here's a meme for you - Ambar
here's a meme for you|
This occurred to me last night while driving home. It may have circulated around here before, but if so, I don't remember it.
Add a comment to this journal telling me what you remember about first meeting me (online most certainly counts; if you have a choice between online and in person, I'll request the most amusing :-) I'll respond to each comment with my memories of you.
And, of course, if you like it, try it in your own journal.
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: the clicking and binging of the 8:30am office
I first met you here, in my home, I think. You came down with Chuck to stay, and although we didn't talk much, you were good company. :)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 08:48 am (UTC)|| |
Ah, yes, that road trip. I remember chiefly feeling an enormous sensation of relief. Listening to Chuck talk about you would cause anyone to expect a goddess walking, and instead I found someone warm, welcoming, interesting, and intensely real.
Thank you again.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 08:54 am (UTC)|| |
I don't remember my impressions of meeting you at first online, except that you obviously had that kind of goddess-like aura on Pern at the time.
I *do* remember, when I finally met you RL, thinking, "Wow, she's actually a nice person." Which is meant in the best possible way. :)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:01 pm (UTC)|| |
You know, I don't remember you online on Pern. Garou, of course. I expect the first in-person meeting would be at caredhel
's and forkmonkey
I can still be amused by the adventure of running ducting to the dryer at the Hollenbeck house...
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:00 am (UTC)|| |
I have no strong memories of meeting you online. In person, I remember meeting you at Graham and Cari's, I believe, and I was surprised at how...approachable you were, I think. Friendly, which, like Tersa's comment, is meant in the best possible way ("Victim of the Myth").
I also recall saying the word "Dramamine" offhandedly and then looking horrified that I'd said it, and surprised and relieved when you burst out laughing.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:03 am (UTC)|| |
My earliest recollection of you is probably that phone call with you and me and Cyllan, where your RL name was finally revealed. Intimacy indeed!
I'm sorry to say I don't remember why 'Dramamine' was funny, but laughter is always good. :-)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:25 am (UTC)|| |
I know I met you online way before I met you offline. Which was at the DC Pern MUSH gathering of 92? 93? And of course the drive from DC to Stillwater. Much good music, especially Siberry!
The biggest problem is that that's the only time I've met you.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:02 pm (UTC)|| |
You know, I barely remember that part of the drive. Of course I remember the Gather. You were being tall and quiet. Not apparently shy or cowed or anything like that, just quiet.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:30 am (UTC)|| |
I'm pretty sure I first met you on Garou, but I have no real memories of that. I remember talking to you early on @ TooMUSH, a bit warily. I've known too many self-proclaimed god/goddesses in my time, and there was this Ambar reputation, so I wasn't sure if you were going to be one of those people who talked themselves up or what.
(Answer: "or what." You've never struck me as modest, but you also back it up.)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:50 am (UTC)|| |
I think it might have been Dinomu* drive-bys at first, actually. But my reaction was similar: "Oh, so *that's* the legendary Garrett. Well, let's see."
(It has not been entirely porcupines, neither roses, but I'm glad to know you. I'm even glad to have worked with you, which I can say for far fewer people.)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:30 am (UTC)|| |
i met you in the infamous room 666 full of lasers and pillows and blinky xmas lights and much joy. you took me home with you afterwards. i have looked upon you with amazement and delight ever since :)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:47 am (UTC)|| |
And you were the most amazing tiny fierce thing and we had that wacky coincidence with the roomie and you somehow thought I was fascinating.
Not the first time, but my favorite, was sitting in Lobby 7 playing bamboo flute and dulcimer. (And?)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:37 am (UTC)|| |
Well, let me help: it could not have been before the summer of 1986, because that's the summer I spent in NJ being introduced to sex and the Soup Kitchen.
Later, yes, EECS and mit-eddie and 55 Grove St. I still use that bookcase you sold me when you moved out...
