Giving

I met a wonderful woman on the subway.  She was on her way home from a Lakers game and was clearly a huge fan, as she had all the gear and the glow that comes from a great win.  She shared a story with me about her night at the game.

 

A True Fan

 

Having been a season’s ticket holder with her husband for many dedicated years, this was the first game she had ever gone to by herself.  She thought about just staying home, but decided to go down to the Staples Center with the great intention of giving her tickets away in a random act of kindness type of moment.  To her surprise, no one would take her tickets.  The gift was too great and people felt it must be some suspicious trick.

Unwilling to give up, she made the choice to go inside and find two fans sitting higher up and offer to trade tickets with them.  While grabbing a bite to eat she met a father whom she thought would be elated to give his child the experience of sitting in prime seats, but he declined.  He also did not trust the situation.  She kept on trying to give and it took until the second quarter for her to have a taker.  A very lucky young man heard, and believed her when she said that she was at the game alone sitting in incredible seasons tickets seats and that she had an empty seat beside her available.  He decided to join her and he was the most grateful person for the gift he had received.  An ear to ear grin and a slowly whispered “Thank You” was the perfect end to her night.

We chatted passionately on the subway about the state of human nature.  Is it that we don’t give enough so people aren’t used to receiving?  Is it that scams do happen so often making us reluctant to trust anyone? Do we trust some people and not others based on appearance, age, or other factors? The way fellow fans reacted on that night left her feeling that a bit of the latter was true.  Before we parted ways she revealed to me that she has wealth beyond comprehension including jewels, incredible cars, and a high heel shoe collection to die for!  She stressed the importance of being kind to every single person you meet because you never know their story.  We shared a big hug and I have been thinking about her story ever since.

 

The Potato Caper

There is a great mystery taking place in my kitchen and I have a strong suspicion it’s yet another member of the critter world playing games with me.  I have been in super sleuth mode the last week, but have been unable to solve the case.  Even Google doesn’t hold the answer to the clues I have found and searched for.

A short while ago we grabbed our bag of potatoes off the ground to cook with and noticed one of them had been gnawed on. Naturally we assumed the puppy had done it so we moved the bags to a new location.  When we went to use the potatoes again, another one had been chewed on.  We then relocated them to a higher place unreachable by puppies.  Many days passed and our potatoes remained safe.

One day, after awaking from a deep mashed potato slumber, we found a potato that had been left on the counter, still on the counter, but with a big chunk chewed away.  This is when my heart skipped a beat, because the puppy had been in her crate all night! The curious thing is that there was other food left on the counter, including a pie and nothing else was touched.  What kind of beast only goes for raw potatoes?!

Thinking we had a mouse on our hands we took all our food out of our open pantry, but saw no signs of anything else being eaten or chewed on.  We have not found any droppings either.  I am open to the thought that it could be some kind of bug since there are so many weird ones here in California.  We let a few more days pass and with our potatoes all gone, we didn’t have any more incidents.  We set a mouse trap with peanut butter, which is supposed to be the most effective bait but we didn’t catch anything and the peanut butter remained in tact.

Eventually having bought more potatoes for Christmas, we decided to do a test.  We put out a few food items and left a potato at the foot of our stairs.  Sure enough, in the morning, only the potato had been gnawed on!  Now we’re thinking we have some kind of well read mouse who’s on a potato only diet for some life enhancing reason.  This same mouse must only poop in a golden box somewhere, because we still haven’t seen any droppings.

 

Evidence

 

We set the mouse trap again, but with a small piece of potato on it instead of peanut butter.  The next morning, the potato piece was gone, but the trap was still intact with no critter!  Last night we tried again, but we tied the potato piece to the trap so it would be impossible to pick it off and escape.  This morning we found that the trap had been triggered, but nothing was in it…and the potato was gone!  What am I dealing with here?!?!

 

 

Corridors: A Podplay at Vancouver’s Pacific Theatre

Having once been a newcomer to the city and slow to make friends, I have often mulled over our ‘eternal-iPod’ culture, and thought about how isolating it can be for those of us who call the city home. During many solitary walks and bus rides, I contemplated how strange it is to feel lonely in a crowd — and such a common experience, when nearly everyone is plugged-in, and effectively miles away from one another while sharing the same space.

