Caught in the net
Jul. 25th, 2009 09:19 amFor only the second time ever (that I can recall) I've met someone in the flesh whom I first met through the internet. Yesterday I got together with
e_compass_rosa, who is in town with her sister to empty out their uncle's storage locker. Their uncle, Sal, died earlier this year.
When I picked up the two of them, I was handed several gifts from the storage locker: five copies of Sal's poetry collection ("A seamless fusion of TV babble, Shakespeare, proletarian newspeak, the Bible, Fifties doo-wop lyrics, advertising, and cornball jokes." --The Poetry Project Newsletter), a Guillow's giant scale balsa flying model kit of a German Junkers JU-87-B Stuka, and an old jean jacket. And they say that LiveJournal is a waste of time!
The three of us headed to El Chupacabra on Greenwood, where E's sister was going to meet some other folks. We had margaritas and chips and guacamole, and E and A told stories about their uncle and about their incredible trip to Guadalajara to bring him back to California so he could die in hospice (and family) comfort there. Then E and I went to Madame K's in Ballard for pizza and the kind of fine gossip that you just can't get on LJ. After that we moved down to Hattie's Hat for a beer and more conversation about life, relationships, and creative aspirations.
As E remarked, the funny thing about meeting people who you know through LJ is that they already know more about you than a lot of other people in your life, just from reading your LJ posts. I think we were both worried beforehand that we would end up not having anything to say to each other face-to-face, but we actually talked our heads off like old Friends. Very much the same experience I had when
holyoutlaw and I met
kdotdammit earlier this year.
I think I actually have met most of my LJ Friends in real life, but there are at least a few more that I haven't. I should do a count to see how many. Look forward to meeting the rest of you Real Soon Now!
Meanwhile, thanks for all the gifts, E, and all the gossip. Hm. Did you ever finish the story of Sal's AK-47? Hey, you forgot the left-over pizza!
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When I picked up the two of them, I was handed several gifts from the storage locker: five copies of Sal's poetry collection ("A seamless fusion of TV babble, Shakespeare, proletarian newspeak, the Bible, Fifties doo-wop lyrics, advertising, and cornball jokes." --The Poetry Project Newsletter), a Guillow's giant scale balsa flying model kit of a German Junkers JU-87-B Stuka, and an old jean jacket. And they say that LiveJournal is a waste of time!
The three of us headed to El Chupacabra on Greenwood, where E's sister was going to meet some other folks. We had margaritas and chips and guacamole, and E and A told stories about their uncle and about their incredible trip to Guadalajara to bring him back to California so he could die in hospice (and family) comfort there. Then E and I went to Madame K's in Ballard for pizza and the kind of fine gossip that you just can't get on LJ. After that we moved down to Hattie's Hat for a beer and more conversation about life, relationships, and creative aspirations.
As E remarked, the funny thing about meeting people who you know through LJ is that they already know more about you than a lot of other people in your life, just from reading your LJ posts. I think we were both worried beforehand that we would end up not having anything to say to each other face-to-face, but we actually talked our heads off like old Friends. Very much the same experience I had when
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I think I actually have met most of my LJ Friends in real life, but there are at least a few more that I haven't. I should do a count to see how many. Look forward to meeting the rest of you Real Soon Now!
Meanwhile, thanks for all the gifts, E, and all the gossip. Hm. Did you ever finish the story of Sal's AK-47? Hey, you forgot the left-over pizza!