Re: yet another "are you two brothers?" anecdote
- From: jankplus@xxxxxxxxx (Mike Jankulak)
- Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2008 20:49:55 +0000 (UTC)
Robert S. Coren <coren@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Mike Jankulak <jankplus@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Robert S. Coren <coren@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
And I've been staying out of the thread because everyone is sick of
hearing me whine about it.
If I refrained from posting something because I thought it was
whiny and would make people sick, I'd never write anything at all.
(1) Well, you don't, in fact, post very much.
Do so! In fact, I was #1 in Jess' stats for June, so there.
(2) I didn't mean to imply that *you* were whining, or that anyone was
sick of hearing about it from from you;
And I didn't mean to suggest that I thought you were so implying.
The comment was meant to be a semi-obscure encouragement to you
to whine more, or at least, not to forego whining if the spirit
moved you. And I at least take great comfort from your posts
on this particular topic, the whinier the better.
obAreYouTwoEtc: Another data point coms from my last (mid-June)
work trip to St. Croix. One of my co-workers and I went out to
eat one night. Right as we were being seated at our table, the
waitress squinted her eyes at us and asked, are you two...
related? This was even more bizarre than ever, because D and I
don't resemble each other at all. Me in my late 30s, he in his
mid-to-late 20s (I think); me long-haired + grey-bearded (at the
time, anyway), he more-or-less buzz-cut with a pencil-line of
beard following the line of his chin. Me motss, he not. And
no particular born-of-long-association vibe, we've worked on the
same project on-and-off for four years but we very rarely work
together on individual tasks.
So perhaps, I thought, people just keep talking to keep their
brains from starting to work, or however the late Douglas Adams
phrased it. Because clearly it doesn't *mean* anything.
Another nearly-completely-unrelated anecdote: Sim and I saw
_Shining City_ at a local theatre (in what I thought was a
very good production) last night. We'd bought tickets half-
price yesterday morning and ended up in the back row (part
of the proceeds of the half-price day-of ticket thing go to
our local NPR radio station, which is cool). We were
scanning the program when into the audience walked a local
actress, K, and a friend. We'd just seen K in an anthology
of short plays (it's an annual event called "Summer Shorts").
I poked Sim "it that...?" and he said, sotto voce, "yes!!"
K and friend peered at their tickets and made their way
towards our back row (which I should mention is only row
F, because the theatre is wide but not very deep).
We held our breath as they approached (surely a famous actress
isn't going to be put in the back row??) until K took the seat
right beside Sim and her friend the one beyond that. K joked,
"I guess they put all the tall people in back!" I felt all
giggly in a star-struck sort of way but there was no way in
hell I was going to say anything, not even "I like your work,"
because that's just not me, in my value-system that would be
A few minutes went by with K + friend reading through their
programs. Some more smalltalk about the back-row seats might
have been made (particularly because the entire block of
seats in from of us were not occupied) and then K turned to
me and asked me who I was, because I "looked SO familiar."
My name was solicited, then my profession and where I worked
(after I explained -- computer work with coral scientists at
a NOAA lab -- K's friend offered "nope, you DON'T know him").
Still K stared at me, and finally said maybe she'd seen me
at other shows. At which point Sim and I both allowed as
how we HAD seen her work, and very much liked it. K seemed
surprised -- she'd obviously meant to suggest we'd seen each
other before as audience members, not while she was performing.
"Did you see Summer Shorts?" she asked, and when we said yes,
she indicated her friend, who was then revealed to be none
other than E, another actress from Summer Shorts. I don't
know why we didn't recognize E before that except that K
is impossible to mistake, tall, blond, extremely curly hair,
distinctive laugh, and E was sitting beyond her. Although
E did some screamingly funny bits in some of the plays and
we were able to recall some of our favourites to her.
Eventually the theatre director stopped by to welcome the
ladies (and Sim, but he snubbed me, which was just odd).
K suggested they could move forward and he agreed
enthusiastically, so they did (Sim and I ended up staying
put because, due to the setup of the theatre and the
particular location of our seats, we formed the opinion
that we'd have the best viewing experience where we were).
But I spent the first act-and-a-half all distracted by
the experience that had preceded. K had been quite
insistent that she knew me.
So maybe I just look like, well, people. Like everyone. I
look like Sim, I look like D, I look like some acquaintance
of K's. I blend into crowds, I'm everyone's identical twin. It
would save me from having to come with my OWN identity, anyhow.
jank+, makes as much sense as any other explanation
"Your Uncle Albert and I had a whirlpool romance,"
Aunt Ruthie tells me. Then she pauses. "Is that
the word I mean?" -- Patricia Volk
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