Ok, I’m done now. Good morning everyone.
I have a big list of chores to do around the house today, so, naturally, I’m binge reading this awesome website I recently rediscovered. A quick look at the past article list left about 15 tabs open in my browser. I started with this one yesterday, but only got about halfway through it. I’ll try to finish it later, after I get a few things done. No, really.
At first blush, the article seems perfect for me, a complete self-hating Facebook addict. But even by the intro, I had some faint misgivings:
By the time I finished reading, I realized that my non-phone hand was clutching tightly to my forehead, forcefully scrunching my forehead skin together. I had the same facial expression I’d have on if someone made me watch a live event where people had their skin slowly peeled off.
It was everything bad about everything, all at once.
But instead of distancing myself from the horror, I soaked in it. I read it again and again, fascinated by how something could be so aggressively unappealing.
It made me think about what makes terrible Facebook behavior terrible, and why other Facebook behavior isn’t annoying at all. It comes down to a pretty simple rule:
A Facebook status is annoying if it primarily serves the author and does nothing positive for anyone reading it.
The central idea seems fine, but I feel that looking at the fine print might lead to some problems. And indeed, looking at what FB behavior is offensive to Tim, I wonder what kind of posts would pass muster for him. Looking at my FB posts in the last week, I see:
1. A butt-load of photos, all of which are obviously curated to
make you wish you were living my life share the things in my daily life which give me joy.
2. Funny conversations Jessica and I have with the kids.
3. A bunch of articles that I found interesting, occasionally with some brief introductory commentary.
Now, of these three, it seems like Tim would only approve of the last one. He claims that only the people who truly love me (defined by him as those folks which are somehow genetically linked to me) are interested in any of the news from our lives, and these people make up a tiny portion of our vast network of FB friends. Tim says that phones, letters, and email are the proper venue for life updates and personal photos. Now, since I am a consumer as well as a producer of FB content, I can say categorically that I disagree with him. Please, folks, continue to post baby pictures, status updates, brags and all. Further, I would argue that if the rather innocuous post that kicks off the article were to be written by one of my friends, I would read it with pleasure, and probably comment on one or two parts of it. That’s not to say that there isn’t a large bit of FB content that isn’t annoying and ill-advised, just that Tim appears to be painting with too broad a brush on this article. Which leads me to conclude that the thing Tim really finds annoying is FB. Now THAT’S something I can get on board with. I am, after all, an all or nothing type of person.
Now, Tim’s Venn diagram does offer us some hope:
There do appear to be a small number of posts which are both self-serving AND useful to the reader.
I would love to read that article.
Edit: I fear that I was not clear enough in this post. Everyone should immediately go to this website and read every article because its awesome, even though I have one niggling difference of opinion with this one article.
I’ve been at work for six hours so far and have accomplished precisely none of the items on my task list. My mistake? I forgot to put “write task list” as the first item.
I have rhapsodized before about the Fairbanks Museum Eye on the Sky. Mark Breen and his trusty meteorologist sidekicks (sidenote: who wouldn’t want to have THAT on their business cards?), Mark Breen and Lawrence Hayes, embody much of what I love about this state.
This morning’s detailed forecast, in case you missed it, was a special case, though.
Click this link and see if you can spot the awesomeness.
Hint: Its at 1′ 03″.
That’s right, he said “Graupel.”
And let it drop.
No explanations, no nothing, just some temperature dropping across the front, and some accompanying graupel. Oh, yeah.
Sometimes, like most folks, I wonder “whatever became of” X. In this case, it was a girl I dated when I lived in New Mexico back in 1993.
Well, I still don’t know what she’s doing now, but fourteen years ago, she was getting arrested :/
Six months ago, I checked myself into Fletcher Allen Urgent Care and had a Blood Sugar Level of 408. For comparison, according to WebMD, the normal level is considered to be below 100. A reading of 200 is enough for a doctor to diagnose a person with Diabetes Melitus. My entire world was thrown upside down.
Six days ago, I reached my goal of 180 lbs. I haven’t been this skinny since 1996. My blood sugar has been below normal for the last five months. Last month, my doctor told me, “the only bd news is that I won’t be seeing you as much.”
I’ll try to write more another day about how I got from there to here. It has been mostly because of the support of my family, who have made great allowances for me as I focused almost entirely on my health last Spring. I also think about how long I must have had diabetes to have a reading like 408. Coming back to America last year was a tough decision, but it may literally have saved my life.
For now, I’m still not out of the woods. Long term weight loss success is about 20%. Not as bad as the 5% that most people talk about, but still not the rosiest of pictures.
As the new school year begins, I’ve been trying to find an exercise regime that I can follow while still being an active member of my family, and trying to set a more realistic calorie level. I feel that if I make it through the upcoming holiday season, there is hope that my recovery may be long term.
This will make you laugh out loud.
I spent a total of four hours on the phone with Comcast service technicians this weekend installing a new modem, and then reinstalling the old one I discovered the new one didn’t send a signal through walls. The Internet works fine at home, but I have no working phone at the moment. The technician said she would schedule a service appointment but never did.
Today, it has taken me 30 minutes to get through to a human who would schedule an appointment for me. She just now asked me if I would like him to contact me on my cell phone, or the landline. I (barely) resisted the urge to ask her how I could be contacted on the phone line they were coming to repair.
I no longer have any willpower reserves whatsoever.
Although, until the end I was planning on writing: Always leave the shower curtain on the inside of the tub ;)
Catcha on the flip side.