-on hiatus-

(update: broken links should work now)

Want to see a bit of the rally that kind of got me into trouble? Here ya go, in easily consumable vidlet form, even. I also added a link to ULead, since all the Vidlets are edited with MediaStudio Pro 7, kindly donated by the people at ULead. Editing systems are all kind of similar, but the main advantage of MSP7 is that it recognizes the .avi files my Canon takes, while Premiere 6.5 doesn’t. I have yet to try Final Cut Pro 4 in this respect.

I’ve been keeping busy filming corporate interviews for the past few days, and I still have several more to go. There’s one tomorrow in Taichung, which should be a nice chance to get out of this crazy town for a little while. I really need to make some new namecards and set up a more professional and less personal alternative to this site.

In other news, I’ve learned that “the other American immigrant” I’ve been hearing so much about is actually Robin Winkler, an environmental lawyer whom I contacted a year or so ago concerning my book. He lives in Taipei, is quite a bit older than me and only just immigrated, though he’s lived here for a bit longer than I have; apparently he can’t vote yet and at 50 is well past the military draft age. I suppose there will be more and more Western immigrants to Taiwan as time goes by, though I’ve only heard of a handful so far. For some reason everyone assumes we all must know each other.

People are adorning their cars and scooters with political flags, and both parties have people out on the streets handing out brochures, shouting slogans, or yelling at groups of office ladies…oh wait, that’s just the crazy guy down on the corner.

At the shoot today there was a large hunk of crystal in the office in question. It was on wheels, so I tried to move it to improve the shot, but I couldn’t budge it. I thought I must be really out of shape until the owner told me it weighed nearly 900 pounds. My question is, what’s the point of the wheels? In the end it was easier to just move everything else in the office.

有一個新的短片, 就是那天去參

昨天晚上跟一位民進黨黨團代表談我在313遊行出現的事件. 談話的內容不能公開講, 除非我想被告. 我可以說

我昨天去參

Update: According to news stories concerning my appearance yesterday at the KMT offices, the DPP is considering suing me, though I don’t recall anything in my contract for the commercial that says I have to support the DPP. In fact, there’s nothing in the contract apart from their rights to use the commercial. Also, apparently the mix-up about the Kaohsiung speech arose from the fact that they had another American who immigrated to Taiwan arranged to speak at the rally there, and they got the names mixed up or something. Well, that’s ok, then. I had no idea this guy existed, but I guess it makes sense that they got us confused. I don’t think the DPP will sue, though. That’s most likely something the media just made up to beef up the story.

I know I said I wasn’t going to the Blue rally yesterday, but after hearing the reports about me in the paper about me being such a staunch DPP supporter, and also that some friends of mine were going to the rally, I decided to forego the B&Q trip and go to at least part of the rally instead.

I took the MRT, thinking I’d get off at the Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall Station, but after the train stopped there and everyone lined up to get off, the doors stayed shut. Then the driver announced that the train couldn’t stop at that station because there were simply too many people there, so off we went to the next stop, City Hall Station, which was also really crowded. As I walked back to SYS Hall, I passed a large hot-air balloon three guys were trying to get off the ground. The city government had closed down several sections of Zhongxiao East Road. They were handing out flags and red headbands with the character for “change” on it. Eventually I found one of my friends, but in the crowd it was nigh impossible to find anyone else.

We joined the throng marching westward towards the presidential office, where the main event was supposed to take place at 3:20, but so many people crowded the streets there was little chance of reaching it in time. As we walked people shouted slogans and waved little flags, blasting air horns and whistles. One guy even had a trombone, and another carried a bamboo flute. Flags of all shapes and sizes were everywhere. People in the office buildings along Zhongxiao Rd hung out their windows and waved flags as well. All in all it seemed like a happy crowd, representing a large cross section of society. At one intersection a short video of the Lian/Song dancing dolls was playing, and the crowd just waved their flags and laughed at it. In-rally Theater.

