not sure why i decided to check out ‘flair’ on facebook, but next thing i know i’ve downloaded the application and added some (and sent a few–but just a few–as well). in fact, i stayed up until 1am the other morning checking them out. every time i look at them, i get sucked in…checking out what’s new, hoping to find something to add to my profile or another’s (my personal favorite, the one i sent my little bro “love you like a fat kid loves cake”).
now facebook is worthwhile…

you know the reason i like this ‘flair’ so much?
because each one tells a story–my story,
each reveals a little more about me, as an individual–my likes, my passions, my past,
each one acts as a flare that signals something else–a symbol of something else, something larger,
each one fits on my corkboard on my facebook profile for all to see–in much the same way a junior high girl would decorate her locker.

it is like a visual autobiography–except that i never appeared in indiana jones (the new or the old version),
never carried around a roll of toilet paper and a box of tide on a stick (although i totally see why someone would),
never met brett favre (but i sure would like to),
never run into matthew fox while tanning at manhattan beach (i did, however, run into some hungry sea gulls who ate the granola bars out of my beach bag at that same beach),
never really bossed anyone around (ok, so that is not true…at all).