A couple of weeks ago I created a facebook account. Seemed like a dumb idea at the time, but I was feeling pissy as some football player by my name was taking up every instance of "Michael Galassi" on the web and I wanted to stake my spot out where I could. Turns out that facebook isn't a spot I needed to worry about since they support multiple instances of any given identifier, but...

Anyhow, this has been cool. I've located a bunch of people from my past. You're thinking "Duh, that's what facebook is about". But that's not the point, for each of those people I've written down the preeminent thought triggered by their reappearance in my mind. There are exceptions like my brother, there's way too much to write there. I wonder if this is what getting old is all about, starting to live in one's mind as much as in one's space. If you know or knew me, feel free to friend me on facebook, I'm not that picky :-).

Time to abandon the mind and return to my space for a while.

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