Category Archive: the others

V-Day cookie

I was walking around after work. Over at the corner of Queen and Spadina this really cheerful woman was handing out things from a basket. As I passed she gave me a cookie from that basket while exclaiming “Happy Valentine’s Day! Spread the love!” The cookie was thin and heart-shaped. The heart was dotted with sprinkles and had a little centre of some blue chewy thing. It was in a small plastic baggie and had a quoted line of prose written in Times New Roman on a little slip of paper inside. According to the slip, the line on mine was from The Secret Life of Bees. Anyway, I’m sure I smirked when i got it, but at the very least I gave her thanks. She was just so earnest. I stuffed the cookie in my pocket. Well, one obvious thought crossed my mind.

Random chick just gave me a Valentine's cookie at Queen and Spadina. The cookie is probably poison. #AntiVDay
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Jay Nery

Yeah, what if the cookie was poisoned? Accepting food from a total stranger? Craziness. Well, hours later, I remembered how earnest and enthusiastic the youthful woman was. And upon looking at the cookie I figured that if there’s something wrong with it I probably wouldn’t be horribly poisoned from it. So…I did the unthinkable: I ate it.

And here I lie, writing about it. My faith in humanity is restored.

Take the pressure off

This morning I ran a little over 10K with my running group. For most of the way I ended up running with someone who only took up running about a year ago. She was telling me about how her goals have changed over time. When she started out in the half marathon clinic about a year ago she was feeling a lot of pressure from her family to run as fast as she could. See, her family is full of speedy runners and they were all telling her that she had a lot of ability. She had a speedy time goal and she worked feverishly for it. As much as she had the ability, she wasn’t finding the process enjoyable. Every time she came back she felt worn out and entirely gross.

Somewhere along the way her doctor identified an existing heart condition. With that in mind she decided to actively change her mindset for her runs. Instead of focusing on speed, she decided that she would focus on running comfortably and at a speed that her heart could take. Ever since she’s made this switch, she’s been enjoying herself a lot more. Yes, she’s not running as fast as she used to, but at least she’s not cursing herself. Without the pressure she was putting on herself, she seems to be smiling a lot more. Knowing all of this, I’ve been encouraging her to become more aware of what her body is doing. I remind her now and then to gauge her breathing and her heart rate. So far, it looks like she’s thriving.

Seems like I’m doing a good job…

Non-judgmental society

As a general rule, are Canadians really non-confrontational? I think there’s also a tendency to not appear judgmental if it can be avoided. Why? I can only speak for myself, but living in such a place like Toronto I’m surrounded by people of different backgrounds, walks of life, values, etc. Unless I make myself familiar with every nuance in every person’s life, I can’t fully grasp and understand why people do the things they do. It’s not my place to judge, right? Anyway, this attitude probably isn’t the best. I mean, in the end it sort of encourages a bit of willful ignorance. This was kind of exposed in conversation last night. At the bar, in the same conversation a bunch of us were having about our occupations, a friend started speaking about her line of work. She started off with a surprising opening line, which made me go “Oh…” As she continued to tell her story, it started getting a little bit odd, and then ventured into the realm where I started questioning whether she was being serious.

…I work at a strip club…
…not proud of it, but sometimes I have to turn tricks to make ends meet…
…I have to leave my 5 and 6 year old kids at home…
…If there’s trouble, there’s a crawl space in the basement for them to hide…
…I need to have the girl climb into the chimney to clean it…

Of course, in the end she was just joking about the whole thing. Still, it became the topic of conversation how the rest of us that were listening were so willing to take her word and accept it all without judging her openly. Funny dynamic after the fact, yes? Would it have been my business to call her out on any of it if it was true? I guess the part about the children would have been important. Still, if she was willing to share something like that would I have been willing to take responsibility for getting her children taken away? Tough call.

Drunken reprimands

One improv scene tonight involved me playing the role of a sperm cell. Wonder if that can go on my résumé.
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Jay Nery

When you do shows in a dive bar, I guess you have to accept that there will be a fair bit of shadiness. So, earlier, we were in the middle of doing a show. There was a scene involving one of the players being a whiny kid demanding that someone not pick up stuff off the ground. I found a reason to step in, and as soon as I did, out of nowhere this tall shady guy in a trench coat came in and intruded our play area. He was obviously drunk. He told the guy playing the whiny kid to shut the hell up. We were all in shock. If anyone had mouthed off to him it looked like he would have actively started a fight or something. He eventually walked away and got an earful from the bartender, but…wow. Mercifully, the scene was gonged out before anything else could happen. The audience was laughing out loud at the whole thing, and frankly so were we. Still, this is the first time I’ve seen that happen, for sure.

