Is anyone writing the great american novel any more? Does anyone even aspire to? With the writers of the Web 2.0 documenting their musings and their lives in blogs almost daily who has the time? Who will tell the tale of our time? At the end of it all will our story be just a digital collection of ones and zeros? A rounded up collection of the millions of blogs, bound and fed to the masses as the tale of the whatever number great dynasty this is? How will we be remembered? Will we be remembered?