There's a joke about my undergrad alma mater's motto, which loosely translated from Latin means "not to be ministered unto, but to minister," which wags back in the ancient day morphed into "not to be ministered unto, but to be minister's wives" or somesuch. Some other time we'll talk about how my Latin teacher wanted me expelled, but it's late.
All of which is the long way round to saying that today I finally saw Celine and Julie Go Boating, and my former student, an amazing artist recently relocated from Chicago, joined me. Which marks only the second time I can recall seeing a movie in some third place with a person who's taken a film class with me. [For those playing the home version, the other time was Zodiac at the Arclight.] It was lovely to have our post-film conversation blossom from "Seriously, Rivette, what the fuck?" and "Everything was possible" to a more wide-ranging catching-up and comparing of notes.
I mentioned how I now see what I do, teaching where I do, as modeling a different way of being in the world. And we talked about the sometimes hard work of finding one's people, however construed. And so, in the post-magicienne haze of Celine et Julie, I wanted to say thank you to spambots and alleged humans alike, whom I've met thanks to this little corner of the internets, for being my people and modeling a different way of being in the world.
Or something. As I mentioned, it's late.