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If you read all my weblogs, you know that I sometimes find the whereabouts of interesting people from my past by way of the Net, say "Yay, I'm definitely gonna write him/her", and often leave it at that.
The nice part is when my strategy wins because they come to me. I just got an email from one of the first friends I made electronically, over a BBS in Naples, Florida, during my senior year of high school there. I'm crafting the reply now, but I have to share the pointer to his muscial alter ego, the fabulous and funky Lon Moher. I feel like I know a character from a "Parrapa the Rappa" game, now. Excellent. (Though personally, I think the motif on his sign should be a Googie boomerang.)
This reminds me that I did in fact succeed a few months ago in contacting Katie, my college paper editor-in-chief at UMaine, and more-or-less friend (as much as I was capable of making friends during this time period). She works in east Cambridge, which wasn't much of a shocker, since she's a Boston native and her inexhaustible beantown tales doubtless fueled the idea in my head that this would someday be the city for me. We set up the beginning of a lunch date, but never followed through on it. I wonder if it wouldn't be too pushy to try again. My experience suggests: No, it would not, because every single act of social initiative on my part feels too pushy, at first. I have nothing to lose, and maybe another friend to gain.
The nice part is when my strategy wins because they come to me. I just got an email from one of the first friends I made electronically, over a BBS in Naples, Florida, during my senior year of high school there. I'm crafting the reply now, but I have to share the pointer to his muscial alter ego, the fabulous and funky Lon Moher. I feel like I know a character from a "Parrapa the Rappa" game, now. Excellent. (Though personally, I think the motif on his sign should be a Googie boomerang.)
This reminds me that I did in fact succeed a few months ago in contacting Katie, my college paper editor-in-chief at UMaine, and more-or-less friend (as much as I was capable of making friends during this time period). She works in east Cambridge, which wasn't much of a shocker, since she's a Boston native and her inexhaustible beantown tales doubtless fueled the idea in my head that this would someday be the city for me. We set up the beginning of a lunch date, but never followed through on it. I wonder if it wouldn't be too pushy to try again. My experience suggests: No, it would not, because every single act of social initiative on my part feels too pushy, at first. I have nothing to lose, and maybe another friend to gain.