Friday, September 28, 2007

A Life Well-Documented

Nikki convinced me to sign up for Facebook. Three weeks and seventy friends later, it has not been that traumatic. Kudos to the girl I have not been in touch with since high school and who tracked me down, making me her friend. I now have centralized access to about one-third of all of the people I may ever want to talk to. It is fun.

It is also overwhelming.

Upon enrollment, I apparently automatically invited half of the people in my gmail address book. I have been tagged in eleven photos, and have installed functions that allow people to ask me the question-of-the-day and receive free gifts that so far appear to be illustrations of animals in trees. I am a very passive facebooker, and I essentially just let this stuff happen to me.

I seem to be alone in this, but my ultimate frustration is that I don't like to document what I have done, and where I have been. Not because I am paranoid, but simply because I don't understand what has changed in the world that makes people want to know many, many details about people without talking to them, other than the fact that the technology now exists.

And, also, I am a little paranoid.

So, bear with me as I struggle with the utility that facebook has for me. I am definitely undergoing some sort of sensory overload that has kept me from blogging. In the meantime, I will continue to not document my obsession with working out, my new found love of piano, accomplishing my most pathetic life goal of witnessing Bjork live, spending way too much money at the Mall of 'Merica with Adrienne, and traveling.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Car: No More




I feel like this is the end of an era for me.

I really have no sentimental attachment to my car, but for me it has represented a small sense of achievement, because it was literally the first thing I ever paid off (still working on the college loans).


I posted the car on craigslist earlier this week, and heard from a guy who wanted to buy the car for his son who was going away to college. After he drove two hours to come and check it out on Friday, we learned that the battery was dead since I had left the overhead light on since Monday. Oops.


After all is said and done, this slideshow is a little tribute to the Escort. The buyer is at the bank right now, and on his way. I can't explain if I am anxious, because in some ways I am selling the car which to me has always been a lifeline. Maybe I am just relieved that I will no longer drive around in circles looking for a parking space in Wrigleyville. The truth is, I just don't know how to say goodbye.