My friend Jim Buie presents a interesting argument for those of us debating whether or not to ride Facebook. He’s the one who got me on board, and now…
Along with my blog, FB has turned out to be my e-crack. I’ve added applications and joined groups, and I’ve explored just about every corner, nook, and cranny there is to see, read, and do.
I’ve got friends.
13. But I hope that number grows as I plug along. Of the 13, only 2 fit the standard FB profile–that is, they have a .edu attached. And one of those .edu “friends” is actually my own daughter, which I think is very cool and quite informative, parentally speaking. The rest of us are what one might categorize as mature: over 40, over 50, over 60, etc. We are writers, teachers, musicians, psychologists, businesspersons, retirees, etc.
My profile includes photos, a virtual bookshelf, an art gallery, a poet’s corner, notes and feeds, and a bumper sticker. My friends can scribble short notes on my wall or send me an email. My profile spills my enthusiam for the Carolina Hurricanes as well as displaying my formulated color (which is currently yellow). I have an application called change.org in which I post my interests in healthcare reform and a project aimed at finding a cure for MS. Altogether, my FB profile is pretty mature, I think, but hip enough that..