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tell me about your childhood [Feb. 1st, 2008|01:49 pm]
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i grew up in small-town sheridan, oregon and then moved to santa cruz, ca for several years (for school and discovering the real world) before moving here around boston (work and geek/bike life). there’s a little more to it, but i’ll save it for another post.

i end up telling a quick synopsis of my life until now fairly often in conversation. i’m not sure if it’s because the information is pertinent or if i just like to talk about myself or if i want to compare and relate to others and how they have come to be at that place, being who they have come to be. maybe it’s a topic for old men to reminisce over while sitting on a porch watching younger lives run by. it’s certainly not a standard subject in the average, casual party-with-drinks-while-playing-the-social-game situation. i’d like it to be. if i could hear this from new acquaintances, rather than the filtered, narrow projection of the person, i would probably feel a greater commonness with them, and there might be less need for the guarded positioning we usually exhibit within the social game.

heh, maybe soon, with such abundance of personal information available, we’ll walk up to someone, automatically identify them via their RFID, display an expandable point-list of their public info on our HUD and immediately judge their stereotype according to the metadata. i guess we’ve always done that up to a point from their clothes and other affectations.

::notices a stranger across the room::
::thinks “cute” and walks up::
::glances at collected data::
“oh… sorry…. too similar to my ex. nothing personal.”

or another likely common scenerio

::strangers walk within proximity but not directly facing each other while waiting for data on the other to arrive, each is pointedly aware of purposefully indirect focus of the other::
one says, “hi, i’m amy.”
the other, “hold on…. … sorry, i have Sprint…. just a second more….”

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