With BAs in Film and Theater I can be a little melodramatic. I often envision myself starring in the grandest movie of all time. This fascination started out small… presenting music videos to the basement mirror in junior high. I can remember a particularly violent one to a Red Hot Chili Peppers song that involved me throwing the contents of the room around and looking moody in the dresser mirror. Now, I simply think of my life as the movie. I’ve added all sorts of climaxes and plot twists along the way. In today’s chapter, there are hurried hugs goodbye and a mother laughing, embarrassed by her tears as our protagonist rounds the corner onto a moving walkway past dancing LED lights towards a journey far way. There is a dramatic Grey’s Anatomy style soundtrack, it’s a wide-angle shot, and the camera is motionless as our leading man glides out of view. It’s a little bit Up in the Air, part Garden State ending, and a touch Geico commercial
I achieved this effect with an iPod blasting some epic music and four trips back and forth between terminal’s C and D. I probably could have gone on embracing this cinematic emotional journey in my head if I didn’t catch a glimpse of the “America Store” and this:
It got me thinking about what will inevitably be a major part of this blog and my journey – scrutinizing the differences between two nations. For instance: Will a grown man in New Zealand wear a velour track suite to the airport like the gentleman sitting across from me at terminal C23 did this morning? And if they have a store called “New Zealand” at the airport in Auckland, what will the T-shirts say?
My plane ride to LA was five hours of blinding white, chasing the morning sun across the cloud-covered states below. I did not have to worry about conversations with my seatmate because, as I awkwardly discovered, he was a deaf mute. I am at LAX now, awaiting my long flight to Auckland this evening. The next time I write, I will be down under. Cue the music.