I’m currently rereading Here Comes Everybody: The Power of Organizing Without Organizations by Clay Shirky, a must-read for any journalist who wants to remain employable/understand what the hell is happening to our profession. The book chronicles how Web 2.0 technologies are revolutionizing our world and the way we socialize with one another via these technologies.

With all the crap and garbage there is on the Internet (this blog?), there is also a tremendous amount of creative content. I often find myself spending hours watching Vimeo videos, pondering on the minds that sprung forth such beautiful and imaginative content. I like to think of myself as a creative and pensive soul, but it’s always a sobering experience when I realize that while I may be creative I’m not a creative genius.

It’s amazing what our brains choose to remember and what they choose to forget. Our minds, unbeknownst to us, attach random acts to random memories. And each time those acts are carried out we think of those associated memories. These memories are intertwined in everything we do.

Who knows why, but I think about Dustin Hoffman every time I indulge in a cup of yogurt. Perhaps you’ve seen the movie Stranger Than Fiction, a delightful flick featuring Will Ferrell, Emma Thompson, and of course, Dustin Hoffman.

Growing up I was embarrassed by where I lived. And even today, some of my closest friends don’t know the details of my childhood. When my parents divorced my mother went back to work after being a stay-at-home mom for years. She tried to maintain our lifestyle, but eventually we had to move into government-subsidized housing, a cluster of apartments thirty minutes south of our old home.