Despite having a blog, I still haven't fully embraced Twitter or Facebook. I'm scatterbrained enough and already consume too much media during the course of a day, so something has to give. Maybe when I have a book or some such product to hawk, I'll rev up my social media machine. Meanwhile, I want to preserve some semblance of humility and privacy for as long as I can. Which brings me to this hilarious post by Joel Achenbach, in which he compares his tiny "archive" of childhood pictures to the endless digital stream produced by today's kids:
In one photo in this very small archive, I'm seen as a toddler in my mother's lap, and look remarkably happy, if rather simian. Someone off-camera may be offering me a banana. My mother somehow manages to look luminous despite being an overworked, single Mom, selling fabric at Sears (the company back then ...
