Friday, May 29, 2009

Stereotypy

Me: *walking with Connor, Gobi and Alistair*
Connor: *notices I had a hair cut* Nice hair.
Me: ... Thanks?
Connor: I preferred the old one ...
Me: ... Oh. ... er ... Thanks for making me feel self-conscious.
Connor: It was much more asian.
Gobi: And now?
Connor: It seems like you're just trying not to look asian anymore.
Gobi: It's okay Shanan. *comforts* Connor just thinks that all asians should have a bowl-cut hair style.
Me: It probably surprises him every time I open my mouth and don't have a horrendous accent.
Gobi: Which is why you should go Seikh like me. Then no one will ever comment on your hair!
Me: Yeah, but then every time I take off my jacket Connor will be surprised I don't have a bomb strapped to my chest!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Electives Electives Electives

My Developmental psych lab only went for the 1 of the 3 allocated hours today <3 This afforded me several extra hours free time. I used this time to bum about the course guide of the ANU, looking at possible electives I could do. As it stands right now, there will be two mandatory courses I will have to do next semester. This gives me two electives to play with, one of which I will most likely (99%) go for another psych course on offer.

Then this gives me one last free elective, for any course I am elligible for across the uni. First year I took electives in Linguistics, Philosophy and Programming. I'm probably not going to go into Programming, as all those courses depend on me having done it first semester 2nd year, which I didn't. Right now I'm enrolled in another Philosophy (Wittgenstein) - but it's with the same guy I've been taking for Epistemology. And he's ... er... Well, it's good and interesting (sort of) but for the most part, the content isn't conceptually challenging or attention sustaining.

One of the other options was a thing of studying Film as Philosophy, which from the looks of things, involves analysing movies as philosophical texts ... Which would be very interesting. But I can also see it being ridiculously dry and contrived. Perhaps if I could find someone else I knew who was doing it ...

Then I turned to Drama. Mother had suggested I at least look into it, as it's one of my passions, and I should make use of my electives. I looked. And then I vomitted. Fucking disgusting. The only practical acting courses on offer at the ANU are nothing but a thin veil for getting people to be "patients" for medical students. They make it out like it'd be a really hard course - but we all know it's not. There's THREE COURSES OF IT. WHERE THE HELL IS THE ACTUAL ACTING??? Pretending to have symptoms is not acting - you learn nothing to take away and apply elsewhere.

The other option available is a Directing one, which seems mildly interesting, but I can also see it being forced. There's a directing option for English, but that has limited class availability, with preferences for people with majors in the area. ie, not capricious wanks like myself.

Then I stumbled upon the Creative Writing class. People always say that creating writing classes are the death of creativity, and yet I do not get that. Well, there are three of them available, and they seemingly have a progressive order... I'm thinking of seeing if I can jump straight into the "advanced" one. Look at the write-up.

"In this unit, students will write a series of short stories, experimenting with a variety of forms, styles and genres. Through the workshop process, story ideas will be subject to critique, and students will be encouraged to develop their early drafts. Lectures will address theoretical and practical concerns involved in writing fiction, and will examine contemporary short fiction and novels as examples. Close reading of published fiction is intended to inform students' own work. The course will include some consideration of the practical processes involved in publishing stories and longer works."

For some odd reason this doesn't come across as contrived to me at all, unlike what would be popular opinion about these things. I see these, particularly the workshops, as engaging, fun and interesting periods of intense creativity. And perhaps I may be dreaming, fabricating fun times when none are to be found.

Way I see it is that if you made it through the first course without dying or feeling like it drained all that creativity, then the only people left are the really interesting people. What I'm hoping it's not, and I feel that it's not, is a series of lectures on different styles and what metaphors are etc. I hope it's just encouraging you to read different texts, think about the style, the values espouse by the genre, and to replicate it, while placing a nice Shananian spin on things.

I'm hoping that the course convenor is a potentially very engaging (Jeanne or Dee or Mazur <3) type of crazy, out-there teacher. Someone to seriously enjoys reading creative words and can produce it themselves. Someone who cares about her students. I'm hoping that the classes are filled with jovial, like-minded individuals with whom I can communicate and articulate my insane ideas.

I'm also hoping that the people in the classes can become invaluable contacts, people who already are or might be big names. Maybe even, if I'm lucky, to find that perfect collaborator, someone with whom my style (or my comedy! :D) fits well. Sort of like Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry, Hamish and Andy, Lano and Woodley, etc. All those creative duos over the years... Maybe I can find of them in this class?