Joel Stephanson‘s Corridors: A Podplay, is among other things, an artistic response to that very experience: of being alone in a crowd, occupying the space of a million different people and stories, many of which are never brought to light.

 

Photo by Sera Katie

 

Quiet Hum Theatre Company‘s experimental offering uses the very same ‘isolating’ technology create a certain intimacy: through the iPod, we hear the stories of others, while a narrator guides us through the spaces they occurred in, many years ago. In Corridors we gather personal histories through our headsets, by way of overheard conversations and confessions between certain Vancouver residents long ago, while at the same time wandering the ancient Chalmers Heritage Building — also home to Pacific Theatre and The Holy Trinity Anglican Church.

I’d never experienced a podplay before Corridors, and so was slightly taken aback by its unconventional format. After being given an iPod, a prodigious pair of headphones,  and shown which the Pause/Play button was, I was left to wander Chalmers Heritage Building only loosely supervised, with the narrator gently guiding me to various nooks and crannies in and around the building. It was surreal to experience a play in which the only “special effects” were auditory, and where I was imagining the invisible characters at the very spot I was standing, many years previous, having the conversation I was hearing.

 

Photo by slworking2

 

While I was listening, it was business as usual in the Pacific Theatre lobby, as Box Office attendants and other staff were getting ready for other performances. Just like in the real world among iPod listeners, they paid me no mind, and the general, unobtrusive bustle in the lobby added a whole other dimension to my experience of the play. Although most of the play takes place in more solitary parts of the building, there is a constant reminder that the present is continuing in Chalmers Heritage Building, even as we are trying to consolidate the snippets of the building’s past as we hear them in Corridors. It is almost as if the present is jostling with the past for our attention, washing over it, and making it blurry, more distant and harder to picture.

 

Photo by Chris D 2006.

 

Many characters in the play are aged, and struggling to recall their past, as they are having trouble finding their bearings in the modern — and changed — Chalmers building.  Being surrounded by both the stories from the past and the present in Corridors, we can understand their struggle to organize the information surrounding them as we listen to the play.

My favourite part of this play was that I was able to explore Chalmers Heritage Building in what is probably the most curious and imaginative way possible — Corridors is like a dramatic tour within a play. The narrator leads the listener outside the building, up stairs, into a chapel,  a sanctuary, a defunct gym, an elevator, a parkade and several other spots in the building — many of which are nicely furnished with comfy couches for easy listening.

 

Installation by Alex MetCalf (click to read more). Photo by abrinsky (http://www.flickr.com/people/abrinsky/).

 

A couple of times I thought I made a wrong turn, so rewound and replayed the instructions, marveling that I could do that — stop the play and listen again that is — until I was sure I got it. Not something actors would take kindly to, Im sure. Corridors is in many ways the opposite of what you’d expect at a traditional evening at the theatre: instead of a stage and an audience, all the world’s a stage (or at least the ancient building is), and instead of a numbered seat in among many, there is only you, mobile audience of one.

Corridors offers the strangely haunting experience of being able to occupy many different times at once. It also provides us with little- known histories (and fictions) that evoke a Vancouver very different from the one we know now. And being a solitary, but interactive play, makes me think about the many forms of solitary-but-social media that fill our world now, and wonder what that means in terms of the forms that theatre, history, learning, and interaction can take. Big questions I know, but that’s a credit to the play — it is a bold experiment that raises many questions, specific to our present historical moment.

 

 Corridors: A Podplay is written & directed by Joel Stephanson, and presented by Quiet Hum Theatre Co. You can see it in the Chalmers Heritage Building — the same place as Pacific Theatre and the Holy Trinity Anglican Church. The remaining shows run on Dec 16, 23 and 30. Since Corridors ends before Pacific Theatre‘s evening show commences, you must arrive sometime between 4-6 pm to see it. See Quiet Hum’s website for details.

 

 

Mega Size

This photo does not do the size justice.

