360 Degrees of Separation

11:50PM, March 8th, 2007

Don’t you hate it when some one says “I was talking to a friend of yours,” but you have no clue who it was? It makes you wonder who is going around spouting your name and sharing your dirty secrets. Actually, I have no dirty secrets. I promise. Don’t go asking.

This alleged friend of mine today was described as a male ballroom dancer in fourth year commerce/law, had one particular mutual friend and was in a tutorial of mine at uni. I broke it down Sherlock Holmes style. Of all the people in this session’s tutes, I knew no one prior to the first class, and those I met I only told them I was a musician, not involved in theatre*. As for previous tutorials, very few I met I told I was in theatre, and those would certainly not know our mutual friend. In fact, the whole mutual friend thing is puzzling, because anyone who knew our mutual friend would surely know the relater of the story.

What if some of the information was wrong? Who do I know who was a dancer in a tute? No one. Who do I know who is in fourth year Commerce/Law? No one.

Such are the puzzles of life. Identify yourself, man.

* I took particular delight in announcing, after 18 people declared their majors in Info Tech, Business Admin, Human Resources etc, that my major was in Sound Composition. The lecturer came up to me during the tute and said “You’ll probably be able to manage even without a computing background.” I stopped short of opening my MacBook in a classroom of PC laptops. No one likes the prettiest dog at the park.

Mystery Solved! He knew me from seeing me in a show (and assumedly recognised me from the tute). There’s always a solution!

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Specific Overtures

7:06PM, March 1st, 2007

1st of March

Oh March. You get me every year. This little trick you’ve got going with your friend, February, tagging him just a bit earlier than everyone suspects. You’re a sneaky fellow.

Don’t get me wrong, March. You’re a top guy. Sure, you always seem to be jam packed full of appointments and commitments as people begin to sober up from Christmas, but that’s kinda why I like you. You make it feel like a year again. You push me in all the right ways, and ask little in return.

I’m a fan of yours, March. A big fan. Of each of your 31 days. I like you a lot. Between us, I like you a lot better than April. He always has far too much shit going on with his Easter thing.

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