I left my apartment in Chelsea at 7:30 in the morning yesterday, primed and pumped for a fantastic week in Columbia, Missouri at the Fifth Annual True/False Film Festival. Had an exceedingly strange conversation with my driver on the way to LaGuardia, about politics of all things. Now I’m a firm believer that there’s two things you never bring up in uncertain company, religion and politics, but he busted it out first so I figured what the hey. Mr. Limo is a voting democrat, though he seemed to have little faith that anyone could beat John McCain. He also confessed to being an Obama fan essentially by default, his logic being that the man seems ’smart’, and that a woman obviously could never be a good president, because she’d continually be changing her mind. This is straight from him, so forgo the threatening letters please. That shut me up in a hurry, ’cause I wasn’t about to attempt undoing what must be 40 years of sexism in this man’s perception. So I gave him a ‘hey, what’cha gonna do’ kind of answer and made him put on sports radio.

Thirteen hours later I stumbled into my hotel room. No, fourteen hours, including the time-zone change. I feel like I should been in Equador or Iceland for all that. Plus, I have no conception of where I am, nor why it took me such an unconscionable amount of time to get here. Perhaps our plane flew into a time warp. Perhaps I was mesmerized by the dancing water fountain at the Detroit Airport and ended up on a later flight. All I know is, I’m here now, and the week is shaping up to be very promising.

I haven’t seen a film yet, so there’s not much to say, but stay tuned for more from me, Jordan and Danielle as the real juice of the fest gets flowing. And check this out, to see how I burned through ten minutes of the roughly 4 hour layover and delay. Sweet!