Nikki convinced me to sign up for Facebook. Three weeks and seventy friends later, it has not been that traumatic. Kudos to the girl I have not been in touch with since high school and who tracked me down, making me her friend. I now have centralized access to about one-third of all of the people I may ever want to talk to. It is fun.
It is also overwhelming.
Upon enrollment, I apparently automatically invited half of the people in my gmail address book. I have been tagged in eleven photos, and have installed functions that allow people to ask me the question-of-the-day and receive free gifts that so far appear to be illustrations of animals in trees. I am a very passive facebooker, and I essentially just let this stuff happen to me.
I seem to be alone in this, but my ultimate frustration is that I don't like to document what I have done, and where I have been. Not because I am paranoid, but simply because I don't understand what has changed in the world that makes people want to know many, many details about people without talking to them, other than the fact that the technology now exists.
And, also, I am a little paranoid.
So, bear with me as I struggle with the utility that facebook has for me. I am definitely undergoing some sort of sensory overload that has kept me from blogging. In the meantime, I will continue to not document my obsession with working out, my new found love of piano, accomplishing my most pathetic life goal of witnessing Bjork live, spending way too much money at the Mall of 'Merica with Adrienne, and traveling.
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You should add Scrabulous, the Facebook app that lets you play Scrabble. And by "should" I mean, if you want to experience a giant vortex that sucks hours and hours of time out of your life.
Hmmm... vortex. That would score a lot of points in Scrabble.
don't forget to mention your love of "crapbooking"
you love facebook, i know you do!
I am still not sold....
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