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Posted by hogstrom in Rants at 6:12 pm |
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Alright, today I’m struggling with the new social norm of interacting with, and getting to know each other, through Facebook, Twitter, mySpace, Plaxo, LinkedIn and probably about 1000 other social networking websites. I am not a big social networking person because, well, let’s face it, I have no friends. In fact, as a testament to this little known fact, I’m blogging … clearly indicating I have nothing else to do with my time (sigh).
Let me set the backdrop, I frequently get e-mails from Facebook about a new person that wants to be my friend. Today is no exception and I decide to investigate this person and see who they are. First thing I do is look at the photo (hard to miss) and its an attractive woman in a posed shot laying on her side with her head propped up by her hand. Nothing immoral or sexual but I don’t recognize the name or the person. Soooo … I see who we know in common.
It appears that this person (let’s call her Nicole, well, cause that’s what her name says on Facebook) knows someone else I know know on Facebook (let’s call her Susan, cause that’s what her names says on Facebook). Susan and I have known each other for almost 41 years. (Yes, I’m getting old it seems) As with all relationships, we’ve had some gaps in communication where we haven’t talked; for Susan and I it was about 40 years. You see, Susan and I knew each other in first grade when we went to elementary school together. We hadn’t spoken since we both graduated into the second grade and it was soooo nice to reconnect after all this time.
You are probably wondering what prompted this re-unification. To be honest, as John Edwards can attest to, it was a photo that we we’re both in. Of course, the major difference between my photo and John’s was that mine had about 20 people in it and it included our first grade teacher. No one wants to buy a copy of this photo. I have to give Susan credit for tracking down all of the people in that first grade class. (Or perhaps, she is only a victim of some other social networking junkie who tracked her down and she felt compelled to share the love) Why, I don’t know.
While I was investigating Nicole for entry into the Matt Hogstrom social club (she was rejected, unfortunately) I saw that I had a number of people writing on my “wall.” Requests for information, updates about how hungry they were, that they were bored, or that they needed to go to the bathroom. I was shocked at the level of commitment in playing this social networking game; having the connectedness to log on to Facebook only to announce you’re hungry (which no one on Facebook can probably do anything about) is a commitment that could actually yield a larger paycheck if this drive was applied to say, a job.
Ok, I’m not bagging on all social networking because it can be really be useful to advertise things that you are doing and want to announce to people. My friend Jerry uses Facebook to advertise gigs his band is doing to raise money for some good cause. Other people also communicate what’s important to them and try to get others engaged; which is pretty nice.
For me, I don’t particularly care that you have to go to the bathroom, or that you’re hungry for Chinese. I don’t care that your looking for women or that your favorite color is blue. I do care that you are walking for cancer and perhaps I can help with that.
Most importantly, if you were in Mr. Woodruff’s sixth grade class at Emerson Elementary School in Burbank California in 1973 then I definitely want to hear from you. Other than that, go walk for breast cancer and let me know how it went. If you don’t fit in those categories, you’re on <ignore/>.







