An Odd Early-Morning Conversation
Nov. 16th, 2005 10:29 amTime: 7:00 AM, 16 November 2005
Place: Bus stop at corner of Harvard and Coolidge Streets, Brookline, in front of the Citizens Bank
Dramatis Personae:
RW: Random Woman
ME: Uh...me
{ME is waiting at bus stop for 6:55 bus that is already late, facing toward Coolidge Corner, from where the bus should be coming but still isn't. ME is wearing black skirt, green shirt, multicolored sweater, unzipped jacket, and black wool beret}
RW: That's a nice hat.
ME: Oh! {turns to face RW} Thank you. {turns back to face Coolidge Corner}
RW: You're a professional artist, right?
ME: {turns back toward RW} Uh...no.
RW: But only professional artists wear that sort of hat.
ME (confusedly): Not in this neighborhood. A lot of Orthodox Jewish women wear them, since they cover their hair full time.
RW: But I can see {RW gestures to the corners of her face, indicating the wispy bits emerging from under ME's hat)
ME: Well, yes. But the majority of my hair is covered.
RW: So you're like those Muslim women who cover themselves.
ME: Well, the idea's the same, yes, but there are some differences.
RW: It's all the same. You're all the same.
ME: Well, that's like saying that Roman Catholicism and Presbyterianism are the same.
RW: Yeah, they are.
ME: Uh...OK.
{RW goes into bank. ME continues to look for bus, slightly more anxiously now}
{A couple minutes pass. Still no bus. RW reemerges from bank}
RW: It's all about love.
ME: Huh?
RW: Fundamentally, all of that stuff's about love. They're all about love.
ME {finally spotting bus at traffic light right before my stop}: Uh...OK.
RW: Really, it's all about love. They're all the same that way.
ME {as bus pulls up to stop and opens door}: Uh...that's my bus.
{ME gets on bus. RW crosses street through oncoming traffic}
ME {thinking to self}: Uh...OK.
Place: Bus stop at corner of Harvard and Coolidge Streets, Brookline, in front of the Citizens Bank
Dramatis Personae:
RW: Random Woman
ME: Uh...me
{ME is waiting at bus stop for 6:55 bus that is already late, facing toward Coolidge Corner, from where the bus should be coming but still isn't. ME is wearing black skirt, green shirt, multicolored sweater, unzipped jacket, and black wool beret}
RW: That's a nice hat.
ME: Oh! {turns to face RW} Thank you. {turns back to face Coolidge Corner}
RW: You're a professional artist, right?
ME: {turns back toward RW} Uh...no.
RW: But only professional artists wear that sort of hat.
ME (confusedly): Not in this neighborhood. A lot of Orthodox Jewish women wear them, since they cover their hair full time.
RW: But I can see {RW gestures to the corners of her face, indicating the wispy bits emerging from under ME's hat)
ME: Well, yes. But the majority of my hair is covered.
RW: So you're like those Muslim women who cover themselves.
ME: Well, the idea's the same, yes, but there are some differences.
RW: It's all the same. You're all the same.
ME: Well, that's like saying that Roman Catholicism and Presbyterianism are the same.
RW: Yeah, they are.
ME: Uh...OK.
{RW goes into bank. ME continues to look for bus, slightly more anxiously now}
{A couple minutes pass. Still no bus. RW reemerges from bank}
RW: It's all about love.
ME: Huh?
RW: Fundamentally, all of that stuff's about love. They're all about love.
ME {finally spotting bus at traffic light right before my stop}: Uh...OK.
RW: Really, it's all about love. They're all the same that way.
ME {as bus pulls up to stop and opens door}: Uh...that's my bus.
{ME gets on bus. RW crosses street through oncoming traffic}
ME {thinking to self}: Uh...OK.
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Date: 2005-11-16 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-16 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-16 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-16 03:54 pm (UTC)sheeee
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Date: 2005-11-16 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-16 04:03 pm (UTC)All together now!
Date: 2005-11-16 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-16 04:15 pm (UTC)Now, the whole "You wear a beret so you must be an artist" bit was just hilarious. I myself might have had a hard time not bursting out laughing; I suspect you are far more disciplined in this way than I am.
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Date: 2005-11-16 04:15 pm (UTC)It's all about love.
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Date: 2005-11-16 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-16 04:45 pm (UTC)I worked the front desk of a residence hall for about a month and a half, and one of the RAs spoke a bunch of different languages. One day, as he's bumming around the desk, I ask how many he speaks. He says he speaks French, English, Spanish, and his native language. The desk worker who's working with me asks what his native lanauage is. He tells her [I don't remember what it was], and she blurts out, "So you're African-African?" Lucky for me, he laughed, because then I could laugh, and we both explained to her how that could be seen as a bit rude. Sweetest girl in the world. Not great with the PC. :)
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Date: 2005-11-16 05:11 pm (UTC)G-d is love.
Love is blind.
Stevie Wonder is blind.
Therefore, Stevie Wonder is god.
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Date: 2005-11-16 06:46 pm (UTC)Turtles standing on turtles standing turtles. Nothing but turtles, all the way down.
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Date: 2005-11-16 07:02 pm (UTC)(and by you and MAB while on the subway...)
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Date: 2005-11-17 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-16 08:09 pm (UTC)As with most newage, this sounds great until you actually think about it. But newage is opposed to rational thought - it takes you out of the moment.
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Date: 2005-11-16 10:05 pm (UTC)1. Is that to cover your horns? (from an earnest pedestrian in San Antonio, Texas)
2. Does that mean you've taken a vow of celibacy? (from a subway passenger in New York City, believe it or not)
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Date: 2005-11-17 05:40 pm (UTC)2. HA! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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Date: 2005-11-17 06:13 am (UTC)