Never Done: I watched an Upright Citizen Brigade Comedy video Fucking Tea
Remember when I went to the Upright Citizen's Brigade and it wasn't funny? In fact it was offensive? Well, the people at UCBC have redeemed themselves by making fun of one of my favorite things in the world: tea (and those of us who love tea.) I didn't even know they made videos, but I sure do love tea. I love brewing tea. I love smelling the fragrance of tea. I love drinking tea. I love tea cups. I love tea pots. I love tea strainers. I love putting milk in tea. I love mixing teas. I love making iced tea. I love making hot tea. I love making sun tea. Most of all, I love telling people how much I love tea, and how much they should love tea. Especially the teas I love. Tea is better than coffee. It's better for you. People who drink it are superior. Especially people -- like me -- who drink herbal tea. (Which are more properly called tisanes or herbal infusions.) Because peppermint is not actually a tea; it's an herb. Tea is a specific plant species: Camellia Sinensis. Oh, you find this obnoxious? Am I maybe just a little too holier than thou about this whole caffeine thing? (At least if you drink coffee, I hope it's organic.) Oops, sorry. I did it again. Well I guess it's a good thing you people at UCBC made this video. Fucking tea.
Showing posts with label New York Triton Triathlon team. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York Triton Triathlon team. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
In which the black and Latino people are nice to me and I can't find the Jews or the gays
Never Done: I ran hills
I mean, I have run up a hill before, and I have run down a hill before, but I have never run up a hill, and then run back down it only to intentionally run up it again, over and over again for 40 minutes. OK, 30, once you count the time running to and from the starting place. But rather than write about the running which was somewhat physically challenging, I would like to write about something that has been somewhat emotionally and socially challenging for me in this triathlon training: it is truly not a radical (or even progressive, or even thoughtful) space.
I've been joking casually about how I am the shortest, grayest, and most Jewish person on our team. And while it's funny to say this, the ways in which it's actually true are painful. Basically, most of the people on my team aren't very warm to me, including my coach. Is it because they're shy? Awkward? More comfortable with people more like them? (White, gentile, straight men and women?) Maybe. And so I do what I always try to do -- treat them as if they want to be warm to me. I smile at them, I say hi, I joke around. And believe it or not -- 9 times out of 10, they stare blankly back at me, as if I wasn't even there. Is it because they're shy? Awkward? Worried about the two beat kick we are learning in the pool? Maybe. And so I do what I always try to do -- treat them as if they want to be warm to me. Until I don't anymore, and I just think to myself, "Fuck it. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to learn how to race a triathlon." Score one for the evil side.
But ... I am only telling part of the story. There are some people on my team who are consistently nice to me. Wary as I am of racial profiling, we've now been training together for 6 weeks, and so I feel like my scientific sample is growing more and more reliable. I'll give you one guess. OK, two guesses. You got it already? Right. Black people. The black people are consistently warm and friendly to me. And guess who else? The Latinos.
What's up with that? Am I actually warmer to my black and Latino teammates than I am to my white ones and everyone senses it and responds in kind? Are my black and Latino teammates feeling as marginalized as I am and so are more predisposed to respond to my warmth with warmth in return? Does it have nothing to do with me, and my black and Latino teammates are generally warmer and more team-oriented? Or more intentionally welcoming? Or some other explanation?
And by the way, where are the Jews? This is Brooklyn! Josh didn't believe me that I can't find the Jews on the team, and so I read him the names of the people I'm training with. Sander. Bullock. Stewart. Beam. Morefield. Stover. Maxwell. Hale. It was around this point that he raised a white flag in surrender. And I wasn't even intentionally omitting all the -berg and -stein names. They're really not there!
And while we're at it, where are the queers? They must be there, but I cannot find them. There was one woman in the pool who was nice to me one time, and she had hairy legs (I am not making this up) but I haven't seen her back again. The thing is, I actually know where the queers are. They are training with the Tritons, like I probably should have.
