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More small-world stuff...
Oct. 28th, 2002 02:15 pmThis shabbat, we had lunch plans with friends to have lunch at their house. When we got there (having walked half an hour in the rain), we were the first guests to arrive, so I went into the kitchen to talk to the wife of the couple while she put the finishing touches on lunch. Meanwhile, MAB was talking to the husband when other guests arrived. I poked my head out of the kitchen after a bit and MAB introduced me to the two new arrivals - two Boston University students who were staying in the neighborhood for shabbat. When I was told their names, one name sounded very familiar. Upon further questioning, it turned out that this guy is the son of one of my mother's closest friends.
Then, today, two friends independently told me that they had scheduled a business meeting with one another - neither of them knowing that I knew both of them - and that my name had come up in the course of their conversation.
This kind of thing happens pretty frequently to me, so I'm no longer surprised, but I am amazed by it nonetheless. I think the most amusing was when a co-worker friend of mine came into the office last sukkot and told me that my name had come up at a lunch she'd been at over the holiday and that only one of the people at the lunch didn't recognize my name. And it's not that I know that many people (at least, I don't think that I do). It's just that my world overlaps in many different ways, so people I know, for instance, from the Jewish community know people that I know from the extended MIT community. This just goes to prove my mother's long-held belief that one should always be careful what one says in public because it's difficult to predict who might overhear.
Then, today, two friends independently told me that they had scheduled a business meeting with one another - neither of them knowing that I knew both of them - and that my name had come up in the course of their conversation.
This kind of thing happens pretty frequently to me, so I'm no longer surprised, but I am amazed by it nonetheless. I think the most amusing was when a co-worker friend of mine came into the office last sukkot and told me that my name had come up at a lunch she'd been at over the holiday and that only one of the people at the lunch didn't recognize my name. And it's not that I know that many people (at least, I don't think that I do). It's just that my world overlaps in many different ways, so people I know, for instance, from the Jewish community know people that I know from the extended MIT community. This just goes to prove my mother's long-held belief that one should always be careful what one says in public because it's difficult to predict who might overhear.
