"A man's name used to mean something," says the old man at the coffee shop counter. I'm trying to explain the latest social network craze, but he'll hear nothing of it. "What do you mean a 'username'? Last I checked my name's--"
"But did you have a choice in that name?" I ask him. "This is a profile. It's different. Besides -- what's in a name?"
He says, "There's history in a name," but before he can elaborate, I'm talking about how FaceSpace is the next big thing. The tool that's going to connect us all in a way never thought possible.
"We can reinvent ourselves," I tell him. "Play God from the couch."
"I like myself," is the old man's response. "And I'm not God."
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