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I'm blown away by how deep into the pile of ones past Facebook goes to dig someone up. There are so many worlds colliding on that webpage that what's left of my memory is about to blow a fuse. Yesterday, I got linked to a girl I went to Junior High School with. When I saw her name, I had to think for a second. I had to think real hard. Then, suddenly it came back to me. She had a dog named Braniff, because her father had worked for Braniff. Does anybody even remember the airline Braniff? (God, I'm really dating myself now. Ugh.) Then she writes back that she remembers I had a trampoline and that I loved Prince. Suddenly, I'm 14 years old and just learning how to smoke cigarettes. It's too bizarre.
Then, I get another friend request from someone I went to high school with, who was in my group of acquaintances. We never even got drunk together. I had to read his profile page to remember which era of my life I knew him from. Was it Junior High? High School? My first job? My second job? My third? Did I know him from LA? Miami? New York?
I had this really close friend in college. I remember when I got my wisdom teeth removed she rented me a bunch of movies and then came over and made me mashed potatoes. When Bill Clinton was inaugurated, we went to my apartment after class and watched Maya Angelou read that poem together. She used to tease me that "my type" of guy was somebody who looked like he hadn't bathed in a week. Over the years, whenever I see Breakfast at Tiffany's (it was one of the movies she rented me), think about Bill Clinton or Maya Angelou, or find myself strangely attracted to someone who looks less than clean, I've thought about Andi and wondered what happened to her. I moved around so much after college somehow we just lost touch. Thanks to these social network thingies, she found my email address last week. We're having lunch today. We haven't seen each other in 14 years.
I really don't know what to make of it all. Will I have lunch with the girl who had a dog named Braniff? Probably not. But it's nice to be remembered. And to realize that when you're as old as I am, you've accumulated a life time of knowing a helluva lot of "friends."
Thursday, December 20, 2007
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I got together with some old friends I haven't seen in ages. All courtesy of Facebook.
I don't open the home page so much since I started blogging, guess I'm not a multi-tasker after all.
I have two friends on Facebook, a fellow blogger and my cousin, who found me a couple of days ago. So far it's feeling like Myspace for grown-ups, which is nice.
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I'm blown away by how deep into the pile of ones past Facebook goes to dig someone up. There are so many worlds colliding on that webpage that what's left of my memory is about to blow a fuse. Yesterday, I got linked to a girl I went to Junior High School with. When I saw her name, I had to think for a second. I had to think real hard. Then, suddenly it came back to me. She had a dog named Braniff, because her father had worked for Braniff. Does anybody even remember the airline Braniff? (God, I'm really dating myself now. Ugh.) Then she writes back that she remembers I had a trampoline and that I loved Prince. Suddenly, I'm 14 years old and just learning how to smoke cigarettes. It's too bizarre.
Then, I get another friend request from someone I went to high school with, who was in my group of acquaintances. We never even got drunk together. I had to read his profile page to remember which era of my life I knew him from. Was it Junior High? High School? My first job? My second job? My third? Did I know him from LA? Miami? New York?
I had this really close friend in college. I remember when I got my wisdom teeth removed she rented me a bunch of movies and then came over and made me mashed potatoes. When Bill Clinton was inaugurated, we went to my apartment after class and watched Maya Angelou read that poem together. She used to tease me that "my type" of guy was somebody who looked like he hadn't bathed in a week. Over the years, whenever I see Breakfast at Tiffany's (it was one of the movies she rented me), think about Bill Clinton or Maya Angelou, or find myself strangely attracted to someone who looks less than clean, I've thought about Andi and wondered what happened to her. I moved around so much after college somehow we just lost touch. Thanks to these social network thingies, she found my email address last week. We're having lunch today. We haven't seen each other in 14 years.
I really don't know what to make of it all. Will I have lunch with the girl who had a dog named Braniff? Probably not. But it's nice to be remembered. And to realize that when you're as old as I am, you've accumulated a life time of knowing a helluva lot of "friends."
My life, flashed before Facebook.
Then, I get another friend request from someone I went to high school with, who was in my group of acquaintances. We never even got drunk together. I had to read his profile page to remember which era of my life I knew him from. Was it Junior High? High School? My first job? My second job? My third? Did I know him from LA? Miami? New York?
I had this really close friend in college. I remember when I got my wisdom teeth removed she rented me a bunch of movies and then came over and made me mashed potatoes. When Bill Clinton was inaugurated, we went to my apartment after class and watched Maya Angelou read that poem together. She used to tease me that "my type" of guy was somebody who looked like he hadn't bathed in a week. Over the years, whenever I see Breakfast at Tiffany's (it was one of the movies she rented me), think about Bill Clinton or Maya Angelou, or find myself strangely attracted to someone who looks less than clean, I've thought about Andi and wondered what happened to her. I moved around so much after college somehow we just lost touch. Thanks to these social network thingies, she found my email address last week. We're having lunch today. We haven't seen each other in 14 years.
I really don't know what to make of it all. Will I have lunch with the girl who had a dog named Braniff? Probably not. But it's nice to be remembered. And to realize that when you're as old as I am, you've accumulated a life time of knowing a helluva lot of "friends."