"You Have 1 Friend"
My memory was jogged yesterday when I read a post on Sorin's blog. Apparently he, like many others, has an addiction to Facebook.
Which reminded me that I have a Facebook account too. A little friend in NY invited me to join recently, so I did. And then was completely mystified by the whole thing. I mean, I do get the concept of social networking. (Except for the part where you can throw sheep at people, slap them with trouts, etc. Then I feel like Mr. Spock: That is not logical.)
Mostly, Facebook must be like the electronic equivalent of passing notes to your friends in junior high biology class. The whole business makes me feel like I should get myself a Hello Kitty backpack before participating. Whereas blogging feels like working on the school paper.
The sad thing about my Facebook life is that I don't have one apparently: I can't participate during the day, which happens to be a large part of my day. And that to me would be the purpose of Facebook: to interrupt the workday (not that I have anything against that).
Our firewall at work blocks the site with an imperious warning: "Pornography: Access Denied by Server" so as a result I cannot send growing gifts and take movie polls instead of doing my boss' reimbursables or writing secret blog entries. I would have to do all of my Facebooking at night, which when given the choice between that and other activities, just ain't gonna happen.
So as a result, last night I went back to my Facebook account, where I am solemnly told that I have one friend. Sheesh. That's harsh. Since the best analogy to Facebook I have is high school, out of curiosity I decided to look up my high school alums to see who participates.
I found:
- The creepy kid who sat behind me in Madame August's Honors French class who always wore fatigues and carried well-thumbed copies of Guns and Ammo magazine in his Pee-Chee folder (anyone else remember Pee-Chee folders?).
- One half of a popular cheerleading twin sister set, who now has gained at least 50 pounds and wears her hair like Rachel in Friends, but with more obvious highlights.
- Another guy who's name is familiar but nothing else. Apparently he is married and has a lovely wife and three children.
- Three other random people of whom I have no recollection of whatsoever.
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ps... I do recommend that you check out stumbleupon. It allows you to find really cool websites and I don't know if it's considered social networking (I guess it is) but I have met some interesting people there and found some cool stuff.
pss...I have a private lesson (my first) with Shorey Myers today as a late lunch. I like the idea of interrupting my work day with tango. What I wouldn't give for a lunchtime milonga in Union Square...
8 comments:
O.K. speaking of social networking, how does Shorey Myers manage to be everywhere at once? What do these people have, some sort of transporter machine, I forgot what they call it.
Representing the people who are too old to be on facebook, E
She must have a gajillion frequent flyer miles. Or else there is a special icon in Facebook that allows you to transport yourself magically through the internet to far-flung locales.
So, for now it's you and me, sister. The Facebookless.
;-)
I'm on Facebook (and MySpace...I am a technology whore). Feel free to hunt me down, for whatever it may be worth to ya.
I like facebook but there are certain add-on apps I dont like such as "top friends" apps or "hottest friends" apps or anything that implies popularity contests. It has such a juvenile overtone that I"m almost embarrassed to be associated with any friends who have suchs apps on their profile. And unfortunately, there are a few of them who do. My sons add anyone and everyone and it drives me up the wall. I would ask them if they even know 1/4 of these people and their answer was "my friend does." People who have over 200 friends on their list annoy me. IT's like "are they REALLY friends of yours or you just said hi to each other once and now you are 'friends?'"
I use facebook to stay up to date on clubs I joined or to keep in touch with friends but I hate when people keep sending me stupid insipid add-on apps like "SuperDuperPlus Poke Pro"
i don't do facebook either and i am a techie-diva too. there is only so much time for that, though, and then other passions just must take precedence. boys & tango & crafting & hiking for instance.
oooo and i can't wait to do lunch tango practica with you tangobaby!
Dear Ms. Red Shoes,
As soon as you can tell me how to bybass the firewall at work, I will certainly look you up.
Dear Caroline,
You've validated and verified my tiny amount of experience with Facebook. Leave me with my email, or--gasp--a fountain pen and creamy thick paper.
Dear Ms. Wellspring,
Lunch is ours! Bring your shoes and we'll practice our little feets off. ;-)
i just troutslapped you, chere amie.
again.
haha... ;)
My Nuit,
I deboned the [virtual] trout, dredged it lightly in flour and pan-fried it in butter, and then served it with lemon and a side of hush puppies.
Delicious!
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