they are available to you, and figure out what you can learn from them.  Ask them questions, if possible.  Better yet, ask yourself questions and then try to figure out the answers.

And here’s a hint:  You likely won’t find the answers sitting alone in your room.

No one, not anyone, does life alone.  That’s not the way it works.  You need a core group of those you can trust, learn from and be your nutty self with.  That’s how you get ahead and that’s how you discover and hone your talents.

You know… like this

I was watching Rainn Wilson, the Emmy award nominated actor from The Office, being interviewed while promoting his Peacock documentary series, Rainn Wilson and the Geography of Bliss.

Admitting he suffers from lifelong anxiety and depression that has taken him down some dark roads, the effort takes him around the world seeking to figure out the answer to happiness.

Spoiler alert:  There is none.

I imagine this was also part of their discussion

But the one thing he noted that happy people have in common are that they are part of a community.

Yes, I rolled my eyes too. And I’m many decades past graduation.  Until I realized that community doesn’t necessarily mean being a member of a church, community organization, political party or even your traditional family.

What it means is compiling your own group that helps to support you, advise you, tell you the truth, see you and yeah, love you. 

Slow teardrop. (Note: Snide).

OK but real tears too!

And know, none of this has to be said.  You just feel it.  (Note: Corny).

That’s the road to dealing with the world and achieving what you want.  Which is not the necessarily the same thing as what you think it is right now. 

Though it could be.

Yeah, you’re gonna make a ton of mistakes.  You will hurt people you don’t mean to and be a real asshole to them and others at times. 

Mistakes of all kinds are inevitable, messy and…welcome.   Don’t beat yourself up for them.   

Just do better.  

…and enjoy your good hair

Your crap and the crap will never end but neither does the good stuff.  Focus on the latter and keep moving forward.

And please floss.

Timothee Chalamet – “Everything Happens to Me”

Virtually Everything

As I sat working from my bed this week in my sweatpants, because why bother to get dressed or sit at a desk at this point, I vaguely remembered a movie character called the laziest woman in the world.

This woman was sort of blathering, complacent and yet somehow smart and all knowing because she managed to figure out an entire life where she never had to leave her bed.

.. and it’s Swoosie Kurtz!

Pretty sweet deal, I recall thinking, probably because I was young, tired and had too many other options.

Well, be careful of what I wish for.  All of you.

As it turns out this character was actually called The Lazy Woman and she was one of many strange people populating the 1986 movie True Stories, directed by former Talking Heads front man David Byrne.

Of course it was the eighties and of course it was David Byrne.

You know… the guy with the suit #slimming

Where else and by whom else could time be elevated, while laziness and selfish inertia was viewed as among the most coveted of commodities in the world?

Or perhaps Mr. Byrne and the eighties were just playing with us and giving us their own post-modern take on self-indulgence. Propping up an unenviable situation to enviable in order to comment on the ridiculousness of our human situations.

Well, right now it doesn’t matter, does it?

Time is meaningless

This is because in many American cities these days there is real reason to stay inside and not intermingle with the world.  It’s taken almost 40 years but when The Talking Heads first admonished us to Stop Making Sense, well, who knew they were correct and this would be where we’d eventually wind up?

Still, staying inside these days does not necessarily mean we don’t intermingle.  What we’re all discovering, well those of us in the majority of American cities where it’s advised you don’t freely run out into the streets without a mask or perhaps a Haz-Mat suit, is there are quite a lot of ways to interact with each other without actually moving more than a few feet from your literal comfort zone.

Thanks, Silicon Valley.

And congratulations for knowing in advance a way to give us the tools to do what we’d so desperately need while making your selves even filthier rich at the same time.

Ruh Roh!

I do have to hand it to technology, though.  Just when you write it off forever is when you realize its immense advantages in the real world.

This week I attended a virtual college graduation of students I’ve taught over the last few years and rather than it being the intensely — let’s all face it – droningly DULL affair it can so often be (Note: Unless you snag the likes of Michelle and/or Barack Obama as keynote speakers) it was instead fun, familial, touching and, yes, meaningful.

Much better than this would have been

That was because in forcing us to do everything trapped in our homes, where each graduate was seen onscreen for 10 seconds holding up their diplomas or making a virtual toast to the rest of us with their beverage of choice, we actually got to see them INSIDE their homes.

And yes, some of them were even in their beds.

This is not to imply any of this was done in a lurid way.  Instead, it was open season to take the 10 seconds and do EXACTLY what you, the graduate, wanted to and with whom you wanted to when your cue came up.

Pretty much like this for 2 hours

You had no script, nothing was rehearsed and all the heavy lifting was done.  Instead, it was each graduate’s choice to interact with us and each other in that moment.

What wound up happening was each virtual moment was about as more alive and real than any graduation I, or you, have likely ever attended.

I will never forget the young woman holding her pet guinea pig on her shoulder while it lovingly snuggled against her, nor the myriad of pet cats and dogs doing the same.

Woof!

Equally memorable were the parents, many of them my age, enthusiastically jumping up and down and throwing confetti on or near their graduate in sheer and utter joy, usually cracking up their child into laughter (and probably for the first time in years).

There were also the virtual toasts with champagne, beer, wine and assorted other beverages because hey, everyone’s home and, even if they weren’t, what the heck do you think college students REALLY DO to celebrate even the removal of a hangnail?

This is just a gross stereotype, right?

That said, someone even reached for a dope pipe, though he quickly and aptly had his time shortened. (Note: Yeah, some things never change).

There were simple hand salutes, the traditional moving of the tassel from right to left and even one very inventive young man who, outside his picturesque house, nodded thanks to the screen and then proceeded to cinematically walk towards the lake into the distance under the setting sun.

I mean, you couldn’t do anywhere near that well were this live on some academic quad or inside one of those many overly hallowed campus halls.

I DID IT!

Sure, there were some inspiring Zoom speeches from the elders, particularly from a host of WORKING alums from all over the country providing words of encouragement and promises of survival to the class of 2020  (Note: Hey, imagine YOU are the one virtually graduating this year during a global pandemic and all the promise that would hold for your young twenty something self).

Not to mention a short virtual video each graduate would later see from none other than pandemic expert and current pop culture icon himself, Dr. Anthony Fauci, made specifically for the health science graduates of our school.  In it he urged them all to please hang in there because we need your talent, your energy, your resolve and your character to get through this difficult time.

Suddenly they, and by extension us, were personally being invited to join Team Fauci!  It might have been virtual and could seem canned in the writing, but in this particular reality it actually felt more real than the liveliest of live rallies.  Not to mention, A LOT safer.

In fact, as I think about every virtual image I saw on my laptop sitting on my bed that day it occurred to me that laziness is not about where you are at any given time but what you choose to do with whatever time you’re allotted.

Imagine how ingenious we could all get simply staying at home if we put our collective minds to it.  It’d be the exact opposite of lazy.

Talking Heads – “Once in a Lifetime”