I'll be out of town for a few days, probably not posting. Hopefully taking some good flower photos at Dallas Blooms. But, as usual, I need some friendly advice from any readers who care to play along. Yesterday I did something I've been womanfully resisting - I joined My Face..... er.... I mean, Facebook. I haven't thought I needed any other ways to remain seated at a keyboard (sometimes I feel like those people in WallE, whose legs had atrified because they just sat at consoles playing games all day - not that I EVER play games, but I do write a lot) and Facebook seems to be a timesucking black hole. So, I don't know what came over me, but I idly called up the sign-up page, and....evil spirits typed me in. Now I have a Facebook page that I have no notion what to do with. Mystifyingly, though quite wonderfully, almost immediately a gang of former students from my high school teaching days forty years ago in Dallas appeared out of the Great Void wanting to be Friends (in Facebook terms). How does this happen? How did Facebook know they knew me? How did it know I knew them? Is this witchcraft, or what? Oddly, nobody from my own high school, nor university, dropped out of that ectoplasmic void. Maybe they've all left the planet.
I have this blog, as well as Quid Nunc? and if I want to ever write there, The Blue Voice, as well as a private personal blog. Clearly I don't need anywhere else to actually write. Facebook doesn't appear to be about writing. So far most of the things that have appeared on my Wall have been incomprehensible postings about games people are playing on a continuing basis, Farmville, Vampire Wars. Do I need this? I'll give it a while, see what else happens. Any creative advice is more than welcomed. I may check in from Dallas, but most likely not.