tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post8596448420626227158..comments2024-03-22T03:35:27.752-04:00Comments on Written Inc.: Quietitudecarmilevyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-75965267806783640612009-01-06T14:27:00.000-05:002009-01-06T14:27:00.000-05:00I could feel what would ordinarily be your impatie...I could feel what would ordinarily be your impatience with the woman who intercepted your shot with her shadow melt into warmth and recognition of a different moment in time. One which connects you to the person, not the subject. Both of these people needed you to take that time for them to be heard and recognized. Our beloved cameras are far less important than that. Lovely post.Hilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12787493532006658679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-42105615349923560612009-01-04T08:55:00.000-05:002009-01-04T08:55:00.000-05:00Sorry. My mom branded my brain with the "don't tal...Sorry. My mom branded my brain with the "don't talk to strangers" when I was small that I rarely talk to strangers. <BR/><BR/>Every once in a while, when the situation dictates to speak to a stranger, I will. But I would never have gone up to you (even seeing your your laptop/camera setup) to strike up a conversation.Nephariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17463279143745492731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-31902508164232910072009-01-01T16:16:00.000-05:002009-01-01T16:16:00.000-05:00In the great scheme of things, isn't connecting wi...In the great scheme of things, isn't connecting with "strangers" -- on a global scale -- what blogging is all about? Only (usually) without the awkwardness.<BR/><BR/>In a way, most of us don't actually connect with "strangers"... we see a possible connection with someone we don't yet know. Maybe they're reading a book we've heard about, or standing in line for the same movie or concert. Maybe they're getting a hot dog at the same cart. Maybe they're wearing our favorite hockey team's colors... But <I>something</I> has already connected us, otherwise I'm not so sure we take the chance.<BR/><BR/>Or maybe that's just me.Mojohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-75844253423390671782008-12-31T14:46:00.000-05:002008-12-31T14:46:00.000-05:00I love connecting with strangers. It usually happe...I love connecting with strangers. It usually happens for me in a doctor's waiting room. Or of course it can be in line at a store or anywhere that waiting is necessary. So many people never crack a smile until you give them one of yours. Then they are pleasant - and some grateful. You can pass the time of day, and let it go at that, or if you're lucky you can make a new friend.bobbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00658103343742852411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-43028073417683199652008-12-31T13:03:00.000-05:002008-12-31T13:03:00.000-05:00Strangers and watches -- both can be done away wit...Strangers and watches -- both can be done away with. Strangers are future friends once the conversation starts, and watches are to be dispensed with as quickly as possible. <BR/><BR/>Connecting with people is one of the best parts of each day and it all can happen just by asking one simple question of them.<BR/><BR/>And, watches -- oh, I stopped wearing one four years ago when my time-driven dad passed away. What a freeing moment. There are always time pieces close at hand so it is easy to keep track of that. But how great it is not to be controlled by something on my wrist. I will never wear a watch again.amuse mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17107288250737832143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-70437334008038132172008-12-31T11:03:00.000-05:002008-12-31T11:03:00.000-05:00I've always been the annoying lady in line who str...I've always been the annoying lady in line who strikes up conversations with everyone. My mom taught me well. We've live by the motto that you never know where you'll find your newest best friend. Everyone has a story and it's fun to take the time to listen to it. <BR/><BR/>I'm loving your discovery of a slower paced world and the joy it brings.~jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12935983858645366657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-81536324102300875932008-12-31T10:59:00.000-05:002008-12-31T10:59:00.000-05:00A couple of days ago as I took the bus to work - a...A couple of days ago as I took the bus to work - an earlier bus than usual - the only other passenger that caught the bus from start of the line (as I had) had the gift of gab. Being a "talker" is something I lack until I get to know someone. In the 10 minutes or so that we were on the bus together, this friendly but talkative guy touched on various subjects. I was able to get a few words in edgewise, but I really only wanted to be polite. When we reached his stop he apologized for talking so much. I told him that's okay, you make up for those of us who don't. He reached out to shake my hand and say goodbye. I obliged and wished him well.<BR/><BR/>After he left I thought how harmless and friendly he seemed. I tried to balance that thought with how I was raised - and how I raise my children, to not talk to strangers. I had forgotten about encounter until I read your post.<BR/><BR/>Happy New Year, Carmi, and thanks for giving us such wonderful things to see, read, and discuss.D.O.M. Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17816675120931905505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-84704604802262819292008-12-31T09:18:00.000-05:002008-12-31T09:18:00.000-05:00I find now that I'm back in the States and am able...I find now that I'm back in the States and am able to use my English instead of Chinese (which is around a four year old level...Chinese, that is), I'm talking to just about anyone for just about any reason. Coffee creamers, Christmas lights, Legos.... usually in the grocery line, but I've met some interesting people. I love wondering what they are doing as they move on with their lives after our quick encounter.Lifelong Learnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14657588478308425223noreply@blogger.com