Know Me
Well, well, well. Do you still know me, or what? Seriously, I didn't recognize myself last night, looking into the mirror behind the Ship's bar. I was a bit hazy by then, but when I glanced, I thought, "Who is that person next to Dreae?" and then realized it was me. I've had a chip on my shoulder lately about people who assume a degree of familiarity with me that exceeds the reality of our relationship. I'm not the only one on about this, either. Seems like everyone is a bit crooked, going, "You don't know me, man."
So, I was backing up my stuff on the computer (had to format my iPod the other day, it was acting weird) and I came across part of an old webpage from around 2000. It had one of my typically intriguing filenames: know_me.html and man, is it ever good value. So. On the topic of knowing people or not, and interpreting the written word through space and time and social context, read it and tell me: do you recognize the person I described? And, do you recognize her as Dana In General, or Dana Circa 2000?
posted by danadana @ 9:46 PM
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Easily and clearly "Dana in General".
If you are anything like me, you like to think that you change over the years, but believe me, you don't.
You think maybe you've learned something, and don't really act like THAT anymore, do you? And maybe you're a little bit different, but you're still a lot you and sometimes that's disconcerting and sometimes that's comforting.
very interesting. this was in fact after I left St. John's and went out west, so I didn't really know you that year. :) Could you possibly post a Dana circa 1997? I have an old web page that is (ack.) still online and discovered it recently. don't know if i should be handing that link out though....
No surprise to you, but I barely know you at all.
While I was with Thea, you would sometimes appear at a bar or show and we'd all sit down and talk or listen and then go off to our own separate corners of the socioverse. Thea's told me bits about you, from when you guys used to hang out, but I don't even remember most of that.
I don't run into you often these days, but I've enjoyed reading your blog. I have no illusions that that's the 'real' you (nor should anyone think they've got me sussed from the fluff I write). I think of it like a soap opera filmed in my hometown: I follow the stories and smile when I see a person or place I recognize.
Besides, the friend of my friend is my friend.
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