Facebook went live on February 4, 2004 (my birthday, BTW!). In The Accidental Billionaires, author Ben Mezrich described the day when Mark Zuckerberg explained the site’s interface to his business partner and fellow Harvard sophomore:
Mark hit more keys, changing the page to the opening screen that you’d see when you went to thefacebook.com. . . It was extremely simple- and clean-looking.
“So to log on,” Eduardo [Saverin] said, his hovering shadow covering most of the screen. “You need a Harvard.edu e-mail, then you choose a password.”
“Correct,” [said Mark].
The Harvard.edu e-mail was key, in Eduardo’s mind; you had to be a Harvard student to join the site. Mark and Eduardo know that exclusivity would make the site more popular.
They were right. Within hours, the majority of the Harvard student body was a registered member. Within a few short months, students from colleges across the country were petitioning for Facebook to grant access to their school. And today, well, we all know where the site stands internationally.
As a child, my favorite birthday party ever was when I turned eight. My mom willingly packed 10 screaming kids into her Ford Windstar and took us to Magic Castle, a renaissance-themed recreational facility in Ohio with trampolines, batting cages, a climbing wall, video games and unlimited pizza; it was an eight-year-old’s paradise.
As an adult, I prefer low-key birthday celebrations, usually with a small group of friends going out for dinner. I tend to follow the philosophy that says it’s the people you are with, not where you are the counts (yes, I think that is a Dave Matthews Band lyric). So when I read this article about Nick Cannon’s birthday plans, I found it hard to relate.
The New York Post reports, “Nick Cannon is looking to make a killing on his 30th birthday — reps for Mariah Carey‘s husband have sent out a mass e-mail looking for corporate sponsors to pay $25,000 for three tweets from next month’s bicoastal bash.”
As my good friend Nicole of Get NYC’d has recently pointed out, New Yorkers are full of irrational fears. One of mine, which likely stems from watching an unhealthy amount of Law and Order: SVU, is a home invasion. However, I can say that if – god forbid – I am ever in the situation, my first instinct will not be reaching for my phone to tell the Twitterverse.
Paris Hilton disagrees.
The celebrity gossip train was in full force this morning as reports of a burglar with “two big knives” found his way into Paris’s California home. Fortunately, we don’t have to wait for TMZ to break the details, as the celebutante has been sharing her experience via Twitter.
Maybe the accused will live tweet his sentencing. I’ll keep you all posted. . .