"Workshop" process. That sounds like indepth, highly interactive, personal group work. I would love to do that with intelligent people.

Right now it does seem like I'm overestimating how good it will be. But I think I'll fire off an e-mail to this lady tomorrow or Friday or the weekend, seeing if I can get in. I think she'll want to read some of my writing ... so I'm left at a bit of dilemma at what to send her ... My Ext 2 piece? Maybe some Spiral (obviously with Colby's permission, since I'm a good co-author :)).

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

In Pursuit of Comedy

Been awhile since I made a self-reflective, self-reflexive post... Or any substantial post for that matter. Dunno why that is - school hasn't been particularly hectic. I think it may've been the combination of last week's increased workload, during which I also blogged a fair bit as well, made me feel this past weekend ought to be about rest and away from .. well, being me. Binge watching youtube vids, anime and TV series ftw <3

Of course, no matter how far I stray, it's not like I could ever travel too far from being the sort of person I am and as such I've been giving a lot of thought about Clownism. If you recall, several months ago, after I went to see Dralion, I fell in love with (and am still comparatively so) the concept of being a clown in the Cirque. The first real stirring I've felt.

Two things happened to me this weekend that gave me these thoughts. I went on an all-out marathon for anything Shaun Micallef related on youtube. This is a man who's humour I was completely in sync with in ... 2003 when he had Micallef Tonight - a show Alastair and I held close to our metaphorical hearts. He's now hosting the show Talking About Your Generation, a quiz show on Channel 10 and as I understand it, it's been doing fabulously in the ratings. As it should be.

He's totally on game on that show. Dry wit and multiferious entendre flying this way and that. It's a wonder he's not more well known. Then I discovered his other shows. In particular his wonky/tilted-room sketches. Basically this involves a machine that completely rotates a room by some degree, but this also includes the camera. So from our perspective it looks normal and fine. But for the actors, or most notably, Micallef, he just walks around like a lunatic, cups and drinks seemingly defying gravity and physics.

Perhaps this is a well-known sketch idea. New to me. And it's comedy genius. My neighbours must be feeling so sick of hearing my insane laughter... like the kind where your stomach and face hurts, the kind you desperately wish your parents nor your friends will ever have the comedy gold with which to induce such a fit.

The second comedian to reduce me to tears (literally - I have the pile of tissues to prove it) was David Mitchell. More specifically, David Mitchell's Soapbox (look it up on youtube). Basically involves him and some really corny special effects, ranting about some arbitrary topic. It's a lil' bit like Hughsey Loses It .. but like with wit :P When Mr Mitchell goes nuts on shows like Big Fat Quiz of the Year or QI ... I'm forced into such fits. He has a knack for doing it, with the most sarcastic tone ... one that I could only ever to aspire to.

And there's the keyword. Aspire.

It dawned on me pretty quickly that one doesn't just *get* into the Cirque without something to show for it. All the people who apply.. have already made livings for their talents and have been performing since birth, growing in respect in their respective sub-communities. What do I have? A coupla guys at Grammar, the St Pats year 10 yeargroup, my parents?

Who else has experience the walking force of Dame Comedy that is Shanan Kan?

and therein lies the plan. Perhaps I should aim just a tad lower than Clownism straight up. Note I'm not exactly deviating. I'm employing the same skills in a different direction. I'm not necessarily doing just comedy to use as a means to Clownism, it's just a different avenue that will hopefully end in the Cirque.

So what does this mean? Lord, your guess is as good as mine. But I definitely know there's more opportunity for a comedy writer/performer/actor/sketcher/slapsticker in Canberra than there would be for Clownism. Maybe it will be me making a similar style of ranting to David Mitchell (minus special effects ... but possibly with some more camera effects than just a guy in his room). Maybe it'll be auditioning for the next comedy revue I hear about at the ANU. Maybe it will involve writing some sketches of my own and pitching them somewhere...

Dunno, but my eyes, ears and mouth shall be open from this moment henceforth for opportunities. And if you're in Canberra, so should yours. Do your friend Shanan a favour ;)

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Masturbatorial Quoting

Dunno how I came up with it, but was just walking around my apartment today and this came to my head. I've always felt eventually at one point in my life, everything I say would become something quotable such that it's whipped out at parties as utmost wit. Perhaps this is the start of that journey.

"I oftentimes find myself glorifying any- and everything society tells me I ought abhor. And I'm not sure whether that says more about me or if it says more about society"
-- Shanan Kan, Got AbMo?, "Masturbatorial Quoting"

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