Wednesday, March 21


Cable Car Suspended

I'm very pleased with the way this Virgin Stripped Bare By Her Bachelors Blog-a-Thon has gone. And it's still going: comments sections are starting to sprout discussions, and I'm expecting at least three late entries to arrive in the next couple days, so keep your eye on this site. I'm a little embarrassed to reveal that one of the late entries is my own. I'm happy with the reflection I was able to complete, but I haven't been able to finish my essay yet. This is what I get when I mix one part over-ambitiousness, two parts procrastination, two parts delightful distraction (including unexpected houseguests among other things), one part disorganization, and one part having all my notes swept by a gust of underground wind out of my satchel and onto the third rail of the BART train as I was about to head over to the Pacific Film Archive to hear Hong's q-and-a (I'm not joking, and you should have seen the look on my face when I realized what had just happened), and stir.

The thing about notes, though, is that the act of writing them down is almost as helpful a memory aid as looking at them afterward. I'm pretty sure I still have most if not all my ideas up there in my head, clamoring to get out onto an essay. And perhaps it's for the best; viewing the film once again and hearing some of Hong's answers in the q-and-a helped clarify some of the issues around his working method in general and Virgin Stripped bare By Her Bachelors in particular.

Thanks for your patience.

We'll just call this losing your notes to the wind your Hongian moment. And speaking of Hongian moments, I had mine yesterday during my walk home.

As I approached Fillmore walking down Sacramento, I was about to walk on the North side. But then I wondered, 'Hey, maybe Hong is hanging at Peet's Coffee where I'd taken him the previous day?' So I stayed on the South side of Sacramento.

And who ended up serendipitously meeting me at the corner at Peet's? Hong! A wonderful "surprise" straight out of a Hong film.
I'm not a fan of Q and A's in general and that first question was so typical of why that I had to get out of there. I felt bad, though, since it was mostly empty, and wished we'd just left during the credits. But then we were gone and I didn't say hi, and I'm sorry. Next time. (Also, I saw you approaching the PFA but I was in a not-quite-deep conversation and kind of scatterbrained so that's why I didn't shout your name.) My reflection will hopefully go up soon.
Adam, your moment sounds a lot more enjoyable than mine. Though actually, once I got over the shock a few minutes later I could see the humor in it. I'm not sure I'm yet at the point of being glad it happened, but I accept it.

Ryland, I was in such an oblivious mode when I approached the PFA that I didn't even think to look for you until during the q-and-a. I understand your allergy to q-and-a sessions, though I must say I felt this one improved overall as the questions went along; you can read more here. As you'll see, the last question especially is a marvel of insight. ;)

I'm looking forward to reading your reaction. And I'm glad that at least you now know what I look like, even if I was too spaced out to achieve the reverse.
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