The polish runaway who ate wasabi tuna

After being swept away for nine days in a world of art, culture and fantasy, I have finally peeled my ass off the not-so-comfy theatre seat and returned to the real world. My favorite event in town, the Calgary International Film Festival just wrapped up their 7th successful year and although my eyes are a little irritated, my mind's content and occupied by the thoughts of inspiration and analyis that come from watching creative film making.

One of my favorite parts of the festival is running into the other film buffs I have met over the years. It's great meeting like minded individuals and discussing movies with slightly more depth than just the standard "good" or "bad" phrases we usually utter. I don't even have names for some of these festival regulars. Just comfortable familiar faces I see once a year. It's nice that way, not knowing anything about them, no complications, just immersing ourselves in one common interest.