So I hit a new inflection point this weekend. Saturday night, when I wanted to share pictures of my Avon Walk experience, the first place I posted was not to this blog, but to my Facebook account.
Yep, after 4.5 years of blogging and loving it, the first stop was my new FB page.
Why?
I’ve become completely enchanted by what I think of as the Facebook small town Twitter stream–aka status updates–that flow of one-sentence bulletins posted by people who are connected to me.
Knowing, for example, that Joe Territo just got back from Spain and Debbie Landa turned 40 connects me more closely to people I like who I don’t have very active relationships with.
At the same time, it’s a gas to see the posts of friends and those more in my current physical and mental community–I l enjoy knowing Anna is picking apricots, or that Rafat misses work.
These little details give me a window into my friends’ lives that just..feels..good.
They’re postcards from the present, and their pleasure is great enough I yearn for my best friends to hurry up and jump onto Facebook so I can read their little stories, too.
I’ve always thought of blogging as a way to join and share in a broad on-going conversation, and I’m hopelessly addicted to it. But I also see that Facebook is becoming that spot where I can check in on people for a second or two–and relish the small social gestures of the real world–now being transferred(for us non-gamers) into a more virtual one.
Yes, Facebook is becoming its own little social ecosystem for me, full of small gestures that the more pragmatic and professional Linked-in–another service I value–doesn’t have on its agenda. And there’s no question but that the open FB APIs–and the cute little tools and applets that have spawned–plays a large role in upping both the communications flow between members and the amusement value they offer to the point where FB–not my very own blog–is the place I turned first to share.
So I hit a new inflection point this weekend. Saturday night, when I wanted to share pictures of my Avon Walk experience, the first place I posted was not to this blog, but to my Facebook account.
Yep, after 4.5 years of blogging and loving it, the first stop was my new FB page.
Why?
I’ve become completely enchanted by what I think of as the Facebook small town Twitter stream–aka status updates–that flow of one-sentence bulletins posted by people who are connected to me.
Knowing, for example, that Joe Territo just got back from Spain and Debbie Landa turned 40 connects me more closely to people I like who I don’t have very active relationships with.
At the same time, it’s a gas to see the posts of friends and those more in my current physical and mental community–I l enjoy knowing Anna is picking apricots, or that Rafat misses work.
These little details give me a window into my friends’ lives that just..feels..good.
They’re postcards from the present, and their pleasure is great enough I yearn for my best friends to hurry up and jump onto Facebook so I can read their little stories, too.
I’ve always thought of blogging as a way to join and share in a broad on-going conversation, and I’m hopelessly addicted to it. But I also see that Facebook is becoming that spot where I can check in on people for a second or two–and relish the small social gestures of the real world–now being transferred(for us non-gamers) into a more virtual one.
Yes, Facebook is becoming its own little social ecosystem for me, full of small gestures that the more pragmatic and professional Linked-in–another service I value–doesn’t have on its agenda. And there’s no question but that the open FB APIs–and the cute little tools and applets that have spawned–plays a large role in upping both the communications flow between members and the amusement value they offer to the point where FB–not my very own blog–is the place I turned first to share.