Sitting on a beach bench by the sea in St. Ives, Cornwall, England, a man sits, reading a book about the Dalai Lama.
I sit on the other end of the bench, and open my Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke, which I'm reading for the third time. Soon, the man's wife arrives, and we strike up a conversation. It's not long before I realize who this man is, and why he might be reading a book about the Dalai Lama.
Life is strange. Here I am, studying film and video editing, and I happen to chance upon a man who has made film his life's work.
Who needs fiction, when real life holds so many surprises.
"Michael's credits include Shirley MacLaine's Inner Workout, The Beach Boys: An American Band, Hardware Wars, Dolphin Adventures, Diet For A New America, and Field Of Fish among others."
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S. MacLaine's Inner Workout? The Beach Boys?!?
hummmm....
Anyway, some more real-life fiction: While you were posting your Charm of St. Ives entry and using the words "the rats of the sea" I was busy posting my Exploding Pigeon Syndrome (EPS) picture at flickr, where I used the term "flying rats" to describe pigeons. Funny, that. :P
Posted by: Michiel | Monday, 18 July 2005 at 11:21 AM
Hey, Michiel.
What an amazing shot! Never knew that could happen to pigeons!
About MWP: I'm more interested in the upcoming films "Chasing Fire" and "Tibetan Pilgrimage."
How ironic that we simultaneously posted our rat-bird comments. Might this be an example of apophenia? :P
Yeah: funny, that. :-) Did anyone mention "fate"? :-)
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Posted by: totem pole guy | Tuesday, 13 March 2007 at 06:36 PM