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:38 am (UTC)|| |
oh dear. i don't quite recall offhand meeting you online. and i don't remember if it was the first time i met you in person, but the first time i *remember* meeting you in person was just before you started a certain mailing list. i think we were eating chinese food somewhere - maybe mary's, maybe not.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:45 am (UTC)|| |
I am fairly sure we met in person before we met online (bandykin aside!) but for me you are inextricably mixed up with the aforementioned summer of 1986, which is when I met a *whole* bunch of people who fascinated me, and somehow haven't thrown me out yet. (As if elbows could stir itself to collective action anyway. :-)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:09 am (UTC)|| |
I first met you as Weyrwoman Ambar, rider of Kyriath, on Pern NC. Since I impressed at Ista and never really interacted with you I don't know that you'll remember me. I will note that I was terrfied of you and Amberyl for the longest time. Meeting Amby in real life helped lessen that. I haven't met you in real life and am still wary of offending you, but I also have realized that paging you with cat questions (especially when my suicidal kitty had found yet another means of ending it all), even when your status is "Page me and DIE", is usually safe.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:03 pm (UTC)|| |
These days, my ire and four bucks will get you a frappuchino at Starbuck's. So I wouldn't worry so much.
I don't so much remember you IC from Pern as from the Pern room on Too.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:58 am (UTC)|| |
I remember dealing with one of the "chipmunk" machines in the 6.001 lab, that had been left running some program or other, and the disk in the drive was labelled "ambar"... which I recalled having seen over on Athena side, and made the connection... someone from the lab ended up talking to you about it (I don't recall it actually getting you in *trouble* or anything :) but it did mean I paid more attention to you being around after that :)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 11:25 am (UTC)|| |
Re: ancient history
This may be the hack I pulled with my 6.001 tutorial partner. Our tutor told us how to put the chipmunks in a loop, and we decided, being fully equipped with the idiocy of freshmen, that it would be fun to lock up the entire lab.
I suspect .no one. who was on staff has forgiven me that one. :-)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 11:02 am (UTC)|| |
Doh, I can't remember where I met you. I'm bad that way.
Perhaps I have always known you?
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 11:11 am (UTC)|| |
I think there were two redheaded Gretchens hanging around kabuki-west in the 1987-1988 timeframe, and you were one.
But that could be a false memory. Perhaps I have always known you.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 11:44 am (UTC)|| |
Bibble bibble bibble pink stone Macy's!
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 01:07 pm (UTC)|| |
Oh GOD yes. Getting lost on tavella
But mostly I remember you staring warily at me at the '92 DC gather, as if I might swallow you whole if you weren't careful. :-)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 01:10 pm (UTC)|| |
I'm not sure when I met you online. I knew who you were from seeing you logged in on MIT and Bell Labs machines. I have a couple of in-person memories; one when I interviewed at Oracle and you were in the room, and another where I was standing somewhere on Bryant St in PA with some other people and you came up and joined us. You gave me a really great hug. :) I'm not sure what the order of those in-person events were, but I think they occurred sometime around 1988.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 02:05 pm (UTC)|| |
Wow, you know, I have No Memory of you interviewing at Oracle at all.
Kind of like flit
, you seem always to have been here.
I heard about you for months before we actually spoke since you paged bumblepudding
a lot on Pern. I still remember the description you gave of yourself when you drove down with Amberyl, and Emily (or is it Jennifer or Ellen? I can't remember) from Boston via Philly. You described yourself as the large, red-headed farmer's wife.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:05 pm (UTC)|| |
Well, and was it reasonably accurate?
I remember being a little apprehensive about how well we'd get along in person, and really delighted that you were a lot of fun.
Online, on GarouMUSH, I remember... Smoke? showing up in the lounge one day, and of course I was impressionable and you were /legendary admin Ambar/.
That may not count as meeting... I think we met in person at Graham and Cari's, where we plotted downfalls?
But one of my clearest memories (all my long-term memories are usually vague) is when Kirby and Ray and I found Eliot the orange kitten.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:23 pm (UTC)|| |
You're right, I remember Eliot the orange kitten, and all his many fleas.
He became one of Kirby's parents' farm cats, yes?
I don't actually have a working memory, but flashes from my online past suggest to me that when we first crossed paths on Pern, you wanted nothing to do with me (I was relatively new; you were off to socialize in some fashion with Tahnan's character.) The first time we had anything approaching a real chat was on Garou, in the context of creating de facto wizards on the fly... one wonders why we kept on.
I do, however, distinctly remember meeting you, and Amberyl, and... Elise? Some sort of an E-name. Together. You were all good enough to drive down, and you went with Spencer and I to some rinky-dink restaurant near my then-home. You had a substantial class ring that would make a tremendous report when slapped down on a wooden table...
