I miss not seeing advertisements for drugs on television. I miss caring about award shows like the Grammys and the Oscars. I miss being younger than the major players in pop culture. I miss hearing the world without the persistent hissing of tinnitus. I miss Sour Cream & Onion Doritos and Dr. Pepper with cane sugar in glass bottles. I miss people understanding science. I miss thinking that blogging would matter. I miss laughing with Jim Watkins as we read the script of Star Wars in different voices. I miss running and jumping. I miss spiking my hair into asymmetrical shapes. I miss the scarcity and mystery of record buying before the Internet. I miss Jack Nicholson. I miss putting my toes into the Atlantic and the Pacific, although not at the same time. I miss Happy, my first dog. I miss looking at my sister's daughter and seeing the futures I wanted for her. I miss ignorance, because there are times I'm not sure I can bear knowing...and there