53 & Counting
Heard a news report today that many Facebook users who take a hiatus from the site eventually return to become repeat users. This, in spite of the low quality posts they complain their friends make, one of the main reasons mentioned for taking the hiatus in the first place.
Never got hooked on Facebook myself. Been quietly devoted to spinning the silk of my peanut on the WW-Web for over ten years now, and I’ve no intention of moving or duplicating my e-persona to any social network du jour, lest it become a gateway experience to the harder stuff. The one exception is LinkedIn, but I’ve not found that to be habit forming. Virtual people pop up in your inbox from time to time with exclamatory invitations, “Hi! I’d like you to join my network!” You figure, what the hell, it only costs a button click. And then you’re connected with them and they with you. A big deal? I don’t think so, except I suppose some people feel the number of connections is proportional to their professional reputation.
Got the southern fence extension up today, raising a 6-footer to an 8-9-footer, to discourage from crashing into the backyard and ravaging our trees while we’re in Maui all but the most committed moose. Wouldn’t want this happening again.
And I completed my 52nd trip around the sun yesterday. Today, my birthday, I begin the next revolution. Happy Wife bought me a guitar for my birthday. I don’t know how to play, I can barely strum a single chord, but come the completion of my 53rd revolution I’d like to be able to play (and sing) for her, Harvest Moon by Neil Young.
In a phrase a dear friend of mine who died far too early once attributed to me, “Hard hard can it be?”