We can play through anything!

Not Pinoy enough?

Maybe I’m just being a little bit self-conscious. Maybe they can sense the fear and hesitation in my eyes. I don’t know. What I do know is that I always feel awkward and weird whenever I buy food at a Filipino food store. I mean, I shouldn’t, right? I know what all of the foods are at the hot table, and I can probably pronounce things correctly, too. In the worst case, I can get by just pointing at stuff if I was really not inclined to converse with anyone. Why do I still feel self-conscious? Well, it seems like often when I talk to the people behind the counters they often don’t know whether to converse with my in Tagalog or English. Hell, if they talk to me in Tagalog, if I don’t know how to answer back in that language I’ll probably at least understand what’s being said such that I can respond in English. There’s no barrier there. One only exists if they’re simply too afraid to talk to me. Do I not look pinoy enough? Am I intimidating? What? I really want to know.

First impression, first judgment

I was just thinking…

You only get one chance to make a first impression. Having a little bit of self-awareness is probably a good thing in this case since it means that you’ll put your best self forward.

Conversely, you only get one chance to make an initial judgment on someone that you first meet. Whatever decisions you make about that person will probably colour all interaction with him or her from that point forward. So…why the heck do some people that you have to deal with on a weekly basis act like utter douches right away?

Donut holes

A small act made my morning. About 16K into a 23K run I stopped by a Tim Hortons to buy a small snack. I only intended to buy two Timbits, but in the end I got greedy and ordered three. It’s such a small order, but it’s ideal for a run like what we were doing. I got a small bag and was surprised to find that the server give me an extra. Yeah, I ended up eating twice the amount that I was originally intending, but it didn’t matter.

I love this place.

“Plays well with others”

This whole process of learning improv is a lot more involved than just figuring out what works and what doesn’t. I mean, if that was the case anyone could just pick up a textbook and learn the skills theoretically. Of course it doesn’t work that way. In the end, each person is going to approach it from a different angle. Personal approaches will be coloured from personal experiences as well as personality quirks that are unique to that person. As such, depending on who you end up playing with, you might have to adjust your methods just to get scenes to click, right?

This is all leading me to reflect on what I bring to the table and whether or not that’s worked for me so far. From my point of view, I believe that I am capable of bringing a high level of energy into a scene. I enjoy dipping into that hidden personal reservoir of vigour and just letting it all out. If the scene calls for it, I will be the loudest person on the stage. I will be the noisemaker and can shamelessly make guttural noises for everyone’s consumption. I have trouble controlling it, but my face is very expressive. I’m very capable of sending strong messages and offers with just my eyes. When someone starts a scene and makes an initial offer, I’m good at responding and adding necessary detail.

Overall, it would seem like these traits and skills are entirely useful, but that’s not always the case. If the people I’m in a scene with are easily intimidated, they tend to back down far too easily. If the the people that start a scene aren’t making offers that can help push the things forward, instead of making a suggestion myself I often end up waiting on them to do something. That can lead to paralysis all around. If I choose to play the loud person, sometimes I might end up yelling over someone and running over their suggestions.

All in all, I do my best to adapt to whatever group I’m with. Some nights things just don’t click. When everything works though, the results are magical. This past Thursday I was invited to take part in a classmate’s show which was taking place in a bar downtown. Small venue, but it was a perfect chance to work on my skills further. I’ve seen the show before, so I had some idea of how everyone played. Still, I felt hesitant because I didn’t just want to trample all over everyone. By the time the second half of the show rolled around and we were warmed up, everything just worked. There was no ego. Instead of just trying to advance scenes for personal profit, we were all working on finding what would make the scene work, which makes everyone look great. Usually I feel a sense of regret after shows just because I tend to look back wishing that I had done X or Y instead of Z. After this show though, yes, there were some things that fell flat, but I didn’t over-analyze myself. How rare! In this case, if I had given myself a report card I would have written “plays well with others.” Things won’t always be this way, but the fact that having a good show like this is even a possibility makes me feel like I’m on the right track, and that makes me happy.

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