“The Ruler of the Universe is a man living in a small shack on a world that can only be reached with a key to an unprobability field or use of an Infinite Improbability Drive. He does not want to rule the universe and tries not to whenever possible, and therefore is by far the ideal candidate for the job. He has an odd, solipsistic view of reality: he lives alone with his cat, which he has named ‘The Lord’ even though he is not certain of its existence. He has a very dim view of the past, and he only believes in what he senses with his eyes and ears (and doesn’t seem too certain of that, either): anything else is hearsay…”
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
I was at REI the other day getting some shoes for Jonas when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of my students participating in a Wahine Surf Club in REI’s conference room. Interested, I went over and talked to the coordinator who told me that she has been leading this club for some time now, encouraging girls from ages 7-17 to participate in ocean-based sports and conservation efforts. Thinking of Sonja who is now six years old, an avid swimmer, and ocean lover, I asked as to how I might sign her up if she wanted to participate. The leader of the program told me that the easiest way to get in touch with her would be to subscribe to her Facebook page. I refrained from telling her that I had deleted my Facebook page months ago and nodded my headed slowly. “Ooo-Kay”, I said.
I don’t know what it was about that interaction but while cooking up some pasta for the kids the next night, I jumped onto my phone and signed up for a Facebook account – for the second time. I can’t exactly tell you why I did it. It was almost an unconscious action. What I can tell you is that I had been feeling a bit bummed that since deleting my account I had lost touch with a good friend of mine, someone whose friendship I want to maintain. Minutes later, I was following the confirmation link I had been sent to Facebook central.
Some things have changed since I deleted my account: The page layout has been modified. Facebook Timeline has been implemented. There seem to be more ads.
Some things haven’t changed: Jimmy is still posting pictures of his cats and inciting political rants from his fan base. Mike is still posting pictures of his travels (and making people envious to boot). Thomas hasn’t posted anything new for months (forever the lurker).
But I’ve realized over the past day or two since having rejoined FB that I had missed out on some cool things. Don’t get me wrong, there are “algunas cosas” that I still really dislike about Facebook. I continue to think that the privacy settings are wonky. Moreover, issues pertaining to ownership, or agency as my cousin speaks of, will always strike me as being backwards. And the whole, “Facebook is the uncanny valley of social relationships” statement I read on Twitter a couple of months ago still resonates with me. But missing pictures of my new nephew and stories related to my friends and family kinda sucks. So with some mixed feelings, I am back.
I do plan to do some things differently this time around. I probably won’t post many personal pictures or stories to Facebook as I want to be the curator of my own property, files, and ideas. Instead, I will continue posting to my blog and perhaps linking to my blog via my Facebook account. I probably won’t friend as many people because I want my page to more of a communal space for me rather than a networking instrument that some people employ. And I am going to be careful about which apps I will integrate with my account.
I guess what it comes down to for me is the fact that Facebook is where people are sharing. Who can blame them? It’s easy, fast, and ubiquitous. In many ways it has eclipsed email as a means by which people share. Do I wish that there was a more open source alternative? Of course. And there may be a day when more people I know are using Diaspora* or some other social media platform. I suppose I could continue to be like the Ruler of the Universe, close my eyes and my ears, and pretend like the people I care about aren’t using Facebook. But I imagine I might regret missing certain slices of their lives further down the road. Except for pictures of cats. I probably wouldn’t miss the cats.