Reconnection and recollection.

MySpace sucks for a lot of reasons, but I admit that recently I went on a tear through its newest (not really newest, but probably biggest) competitor in the FOAF scene, Facebook.  It’s not been so much a social service (like MySpace has become), but rather more like a LinkedIn on a less professional level.  I’ve run into and across a lot of faces and names that I haven’t been exposed to for many, many years (15 years in some cases!)

So it’s been kind of trippy.  People from high school (viva la Pine Crest), even people from Middle School.  All very jolly.  Some people look so grown up, and some people just don’t.  Some people have these super awesomely developed lives with kids, families, and all that crazy jazz, yet in my mind they’re still just teenagers.  It’s pretty weird how that works… I just see them with their younger faces on. 

In some cases, that’s just impossible (they just look all old and grown up and stuff).  There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, but I find it most interesting when I reconnect with the people who still seem to be very much the same (in a lot of ways.)  I’ve been disappointed in some cases (interestingly odd priorities are the prevalent cause of that) but in most cases, the people I’ve run into have been extremely interesting.  And I’m enjoying the reconnection and (where appropriate) recollection.  Sometimes it’s cool to revisit old acquaintances and find out there’s more in common there than you might’ve though.  Sometimes it’s cool to reminisce about the ol’ high school crushes and find out how they’re doing today.  Dunno, but it’s been surprisingly entertaining.

So I was driving down the street with a buddy the other day, and we saw an old Porsche 944.  Something in my brain-memory-vault slid out, and I remembered Feinstein, who drove around in a souped up 944, all raced out.  He was into actually racing these cars (not just street-racing, but SCCA stuff) and was a genuine enthusiast, as I recall.  Anyway, I reminisced for a bit, then promptly forgot all about it.  A week later, Harry (a different, unrelated friend) sends me a link with the message “Guess who I found…”  Marc Feinstein now apparently runs a shop in North Cambridge, servicing german cars.  Kudos to you, Feinstein, for (as the article says) finding the way into the business of your hobby.