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George Michael?

I've been meaning to post this for a while, but just never got around to it. Recently, I was walking out of a restaurant and someone in the restaurant behind me went "oh my god, was that George Michael?" Someone in my entourage pointed this out to me, saying he thought they were talking about me. "Huh? Do I look like George Michael? What does George Michael look like anyway?!" He assured me that I looked nothing like him, and it was probably just my dangly earrings [I usually wear either my π earrings (one in each ear for a total of 2π per revolution) or on the days where I'm feeling less mathematical I wear my atomic earrings which feature a stylish portrayal of the Bohr model of the atom on each--on this particular day I believe it was the π's]. However, when I got home I couldn't help but look up on images.google what George Michael looks like... to my surprise, one of his pictures actually looks pretty damn close... although this picture of him also reminds me of go4thnx, maybe if you merged the two of us together into some sort of super-George hybrid breed. Oddly, more recent pictures of him look nothing like me so maybe it's just something about the expression or the pose.

Left: me , Right: George Michael

[Update: So, I originally made this post saying "Michael Bolton" instead of George Michael. That was a complete last minute fuckup on my part, I guess I mixed up their names. After getting a couple comments about it, I just went back and editted it to say George Michael... which is who I meant in the first place, and whose actual picture is there. I just don't know either of their music at all, and their names sound similar to me. At any rate, sorry for the confusion!]


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May. 4th, 2006 08:00 am (UTC)
Not that this really has much to do with your entry but I can't help but quote the movie Office Space in this context,

"There was nothing wrong with it... Until I was about 9-years old and
that no-talent ass-clown became famous and started winning Grammys."

ok that's all I really had to say. Oh and good b&w photo; nice effect.
May. 4th, 2006 08:02 am (UTC)
great movie :)
May. 4th, 2006 10:49 pm (UTC)
Samir: No one in this country can ever pronounce my name right. It's not that hard: Samir Na-gheen-an-a-jar. Nagheenanajar.

Michael Bolton: Yeah, well at least your name isn't Michael Bolton.

Samir: You know there's nothing wrong with that name.

Michael Bolton: There was nothing wrong with it... until I was about 12 years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys.

Samir: Hmm... well why don't you just go by Mike instead of Michael?

Michael Bolton: No way. Why should I change? He's the one who sucks
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May. 4th, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC)
That's probably because I accidentally started saying Michael Bolton here when I meant George Michael. I totally botched this post.
May. 4th, 2006 02:03 pm (UTC)
that looks like george michael, the singer-songwriter.
May. 4th, 2006 05:06 pm (UTC)
lol... wow, I'm dumb... yeah, I meant George Michael. For some reason when I went to make the post I got the name wrong. I guess I don't know my musicians that well. :)
May. 4th, 2006 11:39 pm (UTC)
HAWT! (You, not him.) And dude, that's a disturbing resemblance. So about the duds? Was that planned or incredibly coincindental? 'Cause if it's staged, you are my new hero. Awesome!
May. 5th, 2006 05:43 am (UTC)

So about the duds?

duds? hmmm.... I guess that's a new vocab for me. I was trying to figure out what sort of explosives I might have set off that didn't go off! After not being able to think of anything, I looked it up and according to me computer's dictionary, it says "old or inferior clothes. tatterred garments". Assuming it's not a typo, I'm guessing you mean where'd I get the suit? (Although you'll have to explain to me the nuances of this word and what it actually means.) Anyhow, yes it was staged... I put it on and Anna snapped my picture the night after the incident at the restaurant. I actually uploaded it a couple weeks ago, but forgot to make a post on it. And when I finally got around to it last night, his name in my mind had somehow mutated from George Michael to Michael Bolton... even though it was named gm1.jpg on my hard drive. Derek made fun of me all morning for that :)
May. 5th, 2006 02:33 pm (UTC)
Huh. Never having looked up the word, now I feel I should apologize! I've only ever heard it phrased as "fancy duds"... which to me means "you look all dressed up and spiffy!" Might have to rethink my usage...

I'm guessing its better to resemble George Michael than Michael Bolton...
May. 5th, 2006 09:11 pm (UTC)
I too have only heard "duds" used to mean fancy/snazzy clothing.

Anyway, that's what my gut tells me!
May. 6th, 2006 04:38 am (UTC)

Anyway, that's what my gut tells me!

I knew I should have looked it up in my gut. Damn dictionaries!
May. 8th, 2006 07:06 am (UTC)
Well, in those duds (in the "snazzy clothes" way I've always heard the term used, myself), and with that pose... I can certainly see the resemblance.

Me? I'm just a random surfer looking for intelligent lige on LJ; my flist was leaving me dissatisfied tonight, for some reason. So I did an interest search. You seem intelligent. And you even have one of my godfather's books listed as a favorite, so you have good taste, as well. :) And I've gotta say, I think it'd be better to look like George Michael than Michael Bolton!

That bio-ethics conference sounds really interesting. I read a book called Forbidden Knowledge: Are there some things we can know, but shouldn't? (or something like that) some years back; it dealt with things like cloning, and the human genome project, and of course looked at past/present knowledge like atomic energy/atomic bombs, eugenics, etc. Neat stuff. I think I'll go read more of your journal now. :)
May. 8th, 2006 07:47 am (UTC)

my flist was leaving me dissatisfied tonight, for some reason.

