{"id":555,"date":"2008-05-21T23:18:44","date_gmt":"2008-05-22T03:18:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/?p=555"},"modified":"2008-10-08T23:11:40","modified_gmt":"2008-10-09T03:11:40","slug":"long-lunch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/?p=555","title":{"rendered":"Long lunch"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Gina of <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/madloveknits.wordpress.com\/\">Mad Love Knits<\/a> was in Boston this week for a graphic artists convention. I met her &#8212;<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/wp-content\/images\/2008\/05\/gina.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>and Judy of <a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/jscothammerquist.blogspot.com\/\">Mrs. Hammer&#8217;s House<\/a> for lunch across the street from the convention center.<\/p>\n<p>Judy was the first of my readers I ever met. I had gone to Circles, a yarn shop in Jamaica Plain, for a book signing by Stephanie. A woman at the door who seemed to be helping run the event said, &#8220;Oh, are you the guy who makes his own knitting needles?&#8221; That was Judy. If she was going to read me, of course I started looking at her blog. I saw her again the next September when I went over to Circles again, and then the next day when I went to the Boston Knit-Out on Boston Common (which I only knew about because they told me at Circles).<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not sure how I started reading Gina&#8217;s blog; probably from a link on Judy&#8217;s. Gina designed the adinkra bag that I made for Arlene this winter.<\/p>\n<p>People who don&#8217;t have internet friends don&#8217;t appreciate the reality of internet friends &#8212; that is, that they really count as friends. When you&#8217;ve been reading about what someone&#8217;s been doing, what they think is important enough to talk about, what&#8217;s happening in their life, and they&#8217;re commenting on your blog about what you&#8217;re doing, you know them better than people you see often but never have a serious conversation with. So when Gina said she was coming to a conference in Boston and wanted to get together with Judy and me, I definitely wanted to be there.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t a surprise, knowing how she writes, and seeing that big grin, but Gina is (or was that day) enthusiastic and bouncy, clapping her hands and saying, &#8220;Yay!&#8221; about things that are going well. If I weren&#8217;t an old married man I&#8217;d want to grab her hand and go skipping down the street with her.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the three of us:<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/wp-content\/images\/2008\/05\/me_gina_judy.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Gina had sent an email saying, &#8220;Here&#8217;s my cell phone number. Text me any time.&#8221; I had only sent one or two text messages ever before, just to see if they worked. I spent some quality time with my phone manual on Sunday and learned how to input upper-case letters and what the shortcuts are to get to the messages without all the levels of menu, just for the occasion. So we set it all up by text. I got to the restaurant about a minute before the appointed time, and Gina was already there. Basically, I got there, the waitress\/hostess said, &#8220;Can we seat you for lunch?&#8221;, and I said, &#8220;I&#8217;m supposed to be meeting someone here &#8212; I think I just did!&#8221; because Gina was the only other customer there.<\/p>\n<p>Arlene had a print in an art exhibit at the Hynes Auditorium, the convention center back across the street. She gave me good directions to find it. That&#8217;s hers on the left.<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/wp-content\/images\/2008\/05\/arlene_at_hynes.jpg\" \/>\n<\/p>\n<p><!--bffdb33149398b1d0b8148e068e12d56--><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gina of Mad Love Knits was in Boston this week for a graphic artists convention. I met her &#8212; and Judy of Mrs. Hammer&#8217;s House for lunch across the street from the convention center. Judy was the first of my readers I ever met. I had gone to Circles, a yarn shop in Jamaica Plain, &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/?p=555\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Long lunch&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-555","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","entry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/555","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=555"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/555\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=555"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=555"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rollingonone.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=555"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}