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By Alyce Wilson

March 5, 2004 - Six Degrees of Alyce

I discovered something cool a little while ago, which was that a friend of mine was an extra in the movie Lady Beware, starring Diane Lane.

Another friend then figured out the Bacon Quotient, which is what you get when you play the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.

My Bacon Quotient is actually three.

  • Alyce Wilson was in a student film directed by Matt Pyson.
  • Matt Pyson was in Lady Beware with Diane Lane.
  • Diane Lane was in My Dog Skip with Kevin Bacon.

Pretty impressive, wot?

I also have a Bacon Quotient of three through a different college friend, as I discovered using the Oracle of Bacon. She was also an extra in a movie.

  • Alyce Wilson was on The Caverns of Your Mind (radio) with Sheri Rothman.
  • Sheri Rothman was in Keeping the Faith with Eli Wallach.
  • Eli Wallach was in Mystic River with Kevin Bacon.

According to the strict rules of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, I can't actually count my grandmother's cousin, who was a Munchkin in The Wizard of Oz, since I'm merely related to him and never actually appeared in anything with him.

Still, if I could use him, it would be a Bacon Quotient of four.

  • Alyce Wilson is the first cousin, twice removed, of Merlan Hinkle.
  • Merlan Hinkle appeared in The Wizard of Oz with Judy Garland.
  • Judy Garland was in Judgment at Nuremberg with Maximilian Schell.
  • Maximilian Schell was in Telling Lies in America with Kevin Bacon.

Now, there are a couple other associations which would be difficult to track. One college classmate, Rob Yingling, has reportedly won two Emmys, but I believe they were both for news programs.

Another, Greg Weinstein, may or may not be the guy who's listed on IMDB, climbing up the ranks in production positions. I could swear that I also once saw him, uncredited, on an episode of MTV's Real World. Greg achieving fame would not surprise me; he was always a go-getter.

My most recent ex-boyfriend, whom I've nicknamed The Invisible Man, claimed that his family was friends with Bill Cosby when he was young and that he was the inspiration for Cosby's "reverse mohawk" routine, having been the child who shaved a stripe down his head. This is entirely possible, given that his father is a graphic artist who works for a Hollywood firm and who designed the poster for Jurassic Park.

Then there's my friend Eddie Koehler, who was a production assistant for a Discovery Channel documentary on crocodiles. I imagine this puts me within a few degrees of famed Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin. Through the crocodiles, of course.

As far as connections in other fields, I once worked for an irascible boss I'll call The Museum Chairman who owned a couple Chagall paintings. He claimed to have friendships with a number of hotshots who, in retrospect, probably didn't like him that much.

My friend Mick Choder is a Philadelphia area musician and has appeared onstage with a number of Philadelphia musicians. I suppose eventually, if I trace the connections, I will find my way to G. Love and Special Sauce.

And I already mentioned my family is good friends with the best-selling author of Crackpots, Sara Pritchard. I hope to follow in her footsteps soon, when I finally finish my novel. But I'm a lot closer, now that I've sketched out the remaining chapters.

Then, of course, there is my family history, which I've gone into before, associations with key figures in American history, yada yada yada. In it I somehow failed to mention that my direct ancestor was the brother of President James Buchanan (about as close as you can get to him, considering he had no children). And no, I have no idea whether that means I'm related to former presidential candidate Pat Buchanan. We're also somewhat distantly related to President Woodrow Wilson.

And if I get into the celebrities I've personally interviewed and/or photographed, it gets to be a dreadful bit of name dropping. (Incidentally, my interviews of science fiction authors Jack McDevitt and Harry Harrison are now online at Wild Violet.)

So far my friends have failed to produce a single useful contact. So much for riding to fame on the coattails of my friends.

Moral:
I have at least 15 minutes of borrowed fame already.

Copyright 2004 by Alyce Wilson

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