I Hate Facebook

OK, I don't really hate Facebook, but I needed a good title for my post. My boy likes Facebook to the point where I call it Crackbook, because it is so addictive.

It a way to instant message your transient feelings and impressions in real time to your hundred dearest friends. The gallery of photos is nice, but Facebook itself has all the substance of a soap bubble. When it comes to communciation, I'm old school (except for my blog), preferring Palmer Method handwritten letters or telephone calls-- anything that gets me beyond the character limitation of twittering, kindling, and friending. I rarely carry a cellphone-- I don't want to be on some elses' string -- and I've had a Blackberry or iPod.

But I can see he attraction of Facebook and why it has exploded in growth. It's a way for people to reach and connect wth other people, and by so doing feel alive. It's bit like Lauren Becall gaily singing "I feel rotten but covered in roses. . . Partly Jane Fonda and partly Jane Austin . . . but I'm alive!"