750 people on your flist and still not satisfied? better get help soon... time to join livejournal anonymous!

And you even have one of my godfather's books listed as a favorite, so you have good taste

Okay, now of course I'm dying to know who your godfather is. Daniel Dennett perhaps? (It's either that or David Deutsch, and Deutsch has lived in the UK for most of his life I believe). I have the utmost respect for both of them, and would love to hear any interesting anecdotes you remember.
May. 8th, 2006 10:02 am (UTC)
Yeah, I freely admit to being a LiveJournal junkie. And I have insomnia, so that doesn't help at all.

My friends are cool and nice and all, but I don't have all that many - what's the word, academic intellectuals? - on it, so I have to go elsewhere to find them when I want 'em. :)

And you're right, Daniel Dennett. Man, I think so highly of him. I'm always up for telling people how wonderful he is. Interesting anecdotes? Hmmm, there are so many.

Here's one about Consciousness Explained: When he was first writing the book, and told my parents and I what it was called, my parents laughed and said, "Well, you're modest, aren't you?" As he began explaining and discussing his idea, his son Peter pointed to his own chest, as though he'd come up with everything. Dan gave me the first 3 or 4 rough draft chapters to read, telling me to make notes in the margins if I had anything to say. My dad, not having heard that apparently, freaked out when he saw I'd done so and made me call Dan to "apologize." Dan was rather confused by my attempted apology, and we went out to dinner (he, my parents, and me - we often did that; he has a summer home in Blue Hill; we have one in Little Deer Isle) later that week. He looked at my comments, said they were good, and then proceeded to tell me exactly why they were incorrect (but still good).

He's just an amazing but crazy (in a good way) guy. About four or five years ago, at his home in Maine, we were on the porch/shed of his summer home, watching a thunderstorm, and he went to sit down on the swing/chair and it fell down, he fell on his butt, and the screw came out of his glasses, so we had to run to the eyeglass place in Ellsworth to get a new screw when he couldn't find it. Stuff like that is always happening to him; he's one of the most accident-prone people I know. He once sliced off a finger cutting wood with his chainsaw; I don't know if it still is true, but when I was young he heated his summer home solely with a wood stove (as my dad did ours).

He loves boating and sailing. But he's always thinking, and more than that, challenging you to think. I remember going out on the boat with him once, and I was just kinda relaxing, and he suddenly asked, "Do we see color? How? How do I know that your green isn't my orange?" It's a good question and one I'm not entirely sure there's an answer for. But he does that - you'll be sailing, or building a treehouse, or horseback riding, or whatever - and you're always thinking. 'Tis good.
May. 8th, 2006 10:03 am (UTC)

This one's funny: one day I asked him if he was going to be free at some date inthe future, and he said he'd have to go check his PDA. So he walked out of the room and returned with his wife, Susan, saying, "This is my PDA." She smiled and pulled a datebook from her pocket and began thumbing through it (he once double-booked himself for two conferences on the same weekend; his wife sorted that for him, luckily). There have been incidents where he's missed planes; on eof the most amusing of these had to do with a new assistant at Tufts who somehow, when Dan was going to Australia to give a talk, thought that when his contact person called or sent a letter, whichever it had been, to see that Dan had everything he needed, and asked that she be sure Dan's VISA was in order, decided this meant his Visa card, and so Dan arrived in LA with no Visa to get on the plane to Sydney. Phone calls were made and his travel agent was able to arrange it within a day so Dan still got there on time, but it was close. Needless to say, the new assistant never became an old assistant, and Dan sent his travel agent flowers and some nice wine or something.

There was the time he called in Tufts' "mail bomb squad" (or rather, his assistant did) to open a parcel from Seattle that simply had an address on it; no name. It turned out to be an elaborate invitation to a cruise (a cool cruise, actually). Te invitation was a Faberge egg. And the funny thing is things like that are so routine for him; you expect these things to happen to him. I don't know if you can understand what I mean unless you've spent time with him (maybe you have) but it's just so fun to be around him. He is never boring; I've never been bored by him. Which is saying something, because I get bored easily!

He's so busy these days and I don't see him as much as I used to; I miss him a lot sometimes, even though I do correspond with him via email. Thanks for letting me ramble and remember times with him a bit; it makes me smile to think of him. Actually, I think I'll email him later today and ask him when the heck he's coming to RI for a visit, anyway. It's overdue. :)

Oh, and that's his Bug in the first icon there. You can kind of make out his beard in the picture. ;)
May. 10th, 2006 04:23 pm (UTC)
Wonderful! Thanks for the anecdotes, and I'm jealous. Sounds like he's as brilliant in person as he is in his books :)
Jun. 12th, 2006 09:01 pm (UTC)
Steve Jobs?
This old picture of Steve Jobs (and Woz) reminds me of you. I don't think its simply the thinness. While we can't see his face I think you could look like him then if you grew your facial/hair the same:

http://www.paulgraham.com/gba.html -> http://www.paulgraham.com/bluebox.html ->
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