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I’ll log as many miles as it takes for a good meal. Other folks eat only at restaurants nearby out of convenience. That’s fine, unless you’re one of the many intown residents who regard their refusal to travel outside I-285 as a badge of sophistication. Plus, why there’s nothing wrong with simple food.

It’s been well documented that Giovanni di Palma makes some of the best pizza and roast chicken in this city (or as he’ll tell you, the country). But have you seen his Instagram?

You won’t catch me tweeting at the table I own a smartphone, but I refuse to tweet, text, or otherwise share photographs of what I eat. Unlike my peers who communicate every detail of their lives as professional stomachs, I have no desire to share my whereabouts and “instant opinions” with a bunch of strangers.

The essential Twitter and Instagram guide to the best local events, food porn, and stories

Impress your Instagram followers by following these 8 photography tips.

The founders of Yik Yak are Brooks Buffington and Tyler Droll. They’re both 24 and graduated in 2013 from Furman University, where they noticed the popularity on campus of certain Twitter parody accounts. The two friends thought it would be fun if everyone had a platform for telling jokes and sharing news—and to be able to do that anonymously.

There’s more to cellphone snaps than selfies and documentation of everyone’s dinner. In 2012, photographers Brandon Barr, Aaron Coury, and Tim Moxley created the hashtag #weloveATL to curate Instagram shots for a gallery show. The label has become a badge of civic pride, with Atlantans tagging more than 100,000 photos.

When an NBA team owner issues a mea culpa at the same time he’s hanging a “For Sale” sign on his share of the franchise, we know we have entered a new era in sports.

I’m driving home, just 150 yards from my house, when I see a white Chevy Tahoe in my driveway. According to social media and local news blogs, it’s the car a crew of burglars has been using for about a week to break into homes all around us—Oakhurst, Kirkwood, East Lake.

I don’t have much patience for nostalgia. Too often it feels like willful distortion. But as we worked on this month’s crime package, I kept thinking back to the town where I grew up.