exploring the walls

i was able to get a link on an article about people fleeing facebook in the new york times and another piece about how the social web site can shake up kinship and solidarities. i probably haven't gotten to facebook fatigue yet. from my standpoint, it's still a wonder tool to communicate with far and away friends and family or friends that are so near yet so inaccessible. there is no bigger fan of snail mails than me but when people began responding to my letters with e-mails, i felt dejected. i exposed my excruciating scrawl to the world and all i got was an electronic mail? or i just have friends who lead hectic lifestyles that scribbling on a piece of paper then queuing at the post office seem like a prolonged process. phone calls are magical but i’m more comfortable writing than talking. although not quite the serial loner in nicole holofcener's walking and talking, the forlorn existence is hardly desolate as long as i have the books, magazines , the endearing comedy reruns on the telly, going online whenever the mood strikes.

every piece of ourselves is a judgment device; the blogs, the photographs, the status updates, the farmville indulgence, the spouses, the kids, the photographs of the travels to the luxurious and deepest ends of the earth. that is the fact of life. our walls and individual profile pages are a reflection of our personalities. in facebook, friendster and others, we get to see how they’re doing even without asking permission. we just have to be conscientious with the writings on the wall, the friends we invite and accept and all the other maneuverings in the web applications. since not all of my friends keep official blog pages like my fluffy, frothy introspections, i treat their social networking pages as hallowed treasures. we’re only allowed a tiny portion on the lives of our chosen people and i grasp that with gratitude whether or not it’s fueled with sentiments.