Well! I had an interesting run-in tonight. I went into Trabant, a chai house in the University District that all the library school peeps have been yammering about. I wanted to give Frannie a snack of streamed soy milk, and get myself a mocha for the work I had to do after she went to bed.
“SJ!” said a voice behind me. I spun around and saw an oddly familiar man who seemed to really know who I was. “Hey, it’s Joshua.”
“Oh, hey!” I said, as if I knew exactly who he was. “How are you?” I was doing that thing that we’re all conditioned to do–smile, turn around, and flip through the mental Rolodex. Shit, writing center? Graduated library peep? Someone I used to work with? That party where I woke up in the bathtub with a ferret and my butt hurt?
Finally, he gave me a clue. “You’re a star,” he said. This was getting worse.
“What do you mean, a star?” I said, nervously.
“Your blog.” Oh, crap. Recognized from the blog. “I’m Joshua Norton,” he said, at last. Oh thank god.
So, that is how I happened to meet another blogger that I have tried to have coffee with on-and-off. He was really funny and very nice–much less caustic than in print. (I probably shouldn’t give that away.) He was probably thinking that I am dull-as-dirt in real life, but I never said otherwise. Trabant is a wireless cafe, so he was blogging, of course. Now I know how he is able to write reams and reams of interesting stuff; he is ever-diligent. And he has already posted our meeting in the form of a filthy pack of lies. If I ever need a PR rep, I will call him.
This happened a while ago too, when I was with Daymented of all people (by “all people,” I mean another blogger). I am like a minor celebrity of no consequence–Seattle’s answer to Paris Hilton!