2. Social Media As Life Archiving

I am a Facebook loser. I only have 369 friends. My sister, despite being five years younger than me, has 722 more friends than me. I blame this on the fact that, over my 25 years, I have spent an inordinate amount of time sitting alone in my room reading or writing or listening to music rather than going out into the world and meeting people. Please don't worry about me, though, I'm content with my lot. We can't all be thousand friend superstars and as a result of my years of solitary confinement, I have gained a near-encyclopedic knowledge of the works of Douglas Adams and the ability to tell you which album any given Toad the Wet Sprocket song comes from in three notes or less. I'm assuming these abilities will pay dividends for me sometime in the future, although I admit that it is unlikely.

1. Rewriting The History Books

I can remember October 28th, 1999 like it was yesterday. I was a fifteen year old high school sophomore and had just been let out of school. The weather was sunny and cool; the kind of day that makes people want to call Autumn their favorite season. It was the perfect day to walk home and at 3:45 PM I happened to be doing just that with my two best friends, Mark and Blake. I was wearing a blue and yellow sweatshirt and a pair of jeans that I had recently purchased from Old Navy. The night before, the Atlanta Braves had just lost the World Series to the New York Yankees and my friend Mark and I were discussing this fact when I saw my father and my little sister driving down the road in the opposite direction that we were walking. I waved to my dad, he saw me, and pulled into a neighborhood across the street so that he could talk to us.