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:42 pm (UTC)|| |
one wonders why we kept on
Apparently we were both getting something out of the deal. :-) I was, anyway, and you taught me a lot, sometimes forwards and sometimes backwards. I have enjoyed every moment I have spent in your company (virtual or not). While I don't miss MUSHing in the least, I do miss your presence in my life, or at least that stream of electrons you occasionally aimed my way.
As for the ring, I gave up wearing it for quite some time when I got too fat, and picked it up again perhaps two years ago. Today I noticed that it was slipping around in a highly annoying fashion, which suggests to me that my right index finger is now smaller than it was in 1987, which is going some.
I remember that drive, and Amberyl being on it, but I'm darned if I can remember the name of the third person. The restaurant was a Chili's, which does lend me (to this day) a tendency to smile when I see them. I also remember a later visit, say 1995? wherein I rented a battered Toyota which was promptly named The Bondo Queen.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 03:44 pm (UTC)|| |
I worked with you -- well, at the same company you worked at, anyway -- back when it was a good and fun place.
During a staff meeting, I was told by the senior manager to go meet you and get information about something from you -- something that the Operations department had been reluctant to share with Engineering. It definitely came across during the staff meeting that as "the new guy" I was the sacrificial lamb being tested with this task. One of the other engineers pulled me aside afterward and asked if I'd met you yet... no... so he started to warn me how you could be tough on people, or something to that effect. It was very obvious that they were a little afraid of you, but no stranger to office politics, I decided to meet you first and then make up my mind.
So I went all_the_way_down to Palo Alto and camped outside your office till you got back and introduced myself. I stammeringly tried to tiptoe around my request. And you were straightforward and looked me in the eye -- I remember that you held your hands up together in front of your chest, pressing your fingers together while you talked. You came right out and said, "well, why don't we just give you [whatever_it_was] and you'll be on your way?" On my way out, I (of course) thanked you. AND, you gave me some Hershey's kisses because I had mentioned in passing that I needed a chocolate fix.
I remember thinking that you had gorgeous hair (I was trying to grow mine longer at the time).
So I got to go back to San Mateo feeling semi-heroic. (I'm sure the feeling didn't last long.)And for a long time afterwards, occasionally I would get asked by other engineers, "what did you do to ambar? why does she like you so much?" which always made me laugh inside: you probably didn't know who I was or what I did, or have much feelings about me one way or the other. But those dumb guys who were so intimidated by you always wondered about it.
I still wonder why those guys thought you were going to kill me for asking [whatever_it_was].
P.S. And no, I'm not cyber-stalking you... I was trying to get in touch with another former co-worker of ours and came across these pages in a Google search. Yes, Google. ;-)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:34 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Meeting Ambar!!!
This made me giggle quite a lot. Of course, I am now dying to know who you are (I already know where you're posting from :-) if only so I can carry out my part of the bargain! There's an email address on my "profile" page if you don't want to post in public.
I never know who's going to be susceptible to the intimidation rays and who isn't. I've decided out that there's not much point in trying to shut them off.
These days (in homage to Glenn Trewitt of DEC's NSL) there is a jar of M&Ms on my desk instead of Hershey's Kisses.
And, yes, I use Google too. Even if they did show the bad taste not to hire me after two rounds of interviews. :-)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 03:57 pm (UTC)|| |
I'm glad to see others saying they don't remember
because I have no fucking idea, honestly. Uh, at the Asylum, maybe?
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:55 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: I'm glad to see others saying they don't remember
Must be the Asylum, and I don't remember either, although I have a pretty clear visual of you looking fabulous at what must be the first of the many house parties, but I already knew you by then.
But, remember, we're actually the same person.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 04:29 pm (UTC)|| |
A World That Revolves Around You
Well, this is SO easy.
It was one of those idiotic fire drills, where no one at Mariani 1 seemed to understand what you were supposed to do when the alarms went off. I was in the big yellow square marked for gathering in the event of disaster.
Looking toward the building I see this incredible red head striding confidently across the lot. I was forced to endure the rest of the drill wondering if I could get the courage to introduce myself once the drill was over.