Wow, it’s true what they say about food in America.  They like to give you unnecessary mega sizes!  I took my kids to the movies and ordered a popcorn combo so I could save 75 cents.  We ordered 1 large popcorn and 2 drinks with an extra cup to share amongst the 3 of us.  My eyeballs popped out of my head when they handed it all to me.  The drinks were abnormally enormous.  I made a remark to the guy who took our order and he told me it was a promotion they were having.  He said that for a special time the large drinks were going to be 44 oz. That’s over 1L!  The popcorn tub was shocking as well, but the out of control part was that they just gave us our free refill right upfront in a separate cardboard box.  This was for our convenience so we would not have to leave our seats during the movie.  The irritating thing is that they didn’t tell me about the promotion up front.  The kids were thrilled of course.  I am ashamed, although I guess not all that surprised to admit that we had it all polished off by the end of the movie! If everything was half the size we would have been just as satisfied though.  What are they trying to do to us?! If they want to give me a special promotion, lower the price of the movie…now that would make a lot of mom’s happy!

Fighting Chance Produces: The Tempermentals at PAL Theatre

I like it when plays teach me about history that I’ve never learned before. Especially when they show us the people behind the stunning historical figures. Fighting Chance Productions‘ newest offering, The Tempermentals does just that: John Marans‘ play dramatizes the personal struggles and stories of Harry Hay and Rudy Gernreich, who pioneered homosexual rights in the United States. And they did this in the 1950s, with the House of Un-American Activities in full swing, with people being arrested and brutally stigmatized based on vague and arbitrary suspicions.

 

Rob Monk, Robert Sidley, Devin Pihlainen and Brian Hinson in FCP's The Tempermentals. Not Pictured: David Nicks. Photo by Devin Karringten.

 

The play shows us just how hostile the McCarthy era was towards homosexuals, suspected leftists, or anyone thought of as threatening to the fabric of “good, clean American society”. The danger of the times is especially strident in the crackly recordings of General McCarthy‘s outrageous speeches that intersperse the performance. I couldn’t help but laugh at his warnings about how to spot a communist, because they were delivered in dead seriousness, but sound like the ravings of one who has taken leave of his senses entirely. Of course, nothing is funny about his opinions, or the laws and policies they supported. We see their oppression and cruelty that hurt, bully and punish the people in the play, whose only crime is being who they are.

And in this dark and hostile climate, there is a beautiful, hopeful thing: the love between Harry and Rudi. It is a sweet, mischievous, witty love, between two unlikely mates. Rudi is an up-and-coming LA fashion designer, who moves easily through the glamour crowd, charming everyone in his wake. Harry on the other hand, is political science teacher, with a background in law, who is terribly passionate, but easily incensed and uncompromising in his vision of a safe society for homosexuals.

 

Rob Monk, Robert Sidley, Devin Pihlainen and Brian Hinson in FCP's The Tempermentals. Not Pictured: David Nicks. Photo by Devin Karringten.

 

Neither belongs in the other’s world — especially because Harry is married — but the two are like a refuge for each other, a space away from the world where they don’t have to fight or hide. It is really touching to see how their love for each other emboldened the movement that led to the founding of the Mattachine Society — the first specifically homophile society in the United States. Watching the play, you really get a sense of how terrifying it was to take the stand that Harry, Rudi and their allies did. But while also seeing how doing anything other than taking a stand involved living with the tremendous amount of shame and loneliness that comes from living like a fugitive while having done nothing wrong.

Harry Hay and Rudi Gernreich were stunning human beings who showed incredible courage in hard times, and their actions shaped history. I know this now thanks to The Tempermentals, playwright John Marans, Fighting Chance Productions and director Ryan Mooney for bringing this play to the Canadian stage for the first time.

The actors did an great job transporting the audience, and so did the unusual set design. It is stark and intimate with few props, and with four different platforms that light up at different times. This set up with the minimal lighting gives the impression that we are overhearing whispers, secret rendezvous, and dangerous truths. Congratulations to actors Brian Hinson (Harry Hay), Devin Pihlanien (Rudi Gernreich), James Gill, David Nicks and Rob Monk (all three of whom played a variety of characters wonderfully and in quick succession).

You can (and must) see The Tempermentals at the PAL Theatre in Vancouver until December 3rd.  Showtimes are 8 pm from  Tuesday — Saturday, 2 pm matinees on Saturday and two shows on Sunday at 2 pm & 7 pm.

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