Finally an entry not about love....

OK, so the other night I went to see “The Illusionist”, which I believe deserved more than the 2 stars it was given in the reviews. At the beginning of the movie, they did something that really wowed me. Paul Giamatti’s character is walking down a hallway, looking like he’s going to his own execution, and the hallway he’s walking down is covered floor to ceiling with antlers and mounted animal heads. Now at this point, we haven’t been introduced to Rufus Sewell’s character, but just from that hallway, you get such an intense feeling for the kind of character he will be. I love a good introduction like that.

This got me thinking about good introductions, and the one that immediately came to mind was Dr. Frankenfurter in “Rocky Horror Picture Show”. Things are just getting weird, when that elevator descends, and he is almost presented to us. And what a great song!!! And that outfit!!! A character like that really deserves a great intro and a great end if he has to have one (which he does).

Being the absolute narcissist that I am, I started to think about people in my life and their introductions into it. No one has really had a terrific exit from my life cause for the most part, I am still in touch with most and if I’m not I am a firm believer that nothing really ever ends. People come in and out of my life in ways that I could never imagine and I’m glad about that. But beginnings....there have been some great ones.

I remember the 7th grade, homeroom, sitting between t and j. They were already friends and I was the go-between for their notes passed in class, and it really was just a great coincidence of alphabetization that I got to know both. My first memory of t, is coming to her house, and seeing in her room one poster of tony hawk and one of either inxs or u2 (or maybe both) and thinking that she was the coolest girl I ever met. Twenty years later and I was not wrong...

My first impression of Moz was not so kind. Pablo and I were at orientation at PSU and we sat behind this group of absolutely arrogant and obnoxious guys. One of them had the hair and the glasses and a Morrissey t-shirt and was the worst of the gang. And I thought, “What an awful person!” A few weeks later onchard and he were in photography class and I actually talked to him. Within minutes I was sitting on his lap- I knew he was a wolf in wolves clothing, but I just couldn’t resist.

This of course leads me to wonder if I have had any great introductions into anyone’s life. Probably not, I think I tend to creep in slowly. Like mold.