Either that, or my world is just collapsing in on itself.
In the past little over a month, I've run into a former musical co-star in a parking garage, a former co-advisor at a rest stop on the FL/GA state border, and most recently, on my way to a guitar lesson, a superstar fellow psyc major who has, in the time that it's taken me to land in grad school and chisel out an M.A., won an IgNobel prize and professorship at Princeton that already allows for sabbatical in LA. I've also attended a holiday party with a visiting not-all-that-close Rice friend at which I theoretically knew no one, but turned out to be strangely connected to both hosts (one through another Rice friend), saw another person I know through one of these groups, and just last weekend was approached in a restaurant by said friend's other close friend at the party. Not to mention that a good Rice friend of mine is connected to my most recent ex through not one, but two, distinct one-degree separations (or would they be considered two-degree?), neither of which I met him through.
I sort of expect this kind of thing in the incestuous professional circles of academia, but c'mon. I don't know what's happening, but it's a little disarming.
On that note, here's a way to take all the skill out of the Kevin Bacon game:
http://oracleofbacon.org/