tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post674243202625390238..comments2023-05-15T08:37:34.624-05:00Comments on Elizabeth McQuern: Chicago Photographer and Filmmaker: Instantly ForgettableElizabeth McQuernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758117792901579774noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-55095808819218628452007-09-17T21:24:00.000-05:002007-09-17T21:24:00.000-05:00Manda: yeah, it's weird, huh? I couldn't figure ou...Manda: yeah, it's weird, huh? I couldn't figure out if it was a small-town versus city thing, an "I'm rather bland" thing, or a "this interactions haven't been as meaningful as I thought" thing. I still wonder.Elizabeth McQuernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17758117792901579774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-67946171991250328962007-09-17T17:44:00.000-05:002007-09-17T17:44:00.000-05:00It's another nasty case of prosopagnosia! Or most ...It's another nasty case of prosopagnosia! Or most folks are even less aware of others than I thought. Argh!Manda Newlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10578369495949300051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-61367922772537954812007-06-22T01:20:00.000-05:002007-06-22T01:20:00.000-05:00I agree, Johnny. I worked as a barista in college,...I agree, Johnny. I worked as a barista in college, and I had dozens of people's regular orders memorized.<BR/><BR/>Some of them would say "Yes, a half-skim caramel latte...you have an amazing memory!" <BR/><BR/>And I'd think, "Uh, you've ordered the same damn thing every day for three months. I'd have to be a pretty dumb monkey not to notice the pattern."Elizabeth McQuernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17758117792901579774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-59956195205190539662007-06-19T11:49:00.000-05:002007-06-19T11:49:00.000-05:00I work at a restaurant on the north side of Chicag...I work at a restaurant on the north side of Chicago, Jury's, and we know a number of regulars by name. We have, in fact, had a number of times where a regular has forgetten a wallet or money, and we let them sign for it and come in in a day or two to pay for it. It's good customer relations all around.Johnny Yenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06561248220244037567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-72423373255107029972007-06-19T10:08:00.000-05:002007-06-19T10:08:00.000-05:00That's true. Maybe they were afraid if the confron...That's true. Maybe they were afraid if the confronted me, I'd go crazy and hurt some people. I am pretty intimidating.Elizabeth McQuernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17758117792901579774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-71505588946192936682007-06-19T01:57:00.000-05:002007-06-19T01:57:00.000-05:00Well no one will admit to recognizing a Coffee ste...Well no one will admit to recognizing a Coffee stealing monster...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-91290158766974175652007-06-18T08:45:00.000-05:002007-06-18T08:45:00.000-05:00You may be right, Zed, you may be right. And hey! ...You may be right, Zed, you may be right. And hey! Dale sent another cool person and another fellow writer my way!Elizabeth McQuernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17758117792901579774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-89439002688340845842007-06-17T21:23:00.000-05:002007-06-17T21:23:00.000-05:00I think those workers only make note of extra-heav...I think those workers only make note of extra-heavy-duty weirdos, troublemakers, and loudmouths. And of course they always remember those who pretend they don't know that their credit card has expired. You're on their list NOW.<BR/><BR/>I'm a redhead too, and I'm here by way of Dale. Great place! :)Zedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10826557164123197663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-15135551119231400962007-06-17T20:07:00.000-05:002007-06-17T20:07:00.000-05:00Hi, sans, thanks for popping by.Yeah, I think next...Hi, sans, thanks for popping by.<BR/><BR/>Yeah, I think next time I go in they'll talk to each other under their breath - "It's the 'I brought the wrong card' chick - watch her."Elizabeth McQuernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17758117792901579774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-63799461617526301212007-06-17T19:23:00.000-05:002007-06-17T19:23:00.000-05:00Hello Bella. Sometimes it takes an exception befor...Hello Bella. Sometimes it takes an exception before a connection is made. They will probably remember you now. Henceforth you shall be known as the Scam Lady.<BR/><BR/>Nice to meet you. I popped over from Dale.Sans Pantaloonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04130530157730494870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-25152013107720592382007-06-17T14:04:00.000-05:002007-06-17T14:04:00.000-05:00Indeed!Indeed!Elizabeth McQuernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17758117792901579774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-28963687186792545882007-06-17T14:01:00.000-05:002007-06-17T14:01:00.000-05:00How can anyone not notice a redhead? Makes no sen...How can anyone not notice a redhead? Makes no sense. Maybe espresso fumes actually impair short-term memory.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-45759615785839378202007-06-17T08:31:00.000-05:002007-06-17T08:31:00.000-05:00I know, Dale, can't they see the creativity oozing...I know, Dale, can't they see the creativity oozing out of my pores?<BR/><BR/>Makes me feel like I need to develop my inner diva a little bit.Elizabeth McQuernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17758117792901579774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-64200905209400043182007-06-16T20:45:00.000-05:002007-06-16T20:45:00.000-05:00That's pretty unsettling Bella. Can't they just s...That's pretty unsettling Bella. Can't they just smell the talent off of you? Tsk tsk.Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769930056412752986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-10540180322387909192007-06-16T13:14:00.000-05:002007-06-16T13:14:00.000-05:00Hey, Carmi, thanks for the comment. I'm also alway...Hey, Carmi, thanks for the comment. I'm also always happy to meet another blogging writer. Your stories are very interesting, I'll have to keep tabs on you. <BR/><BR/>I agree with the whole "anonymous urban" aspect of this, which is exactly what I felt with this moment. <BR/><BR/>When I was a kid (why do I always feel like my grandma when I say that) everyone in every little store up and down the main street of my town knew every kid in town.Elizabeth McQuernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17758117792901579774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12657434.post-8313111155685763312007-06-16T12:54:00.000-05:002007-06-16T12:54:00.000-05:00Found your link on Prego's site and thought I'd fo...Found your link on Prego's site and thought I'd follow it home. I'm glad I did: it's a joy to bump into another like-minded, publishing-focused writer. Congrats on the Indianapolis Star assignment. I look forward to reading it when it's out.<BR/><BR/>This experience reminds me of the anonymity of life in today's urbanized world. We don't seem to be making the same day-to-day connections that we did when we were kids. The supermarket of my childhood, for example, was a place where the individual department heads knew me and what I liked/disliked. They greeted my parents by name every time they rolled into the store with their three kids in tow.<BR/><BR/>Contrast that to today's "superstore" where the employees are unionized, and seem to be constantly changing from one visit to the next. There's absolutely no sense of place, no connection.<BR/><BR/>I shudder to think about what we've lost in the process.carmilevyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.com