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Facebook: Revisited

      You know, I once did a blog about how I'm not personally too interested in social networking, Facebook in particular.  In all honesty, my opinion on the matter should probably count for nought considering that I have the sentimentality and emotional capacity of the average paperclip.  It's true.  I don't hold on to momentos.  I don't search out long, lost friends.  I don't even follow my alma mater's football team -- heck, I can't say for certain what box my diploma is in.  It's the ABC's of me, baby.  

     If there's one saving grace, it's that I'm pretty perceptive.  I can see that those things which don't mean much to me, can mean quite a bit to someone else.  The ladies in my family, for instance, are much more into Facebook than I am.  Of course, it's the ladies in my family who are much more likely to remember birthdays and anniversaries, go to funeral visitations, and keep in touch with friends from years gone by.  And I must admit, without the ladies reminding me to wish people well on their birthdays, I would surely forget.  Thanks to them, my Uncle Hugo thinks I have the memory of an elephant.....

     Of course, Facebook isn't just for the fairer sex.  I have guy friends who live on the bleeding edge of technology and consider email to be "so 20th century".  They prefer the staccato conversation of Facebook.  It's more of a "point/counter-point" style than a one-sided email and there's certainly less personal investment than in making a phone call.  It's there when they want to converse and they don't need to remember the finer points of the 3.8 paragraph.  It's a good fit.

     I have found one thing that I genuinely like about Facebook.  In this age of short attention spans, it's pretty cool to scroll through the Democrat's Facebook wall and see what we were up to months ago.  Newspapering isn't a sentimental profession -- we're only as good as our last edition.  I mean, we're the original disposable media, after all.  Facebook, whether it intended to or not, gives us a chance to reflect on work that we did ages ago.  We don't get that very often. 

     Does re-reading a story we ran back in June mean that I have more emotional muscle than your average  paper clip?  Probably not.  But it's a start. 

 

By the way, if you're a facebook fan, please check out our page on facebook.  If you hit the Like button while you're there, we'll be grateful.  I wrote another piece on it here.