Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to bear the slings and arrows etc. I see that the noble art of blogging seems to be being replaced by something far less savouryif not downright delinquent on the basis that someone claims to be able to read my face (like a) book, a pastime I myself have resisted on the basis that I have been warned you might catch something nasty - vis virus. But no, my in box is filled to capacity with warnings that somebody has been writing on my wall and challenges to pillow fights to say nothing of being prodded, or was it poked. One young lady blows bubbles at me from her back door step, on the pretext that she was only 3 at the time whilst an ex colleague peers at me from behind a party mask and challenges me to all sorts of things. e-mail it seems is dead and all information must now be passed by facebook, like knowing when someone you were praying for returns to their homeland. Quick and efficient it maybe but personal it is not. However since there appears to be no alternative but to be dragged into the 21st Century I suppose I had better just get used to it, although I do think twitter is better left to the birds. Talking of viruses, I have a nasty one on my blackberry (no not the garden variety). Ever since a colleague set it up to send and receive e-mails (it is the work phone after all) I have not been able to use the address book. It tells me that I have all these contact numbers with phone number, mobile, e-mail, writing address and invites me to do a variety of things in response to the plethora of information available. SMS ....... EMS..... (what's the difference?), send an e-mail, call home, call mobile - the list is endless but just try asking it to actually do one of these things and then it sulks and turns off.
I washed the sleigh last week and filled it up with petrol and hoovered it and did all the things a new owner loves to do. Now I know why sleighs are red, my silver one is as dirty as it was a week ago.
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I'm riding a bike now! The bubbles are still there on the step in my photos though :)))
I guess Facebook is as personal as you make it. Funnily enough, there are a lot of people I email on the internal private system on there. And I check out people's status updates several times a day, which tells me how they are to a certain extent.
You are right though - it is an odd thing when you grow up with real conversations, real letters with pen and ink and eventually the immediacy of email. When I was young a computer filled a room and was operated by a man in a white coat.......ahh, those were the days........
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