So what does any of this have to do with my Mussar practice? Well, it is a whole lot of otherness, isn't it? And a lot of it is coming from me. If the practice is to consider what is the burden of the other, I think I am actually doing well. If the practice is to become at home anywhere, even when I feel marginalized, I still have some work to do. I do have a sense that I belong, and I do have my own private understanding that I am doing really well, considering that I am totally keeping up with the majority of 20 somethings who are training. I might not be as fast as they are, but I am doing everything they are doing -- just slower. (Except in the pool, when I am doing it faster.)
Strangely, I think what I really need to do is stop worrying about the other people. Stop comparing myself. Stop worrying if they are judging me, and just reach for enjoyment of my own body moving through space. If I can do that -- if I can enjoy myself while I am training -- then I probably won't care how people see me, or don't.
I mean, I have run up a hill before, and I have run down a hill before, but I have never run up a hill, and then run back down it only to intentionally run up it again, over and over again for 40 minutes. OK, 30, once you count the time running to and from the starting place. But rather than write about the running which was somewhat physically challenging, I would like to write about something that has been somewhat emotionally and socially challenging for me in this triathlon training: it is truly not a radical (or even progressive, or even thoughtful) space.
I've been joking casually about how I am the shortest, grayest, and most Jewish person on our team. And while it's funny to say this, the ways in which it's actually true are painful. Basically, most of the people on my team aren't very warm to me, including my coach. Is it because they're shy? Awkward? More comfortable with people more like them? (White, gentile, straight men and women?) Maybe. And so I do what I always try to do -- treat them as if they want to be warm to me. I smile at them, I say hi, I joke around. And believe it or not -- 9 times out of 10, they stare blankly back at me, as if I wasn't even there. Is it because they're shy? Awkward? Worried about the two beat kick we are learning in the pool? Maybe. And so I do what I always try to do -- treat them as if they want to be warm to me. Until I don't anymore, and I just think to myself, "Fuck it. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to learn how to race a triathlon." Score one for the evil side.
But ... I am only telling part of the story. There are some people on my team who are consistently nice to me. Wary as I am of racial profiling, we've now been training together for 6 weeks, and so I feel like my scientific sample is growing more and more reliable. I'll give you one guess. OK, two guesses. You got it already? Right. Black people. The black people are consistently warm and friendly to me. And guess who else? The Latinos.
What's up with that? Am I actually warmer to my black and Latino teammates than I am to my white ones and everyone senses it and responds in kind? Are my black and Latino teammates feeling as marginalized as I am and so are more predisposed to respond to my warmth with warmth in return? Does it have nothing to do with me, and my black and Latino teammates are generally warmer and more team-oriented? Or more intentionally welcoming? Or some other explanation?
And by the way, where are the Jews? This is Brooklyn! Josh didn't believe me that I can't find the Jews on the team, and so I read him the names of the people I'm training with. Sander. Bullock. Stewart. Beam. Morefield. Stover. Maxwell. Hale. It was around this point that he raised a white flag in surrender. And I wasn't even intentionally omitting all the -berg and -stein names. They're really not there!
And while we're at it, where are the queers? They must be there, but I cannot find them. There was one woman in the pool who was nice to me one time, and she had hairy legs (I am not making this up) but I haven't seen her back again. The thing is, I actually know where the queers are. They are training with the Tritons, like I probably should have.
So what does any of this have to do with my Mussar practice? Well, it is a whole lot of otherness, isn't it? And a lot of it is coming from me. If the practice is to consider what is the burden of the other, I think I am actually doing well. If the practice is to become at home anywhere, even when I feel marginalized, I still have some work to do. I do have a sense that I belong, and I do have my own private understanding that I am doing really well, considering that I am totally keeping up with the majority of 20 somethings who are training. I might not be as fast as they are, but I am doing everything they are doing -- just slower. (Except in the pool, when I am doing it faster.)
Strangely, I think what I really need to do is stop worrying about the other people. Stop comparing myself. Stop worrying if they are judging me, and just reach for enjoyment of my own body moving through space. If I can do that -- if I can enjoy myself while I am training -- then I probably won't care how people see me, or don't.
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