Comments on: One hand

by: Stacy

Wed, 30 Nov 2005 23:15:23 +0000

“Editrix” — hmmm, exciting. Watch out for paper cuts, whatever you do. Is this Amy again? How do I know?

Not sure about this whole “public writing” thing — is this page called a “blog?” What’s “pathetic fallacy?”

Stacy (Not much of a hanger-outer on the web…)

by: Editrix

Thu, 17 Nov 2005 03:00:51 +0000

Hey Stacy . . . how nice that you sauntered by! I’m glad to hear you’re doing so well. Also? Your Nicholson Baker anecdote cracked me the heck up today.

by: Stacy Glen Tibbetts

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 19:28:09 +0000

One more thing — check out http://www.mediocreminds.com/03q3/misc/pirate_translator/pirate_parser.php?target=http://www.patheticfallacy.org&mode=complete&sensitivity=5&submitTarget=AAARRHHH!! for an interesting translation of your post…

Gives new meaning to the word “pirated…”

BTW, I thought of you recently, as I had the chance to turn on a fellow local literati to Nicholson Baker. (Hmmm, I suppose “turn on” is a poor choice of words there…)

– S.

by: Stacy Tibbetts

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 19:20:54 +0000

I enjoyed reading your blog re old friends, particularly those at Vis Ed. I also wonder what Max and Anita are up to… and Christine Osborne.

Yes, I’m generally happy in Central PA — I’m still active as a guitarist and singer/songwriter on the local music scene here, and I composed a musical last year, etc. From time to time, I do have cravings for the talent and culture of cities, particularly NYC, which I visit from time to time. And I miss Boston friends from my two years up there.

HOWEVER! it’s certainly easier to live here than in cities, in terms of money, getting around, and general peacefulness… I bought a small house in 2003 with a great view. In about two years, I should have as much money in long-term investments as I do in debt (I have a small, very-low-interest mortgage). So that’s an accomplishment, I think…

I freelanced as a writer/editor for textbook connections for four years recently (2001-2005), but last year went back to work full-time at Penn State as a writer/editor. Bureaucracy, but lots of vacation time and some flextime.

Hope you’re well! I’ll email sometime if this doesn’t get through. Mike Gee now lives in Franklin, MA, by the way — he and Jan moved back to Boston (from Ohio) right after I left in 2002. He took over the social studies editorial department at Prentice-Hall and now works in downtown Boston… drop me a note for their address.

Stacy (stacy@stacyglen.com)

by: Terri

Wed, 09 Nov 2005 22:31:29 +0000

This is something I think about frequently, too. In particular, I often kick myself for not keeping in touch with Ed Carpenter (where are you, Ed?). He was English and was in State College for a year (9th grade) because his dad was doing something at the university. I kind of liked him… you KNOW… and he could probably tell, but he seemed to resist being too friendly–at least at first, maybe because he knew he’d be leaving. One day in the library we were making too much noise–flirting–and the librarian had to tell us to quiet down. I was horrified when my friends invited him to go see Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. For some reason I thought he would find it really stupid, but of course he was low-brow enough at age 13 or whatever to enjoy it. I remember I was dying to sit by him in the theater.

I begged for his address and promised to write. He told me I wouldn’t and I thought, “I’ll prove him wrong!” Finally, right before he left, he gave me his address. He wrote it on the back of one of my folders. And damn me, I never wrote to him. I don’t know why. Maybe I was afraid he wouldn’t write back. Or I just didn’t know what to say. It’s hard to be suave at 13. I think I still have that address, though he’s probably moved to another country by now! That’s a forever regret.

by: 2fs

Wed, 09 Nov 2005 05:29:05 +0000

I’d been thinking a lot recently about old friends, primarily because I was digging through a cardboard box full of old letters and such. Out of curiosity, I googled one of my closer friends from that time (my first couple years of college at U of Mich.) It took a little digging, because her name is relatively common (and fortunately, she’d neither married nor changed her name) but sure enough, I stumbled upon a person with a career/interest description that seemed to fit her…and an e-mail address. So I appeared via e-mail out of the blue after about fifteen years. We’ve struck up a reasonably good correspondence, and reunited with a couple other folks she’d kept in touch with. Naturally, we’re strewn all around the country (she’s in Dutchess Co. NY) - but I’m certainly glad I made the effort. But it’s difficult to maintain friendships, particularly over time and distance. I’m pretty sure I would have kept in closer contact with my college friends had the net existed then (okay, it *existed*…but you know what I mean: only Al Gore used it then).