So I joined Facebook. I’m on the post-scar tissue edge of technology, well after the bleeding edge, but I thought in my unemployed state I’d connect with all sorts of people to network like ooze. Trouble is, I don’t want to be friends with everybody I possibly could be, you know?
Of course, I’m not referring to you, dear readers. (My bud Jim: “That’s like what, the twenty most important people in the world, right?”) If you’re there, and know my name, feel free to sign me up, or whatever they call it. I’m also now on LinkedIn.
Oddly, there were four people waiting for me to join... You can load your email list, so that’s how I got to be these people’s potential “friends.” One of the four, I’m not sure who she is. She’s in my e-mail, though. Racking brain for context. Did we date once? Must have. I’m sorry but I just can’t remember everyone I dated once. After all, 2006-07 was pretty busy, with sometimes several dates a week.
You know, if you search my name on the Face, you get 208 hits, lads mostly in Great Britain or its down under colonies, where I’m probably distantly related to the great, but fated, Australian explorer, who came from the same Devon neighborhood my paternal peeps did.
2 comments:
It's so weird, I joined it over the Holidays too. I'm still not sure I like this thing. Like if you friend someone you knew 30 years ago but haven't spoken to them in all that time, are you really friends? Just weird.
Friend is relative. I'm beginning to think of it as a hive, all us bees running around picking up chemical messages, then spreading the word, as it were.
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