So, I’m rapidly approaching the 5,000 friend limit Facebook imposes on personal accounts, because, apparently, when you say “yes” to nearly every friend request you get, that’s what happens. For those of you who will be locked out in the cold when this happens and/or feel that you otherwise don’t get enough of me on Zuckerberg’s Folly, I’ve gone ahead and created a public Facebook page, which apparently any number of people can “Like.”
What will I do with it? I have no idea. But the point is, now I have one. If you would like to like it, it’s here. If you don’t want to like it, well. I think I may survive. Maybe.
Oh, this makes me sad: via my high school friend Jason VanBorssum, I learn that Christopher Trussell, who was one of my favorite teachers in high school, passed away this last November. Chris taught music while I was at Webb and also directed a number of the plays, most notably the school’s annual musical. He had a wicked sense of humor, and could occasionally descend into what I can only describe as a distinctly Trussellian level of high-toned bitchery, which was delightful to see as long as you were not its target, especially as it was conveyed in Chris’ English accent. But mostly he was kind, which is a good thing for a teacher to be.


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