7 lines of togetherness (vs. 6 degrees of separation)

December 10, 2009


So far, my life has five tangents, mathematically speaking with regard to the straight line between two points. I consider there to be two more lines of possibility for me, which makes seven in total. Two more lines of possibility and three more possible stations, one of which is not different than my current station (wild is the wind, TVC15 uh oh). I could do nothing and stay in MInneapolis which would add nothing to the total. Nobody doesn’t know that I want to move to London.

 Not as many people know that I’d also be happy moving to San Francisco/Silicon Valley. I don’t mean for it to be a secret, I just don’t talk about it nearly as much. It would certainly be easier—it’s in the same country, after all. My rabbit and cats could ride in my car with me.

But London is my overwhelming first choice.

One of my best friends from Minneapolis moved to Silicon Valley three years ago. Since then, I became twitterrific and acquired many of his new California friends because they’re just friendly that way, and I love it. These are the folks that I have previously referred to as my first-generation of online friends.

 A lot of the time I feel very isolated geographically. Well, emotionally, too, but we’ll save that for another time. Two of the California people (three, counting their offspring who I don’t mean to discount, but she’s just so much younger, yet very mature for her early teen age) have ended up here. I don’t get the impression that this was their first choice, but sometimes you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do. My point is, they probably understand about feeling like you’re not in your final place overall.

The seven lines business comes in this way: after my parents have been here for a few Christmas days, my new London friend is laying over at my airport at about the same time that my friend who moved to California is arriving from his Christmas weekend with his family in Wisconsin. Two other Californians are also coming here to visit.

I’ve lost my train of thought. For a few hours, later this month Minneapolis will be the center of the universe, the place where all line segments intersect. It will be fun.

[Ironically (and this time I do use ironically as opposed to coincidentally, which is most often more appropriate), a friend from here is from the same town I was born in–five lines separated.]

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