12.21.2005
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11/29/2005
dawn is very friendly. she likes people. you can tell. however, her social approach is a little bit creepy. she stares at you too long during lulls in the conversations she starts. my guess would be that she's a rare breed - a socially awkward person who loves to socialize. as you might imagine, i freak out when she tries to talk to me, a person with no social skills whatsoever.
we were in the conference room at the end of today to say good-bye to rohan. there is a table in there but the well-wishers outnumbered the chairs. i was one of the chaired. dawn was not. a box of cookies rested on the table in front of me. dawn wanted some. as she stood behind me, all i could think was "please don't talk to me. please don't talk to me."
"you remind me of someone. someone famous."
"uh-oh."
"yeah...from a movie i saw recently."
"really?"
she paused. it was clear that she was racking her brain.
"DEAD POET'S SOCIETY!"
"ahhh, yes. i've heard that before."
"has anyone ever told you that?"
did i mention dawn has amazing listening skills?
"yup."
"do know which person i mean?"
"i think so."
"you know... the one who commits suicide at the end."
she smiled. i faked one. the irony, lost on her, almost choked me.
12/20/2005
i feel more like a new yorker now after yesterday. standing ass to elbow with a couple thousand real new yorkers outside of penn station for 100 minutes last night might have something to do with that. here's a conversation that killed a good 1/50th of those 100 minutes.
a smiley, middle-aged, curly-haired lady with glasses ended up squished next to me for a bit. she smiled at me (that's what smiley ladies do), so i smiled back and said
"this is ridiculous, isn't it?"
"it sure is. they're not even telling us anything."
"i know. i can't believe it."
"me neither...hey, do you ever watch that show 'house?' he's a doctor. doctor house."
"yes."
"do you know his friend there?"
i wasn't exactly sure who she meant but i said "yes" anyway.
"the one in oncology?"
i still wasn't sure who she meant but i figured i've watched enough of the show to figure it out on the fly. i said "yes" again.
"you look like him."
it was then that i knew exactly who she meant. a half-smile/half-laugh escaped me.
"i've been told that before."
"really? because i've been looking at you for the past 20 minutes trying to figure out who you reminded me of."
"that's funny."
"you could be his brother or something."
"you think so?"
"yeah, it's uncanny."
11/29/2005
dawn is very friendly. she likes people. you can tell. however, her social approach is a little bit creepy. she stares at you too long during lulls in the conversations she starts. my guess would be that she's a rare breed - a socially awkward person who loves to socialize. as you might imagine, i freak out when she tries to talk to me, a person with no social skills whatsoever.
we were in the conference room at the end of today to say good-bye to rohan. there is a table in there but the well-wishers outnumbered the chairs. i was one of the chaired. dawn was not. a box of cookies rested on the table in front of me. dawn wanted some. as she stood behind me, all i could think was "please don't talk to me. please don't talk to me."
"you remind me of someone. someone famous."
"uh-oh."
"yeah...from a movie i saw recently."
"really?"
she paused. it was clear that she was racking her brain.
"DEAD POET'S SOCIETY!"
"ahhh, yes. i've heard that before."
"has anyone ever told you that?"
did i mention dawn has amazing listening skills?
"yup."
"do know which person i mean?"
"i think so."
"you know... the one who commits suicide at the end."
she smiled. i faked one. the irony, lost on her, almost choked me.
12/20/2005
i feel more like a new yorker now after yesterday. standing ass to elbow with a couple thousand real new yorkers outside of penn station for 100 minutes last night might have something to do with that. here's a conversation that killed a good 1/50th of those 100 minutes.
a smiley, middle-aged, curly-haired lady with glasses ended up squished next to me for a bit. she smiled at me (that's what smiley ladies do), so i smiled back and said
"this is ridiculous, isn't it?"
"it sure is. they're not even telling us anything."
"i know. i can't believe it."
"me neither...hey, do you ever watch that show 'house?' he's a doctor. doctor house."
"yes."
"do you know his friend there?"
i wasn't exactly sure who she meant but i said "yes" anyway.
"the one in oncology?"
i still wasn't sure who she meant but i figured i've watched enough of the show to figure it out on the fly. i said "yes" again.
"you look like him."
it was then that i knew exactly who she meant. a half-smile/half-laugh escaped me.
"i've been told that before."
"really? because i've been looking at you for the past 20 minutes trying to figure out who you reminded me of."
"that's funny."
"you could be his brother or something."
"you think so?"
"yeah, it's uncanny."
