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Recent and Vaguely Recent Encounters

  • The three airline stewards got up early for this event - it's 2:30 in the afternoon and they're not normally up until 3pm. Even that only gives them five hours of sleep. Only on average do they get enough. These three do the Boston-London route. Their airline doesn't even provide them with food anymore - leftovers if there are any after the passengers have been fed. No wonder they've developed food hobbies on the far ends of their commute. One stocks up on butter while in London. Another is tuned in to the Chocolate Week loop. After an hour's visit to Britain's oldest cocoa specimen, at the Natural History Museum, they're off to Chez Jules for chicken before work.

  • In a spectacular, spacious apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Thames, at an afternoon tea party, I met a retired teacher. She didn't know what to do about the title issue either. She doesn't have a doctorate, so intimidation isn't a factor, but she does have the dilemma over what to do when one of her former secondary school students writes her. The students are twenty or thirty. It feels awkward to her that they still address her as Mrs. X.

  • Technically, I met rosamicula over a mountain of purple wool at sushigirl's, but I didn't really get to know her until itsjustaname organized the last lunch out. We loitered over drinks at Starbucks, exchanging life story threads and realizing how many people we have in common from different directions. She didn't go to York, but in some ways, she may as well have done so. She's engaging, intellectually energetic, and a very pleasant companion for afternoon drinks.

  • I was easily the youngest person at the semi-academic gathering. Even someone of retirement age would be in the younger half of the attendees. After the morning's talks, over borscht and chicken, we traded stories: where my name comes from; a story about trading letters during the Korean war; life at Little Rock in the early '70s.

  • Five of us were playing Valley of the Mammoths, mostly for the first time. I was wedged against a volcano across the stream from utopia_necro's villages. His turn was ahead of mine this round. He cross the river to set up his men to besiege one of my villages. His oversight. Not only did I have enough men to overcome his attack, but I too could cross water, and, in one turn, took out his fighters and one of his two villages. Between this coup and the protection offered by surrounding mountains, the game was mine. It's a good game - and not just because I won. (We also played two rounds of Betrayal at the House on the Hill. A fine and funny board game, but I'm not convinced about its long-term replay value. After six or seven games, would it get slightly dull and predictable.)

  • Many thanks to hungry_pixel! Being fed mountains of roast food and a homemade apple crumble is the best way of celebrating autumn.



( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 17th, 2007 07:19 pm (UTC)
talking of events....are we still on for Saturday? can i bring a friend (and her husband)?
Oct. 17th, 2007 07:22 pm (UTC)
Yes! I sent you email about it an hour or so ago.
Oct. 17th, 2007 07:23 pm (UTC)
serve me right for reading LJ before email.
Oct. 17th, 2007 09:07 pm (UTC)
I like random encounters too ...
That is really lame that the stewards don't get fed by the airlines. Lamer as I think about it.

Have you ever posted about where your name comes from? That sounds like a cool story ...
Oct. 18th, 2007 10:09 am (UTC)
Re: I like random encounters too ...
Yes! Especially on 7 hour flights in a captive space.

Where my name comes from? At the semi-academic lunch, I had the usual inattentive response from one person presuming it was an Irish name. (It's Yiddish.) Another, knowing it was Yiddish, started singing me a song I'd actually not heard before which involves it. (In Yiddish, my first name is merely vocabulary, you see.) The most intriguing was the elderly woman who was struck by my first and last name together, something which has never happened to me. She wondered if I knew where my last name came from. (It's a village near Chester.) She was particularly struck by the fact my first name is Jewish and my last name is English (and therefore, presumably, Christian.) Of course, I have a Yiddish first name and English last name for rather mundane reasons - my mother is of Jewish descent, and my father is of English Protestant descent.

Actually, my favorite part about my name is that I was named after my great-great grandmother Jenny. You'll notice Jenny isn't actually my name though....
Oct. 18th, 2007 07:38 pm (UTC)
Re: I like random encounters too ...
Actually Jenny wasn't all that great. She was your great grandmother (mother of S, father of A, mother of S),
Oct. 18th, 2007 08:03 pm (UTC)
Re: I like random encounters too ...
I'm sure those who knew her thought she was very great.
Oct. 18th, 2007 02:02 pm (UTC)
so did you successfully steal all the other players life spans from then or did they steal back the medallion?!
i think it would be one of those games i'd play once or twice with everyone i know, so long as we had a group of 5 or 6.
not something you could play 5 or 6 times in, say a week.
Oct. 18th, 2007 02:42 pm (UTC)
I won easily. See, I'd fallen into the basement and there was no way out of it early in the game, so I was wandering around exploring it when I invoked the haunt. No one else was anywhere near the hole into the basement, and most of them died before they were anywhere near getting into it. The last one died at the far end of the basement from me. No combat necessary. Given the rate of aging, they didn't stand a chance.

It would have been much more fair if I'd started out anywhere near them.
Oct. 30th, 2007 08:20 pm (UTC)
The Title Issue.....
During teacher training I ended up doing a few months in my old primary school. Two of my former teachers are still there, one of them is now deputy head.
The deputy head I repeatedly called by his formal name, Mr X. Even after he pointed out that I could call him Dave, I carried on with the Mr X. I tried "Dave" once, it just felt wrong and somehow disrespectful.
Oct. 31st, 2007 11:21 am (UTC)
I don't even know the first names of most of my primary and secondary school teachers, so it's hard to think of them as anything other than what I called them then.
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