yearbook

Maybe I'll haul 'em out like an old yearbook, and see how they go with a Stone Levitation.

My high school yearbook senior quote has a link to my geocities. com page.

But it worked, the newspaper and yearbook were consistently the best in the country. It wasn't just a niche club, they were actually credit classes that filled up.

Then I looked at my yearbook about last year and I notice something, many girls were very very skinny, just like I was at that age. Many seemed to have the same kind of body.

I earned a perfect score on the SAT and was voted "Class Genius" in the yearbook, but barely graduated from high school. I was dismissed from university.

They need to sell/provide an annual "yearbook" via shutterfly or some service automatically. Say $50 per year and you get a physical book with all your timeline info and experiences each year.

From there, you could possibly get yearbook pictures and student lists. Knowing an approximate age would narrow the possibilities significantly as well.

Facebook is used like a yearbook you check everyday but only a couple of pages in your interest. Unless they start watermarking profiles with ads it's hardly going to even get most people's attention even if it was plastered all over the page.

I remember during my first year at college looking through a friend's high school yearbook remarking on some of the girls I thought were cute but he didn't. He made comments that didn't have to do with their physical appearance - like "she was mean" or "she was rude". When he looked through my yearbook the same thing happened, we just switched sides.

Getting up and pretending to inseminate the audience is just gross, and as an act, it is at the same level as the guy in my seventh grade class who drew a full-page phallus in my yearbook. His excuse is that he was thirteen, and assumed that everyone else was as obsessed with his genitals as he was.

Tearing apart a yearbook, page by page, and feeding it through a scanner? Taking a picture of something you got as a gift and donating the actual thing? Sometimes an item exists just to be itself. A yearbook doesn't have any value if it isn't yours, or if you don't invest it with some.

If they knew her high school and were doing lots of batch processing, I wonder if they found digital copies of the yearbook and tried facial recognition. For a single subject, it doesn't even need to be particularly accurate- they can easily sift through twenty possible matches with their own eyes.

Facebook is like a yearbook or chatroom, where people are engaging with their friends, not in a search for product information or trying to shop. I'm sure this can be tweaked and messed with over time, but inevitably any attempt to try to inject shopping or advertising into communication with friends is going to be met with resistance.

Providing a fake 'yearbook'? A 'bus card' to hijack an account? Obviously hijacking an account is illegal, but the means to do it probably aren't: A good number of these 'proves' aren't special, aren't protected documents as far as I can tell. There's nothing illegal about 'forging' a yearbook page.

I lost my HS yearbooks before I could digitize them. Its freaking impossible to find another of those things. A fujitsu sheet feeding scanner has been the single most liberating device I've ever owned. When you cut apart something like a yearbook to scan it, its almost a religious experience.

Oddly enough, Facebook is finally starting to live up to its under-promising name: a digital yearbook that I occasionally thumb through when I'm curious about an old friend but otherwise let sit collecting dust. Really exciting and controversial stuff doesn't happen much on Facebook anymore, at least not on my news feed.

Anecdotally in the 1980s my grades and SATs and decent MAA contest score and after-school job writing PDP-11 and Z-80 assembly language got me into Caltech, but they sure didn't impress Stanford or MIT. My brother had similar academic qualifications and test scores, but did a lot of photography and ran the yearbook instead of doing much programming, and he got into MIT the next year. Caltech was my first choice anyway, but my father was an enthusiastic Stanford alumnus, and he was grouchy about me not being admitted.