tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post846848862965588021..comments2023-11-03T02:26:21.279-07:00Comments on For Keats' Sake!: Degrees of SeparationMeredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275790985990503744noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-21031332688202992482010-12-17T07:29:16.311-08:002010-12-17T07:29:16.311-08:00When I was a kid, I used to cut an old guy's l...When I was a kid, I used to cut an old guy's lawn, and that old guy claimed to have met... Greta Garbo. No joke. (Also Ted Williams, apparently.)<br /><br />I also had a school friend who used to jump on Michael Stipe's trampoline.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-29932431854306557612010-11-29T07:19:37.180-08:002010-11-29T07:19:37.180-08:00I've heard this topic referred to before, and ...I've heard this topic referred to before, and wondered if this was a typical media distortion (or "urban legend") from one of the two following truths:<br /><br />1. In any group of six people, there must be either three mutual friends or three mutual strangers. (This is a result of the branch of mathematics called "graph theory".)<br /><br />2. Every single Catholic is linked to every other single Catholic by no more than five others, for each knows a priest who knows his bishop who knows the Pope.<br /><br />Quite amazing.Dr. Thursdayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04666301445831509481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-72179188481881398162010-11-29T06:39:09.364-08:002010-11-29T06:39:09.364-08:00I crashed at John le Carre's house for the wee...I crashed at John le Carre's house for the weekend. I'm sorry to say that at the time, I didn't know who he was--and he wasn't there anyway--just his son and a bunch of kids, drinking his good whiskey.BettyDuffyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17130418609022759086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-90795925144841713362010-11-29T03:52:56.624-08:002010-11-29T03:52:56.624-08:00I have a daughter;
Who was kissed by former Presid...I have a daughter;<br />Who was kissed by former President George H. W. Bush;<br />Who was Vice President under Ronald Reagan;<br />Who married Nancy Davis;<br />Who co-starred in the movie <i>Donovan's Brain</i>.<br /><br />So, 4 or 5 (not sure how they're defined) degrees of separation between me and Donovan's Brain!Bob the Apehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08303535277957530100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-431875468195174672010-11-29T00:48:09.546-08:002010-11-29T00:48:09.546-08:00+JMJ+
Six degrees of Meredith!
Well, aren'...+JMJ+ <br /><br />Six degrees of Meredith! <br /><br />Well, aren't you classy? =P<br /><br />I'm afraid the only big celebrity I could connect you to is Jennifer Lopez. <i>Sigh!</i>Enbrethilielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03414765854670926854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-16659711167216255402010-11-28T06:50:44.529-08:002010-11-28T06:50:44.529-08:00I've sung "back-up" for Daniel Taylo...I've sung "back-up" for Daniel Taylor (Handel's favourite oratorio). The accoustics in that place were horrible... and it's not the same as meeting, to be sure. I <i>have</i> met Marcel St. Cyr, on a couple of occasions, for actual chamber music coaching. That was fun! The second time he got one of the violin and the viola experts and they played a concert of most of the Goldberg Variations... ah... good times.<br /><br />I could list a bunch of mathematicians, but Math is a much smaller world than music, I think. Of course, musicians like to trace their "teacher" ancestry, usually back to Mozart --- for instance, my second violin teacher studied with Suzuki, who etc.<br /><br />But now I must be running!some guy on the streethttp://epistle-null.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4315050037751888231.post-13966116289110107502010-11-28T01:39:08.557-08:002010-11-28T01:39:08.557-08:00I met Mr Heaney in April 1985. I was fifteen, and...I met Mr Heaney in April 1985. I was fifteen, and we spoke long enough for him to sign my copies of <i>Field Work</i> and <i>Station Island</i>. Being fifteen, I wasn't diffident! I mentioned the fact that my mother traces her ancestry to Northern Ireland, but apparently left him with the impression that my mother herself was from the "wee six" (counties). He asked me, "Is she still alive?" (She was. And is.) And then I mentioned that "I try to write." He said, "It is difficult sometimes." Or words to that effect.<br /><br />I know a man whose brother played baseball in the major leagues in the 1950s. He, the brother, was briefly a teammate of Hank Aaron's.<br /><br />And I came within elbow-rubbing range of Sen. Scott Brown (R-Mass.) this past August at a concert at which his daughter, Ayla, was the headliner. I was diffident, and didn't even manage a smile and a nod.<br /><br />And although to some, this might not seem like something to boast of, I did meet Cardinal Bernard Law on at least two occasions. And he's met the two most recent Popes!Thomas Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13217297262702709978noreply@blogger.com