lazy sunday
Hi there. I just wanted to pop by and say hi. Hope all is well with everyone.
For me? I'm having a lazy Sunday by the fire — drinking tea, doing a little work, flipping through The New York Times Magazine. (One of my favorite things to do on the weekend, btw.) And I just came across this fantastic article about Facebook by Peggy Orenstein.
It poses the question:
"Can you forge your future self when you never leave the present?"
It's funny, insightful and definitely worth a read.
Who knows? Maybe R is better off by refusing the Facebook frenzy. Only time will tell. Until then, here's a sneak peek at the article (enjoy!)...
Someone I haven’t seen in decades just posted a snapshot of me on Facebook: there I am at 16, dressed in an unfortunate cowl-neck sweater, my hair cut to resemble a Semitic cotton ball. William Faulkner, I suspect, would love it — Facebook, after all, is the best evidence yet of the undead past. Ever since I signed up a couple of months ago, I have felt thrust into a perpetual episode of “This Is Your Life” (complete with commercials). “Friends” from nursery school have resurfaced, as well as high-school teachers (including the one who pinned me to a wall during a graduation party and slurred, “You’re not much to look at now, but when you’re 30 you’re gonna be terrific”). I have reconnected with the brother of a friend who was killed; rediscovered college chums and colleagues from my early days in New York. I am by turns amused, touched and horrified by these gentle breezes and icy blasts from the past.
For me? I'm having a lazy Sunday by the fire — drinking tea, doing a little work, flipping through The New York Times Magazine. (One of my favorite things to do on the weekend, btw.) And I just came across this fantastic article about Facebook by Peggy Orenstein.
It poses the question:"Can you forge your future self when you never leave the present?"
It's funny, insightful and definitely worth a read.
Who knows? Maybe R is better off by refusing the Facebook frenzy. Only time will tell. Until then, here's a sneak peek at the article (enjoy!)...
Someone I haven’t seen in decades just posted a snapshot of me on Facebook: there I am at 16, dressed in an unfortunate cowl-neck sweater, my hair cut to resemble a Semitic cotton ball. William Faulkner, I suspect, would love it — Facebook, after all, is the best evidence yet of the undead past. Ever since I signed up a couple of months ago, I have felt thrust into a perpetual episode of “This Is Your Life” (complete with commercials). “Friends” from nursery school have resurfaced, as well as high-school teachers (including the one who pinned me to a wall during a graduation party and slurred, “You’re not much to look at now, but when you’re 30 you’re gonna be terrific”). I have reconnected with the brother of a friend who was killed; rediscovered college chums and colleagues from my early days in New York. I am by turns amused, touched and horrified by these gentle breezes and icy blasts from the past.
posted by amanda trimble at 12:30 PM
1 Comments:
u tottaly rock i luved ya book can u please mail me at priyanka_cst@yahoo.co.in
i wanna talk 2u
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