One Year Later
At the wheel of Grandpa's old black Fiat
I started this blog on my birthday a year ago at the urging of my friend Joey. After dinner and a few beers together, he set up a Blogger account for me and commanded me to draw and write something for my first post. I'm so glad that he did.
From the beginning, I hoped this wouldn't exclusively be a filmblog — although film will always be my primary interest, I suspect — but instead (and how narcissistic does this sound?) a blog that was sort of a mirror of my own self. Thank you, dear reader, for tolerating and humoring that notion over the course of the past year.
A word on the curious topknot above. I asked my mom about it and she said this: "When you were little, we lived in New Delhi for a couple of years. You were a sociable kid. Many of the auto rickshaw drivers were Sikh, and you liked to chat them up. One day, you asked me to tie you a Sikh-style topknot. It was a big hit whenever we went out. Soon, you refused to leave home without it. I think the topknot infatuation period lasted about a year."