Obviously, I did. :-P
(Oh, for the morbidly curious the Company was Apple, which housed E-World and their test department in the same building. Gah... how long ago was this? 8, maybe nine years?)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:09 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: A World That Revolves Around You
I remember that day, as much for meeting you as for being apparently besieged by (other!) cute tall guys I never saw again. It was a weird day. You, now, were dumping energy all OVER the place. I remember that first lunch at Florentine's, and being seriously confused by the sheer intensity of your courtship.
(Not the last time I'd be confused, either, but here we are. :-)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 05:07 pm (UTC)|| |
I have a vague memory of being snipped at on the GarouMUSH ooc lounge, while still Guest-formed, likely when initially surprised that the place had nothing mechanical coded.
Only somewhat clearer is a not-much-later memory involving someone making a fine punding bench.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:11 pm (UTC)|| |
Well, yes, OOC lounge as claw-sharpening habitat, I'm a little ashamed of that.
I think I've gotten to know you better through your journal than I ever did while serving as a wizard with you, which is sayin' something. (And I liked you fine then. I think the charm and the contradictions are better served in this format, that's all.)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 05:17 pm (UTC)|| |
I know for a fact that I first met you online, back when that meant taking turns logging into one of the many dial-up BBSes in Greater Miami. That was, no shit, 20 years ago plus or minus 6 months.
Not a single memory of any aspect of my participation in that community has survived. (I have poor recollection of events in my life; when it comes time to be old, sit on a porch, and reminisce, I'm going to suck at it.)
I do remember setting out on a road trip to Boston (my first college road-trip) to attend Boskone (my first "real" con) with plans to meet you for the first time and to crash at your frat. I remember sleeping in the communal attic, a backrub, and hearing Hounds Of Love for the first time.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:13 pm (UTC)|| |
I remember that trip, and you gave me a cassette tape which contained a filk on "The Boxer". I still remember a frighteningly large part of the lyrics. :-)
I remember there was one FTF gathering in Miami, of the habitues of the BBS I most frequently called, pretty much right before I graduated from high school. I don't remember if you were there or not; I did meet Peter Glaskowsky at that one (he ran his own Objectivist-oriented BBS, IIRC) which was notable when we crossed paths out here in CA in furry circles years and YEARS later.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 05:39 pm (UTC)|| |
Hee! Folsom Street Fair, 2001. You and the elflet had just gotten together. ^_^ I thought you two were just the cutest together!
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:59 pm (UTC)|| |
Well, yes, I was still thoroughly pole-axed. But in my head you are the multi-braided leather dyke of legend, with the shades and the no quarter expression. I know you a lot better now, but you can still intimidate me, and that takes some doing. :-)
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 05:43 pm (UTC)|| |
I'm pretty sure I first met you in person when I was visiting a certain someone in Mountain View when you two still lived together, circa 1993. I recall us borrowing a certain set of items from you (for which again: thanks!).
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:57 pm (UTC)|| |
Any time (although, I suppose, if you're going to fly from Chicago to bring a date to my place, I would like advance notice. :-) :-)
You were one of his friends, pleasant and intelligent.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 09:54 pm (UTC)|| |
And who are you?
I do not recall a strong impression at our first meting.
You were just another cat person at a cat show.
I did not begin to catch your subtle sense of humor
until you saw my art work and asked about posing.
Since then I have lived in fear
of being dismembered by a sword.
|Date:||September 16th, 2003 10:22 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: And who are you?
And yet, you hand me more swords.
Whatever my first impression of you was, it was radically wrong, since I don't think it included "excellent person with whom to chew over philosophy."
|Date:||September 17th, 2003 11:24 pm (UTC)|| |
At THE Burgermunch (the original, and the one and only) at Kirk's on one of those fall evenings when the light still lingered past 8 and the whole side of the courtyard was one big impromptu party.
Let's just say that you blew my mind, thoroughly, and i was a happy gibbering mess all the way home. (And, to the curious, we were both fully clothed...and much fun was had by us both.)
Funny, I even remember I was wearing a yellow-orange T-Shirt.
The rest of the story...of running into you on and off over the years, until that second amazing night in Fremont, well... *smiles*
|Date:||September 20th, 2003 09:52 pm (UTC)|| |
Yeah, but we can have more fun upright and clothed than most people can manage in complete privacy with a toy-store's worth of accessories and Carol Queen standing by on line one if they want advice. :-)