We shuffled along, stopping at intersections to let traffic through, until we reached Sogo Department Store. I got a call from my college roomie Yao Fu-wen saying that we should wait for him there, as he was several minutes behind us, so we stood on the chairs in front of Sogo and watch the flood of people go by. It was amazing how many people there were. Helicopters flew overhead periodically, and every time one appeared the crowd would wave their flags at it. I saw several foreigners shuffle by as I waited for Fu-wen, who showed up after about half an hour. People were taking pictures of me in my jacket, probably since I’d replaced the Tommy Hilfiger brand my friend Clar took off several years ago with an ROC flag. I took several little videos with my Canon and will probably put together a vidlet of the experience soon.

We started off again, chatting as we went, and eventually turned south at Jianguo South Road, which was something of a bottleneck as we only had one lane, and then along the pleasantly green divided lanes of Ren-ai Road. By this time it was almost 4, and I had told Tall Paul I’d be at his office at 4, so I had to take off before we reached the presidential office. Fu-wen said we should have dinner; I told him to give me a call later before I hopped in a cab and left the sea of people swamping Ren-ai Road. Later I found police estimated about 2.6 million people joined in rallies islandwide, with about 600,000 in the Taipei rally alone. Everyone seemed really happy with the turnout. It was a big, friendly crowd, and spirits were high.

Dean joined Tall Paul, Darrell and I to have a look at and do some test shots of the soundstage at NTU. From the test shots Darrell sent, I think it should work ok as long as we’re careful with our colors on the blue screen. We also learned a bit about electrical interference and angles. It’s a good space, and I think we can do a lot with it in the future.

Fu-wen called around 5, and I found myself at the KMT offices where he works at around 6. I was hanging around the press room when the guy at the podium, whom I though was doing a camera test as no-one was in the audience, called me up to ask me how the rally went. I assumed he thought it would be fun to ask a foreigner about the rally, but after I went up there I realized it was a real interview and reporters were actually filming us, so naturally I froze and stuttered on about stupid stuff for a few moments, hoping the guy, who it turned out was a legislator, would realize what a bad public relations asset I would make and let me go. Then he started asking questions about the DPP commercial I did. Uh-oh, I though, and tried to explain the best I could and excuse myself to get the hell out of there. After I escaped the podium, however, a flock of reporters pounced on me. At first I didn’t see any cameras, but they came just after the reporters. They asked me about the commercial, of course, and I said that I admired the spirit the commercial expressed, that I was only trying to explain that many people probably assumed I supported the DPP because of it, and that this wasn’t necessariily true, etc., etc.

By then I was pretty sure I was going to end up on the evening news again, no doubt with all kinds of scary words put in my mouth, but by then it was too late. After the interview I went out for dinner with Fu-wen and a few other of his co-workers. They, of course, downplayed the interview thing, saying it probably wouldn’t be noticed. I was starved by that time, and the Thai food we were having was delicious Very Thai was the name of the restaurant, on Fuxing North Road. It’s really good, but not as pricey as the stark black decor would indicate.

The demonstrations and rallies are probably going on today as well. These last few days before the election are going to be interesting. I imagine both parties will be pulling out all the stops in their efforts to gain the upper hand and attract the swing vote.

I was talking with someone this afternoon when they asked me when I was heading to Kaohsiung. “Huh? Why would I be going there?” I asked. It turns out that the China Times is reporting that I am a featured speaker at a DPP rally down there tomorrow. This comes as a complete surprise to me, of course. Someone from the DPP did call me the other night to ask me for some kind of statement of outright support for Chen Shui-bian, but I declined. But for them to put my name on their roster’s a bit much. I think I’m going to have to have a word with these people. Tomorrow’s a big Pan-Blue rally/march/demonstration/pajama party, but I’ve already made plans to go look for glide-cam materials at B&Q with Dean, after which I’m going to go look at some blue screen stuff with Tall Paul and Darrell.

Yesterday Dean sent me the graphic he made for the Clay Soldiers DVD cover, and it looks great, very professional looking. Now I have it up on my shelf right next to “You Only Live Twice” and other spy-ish DVDs.