The girl can't help it -- she's connected.

I met a girl named Angela when I went up to L.A. for my first interview with a company I'm keen to work for. She's a photographer for RollingStone.com and is cool in that indescribable, unattainable, calmly self-assured way. And I am reluctant to gush too profusely, lest we become great friends and she reads this one day and finds it all too creepy. I finally got around to emailing her today, and it turns out she's coming down here for Street Scene and we're going to try and get together for coffee and whatnot. Serendipity, be praised. I love a new friend. Especially the sort that holds a press pass!