My son's got me to sign up for Facebook, and I resisted as long as I could. Now it's a constant source of new email messages "Fred did this", or "Sue did that", or "Howard discovered oil on his make believe farm, and wants you to feed his tomogochi chickens"... Eck! (pronounced like 'heck' without the 'h')
Oh, it's been nice to connect with people I haven't had any 'face time' with for several years... don't get me wrong. But it's not exactly the same as HAVING 'face time' with ANYONE. It's really just a sinister plot to keep more people staring at the glowing rectangles, or pocket sized glowing rectangular objects that can entertain, has a compass built into the stock, has this thing that tells time, and pinpoints your location on the planet to within 1.25inches... oh, and you can also make phone calls with it. ;?> The REAL Dick Tracy wrist radio... although you keep it in a pocket and it can cause repetitive thumb strain.
I've been under the weather - a winter cold - for the past few days, and between long naps watched a few movies on my list. The least impressive of these were "The Hurt Locker" (up for the Oscar this year), and "Black Orpheas". While I liked the calypso music in the latter, seeing yet another movie telling the epic story of Orpheus and Eurydice (all on the same 1001 movie list I should add) is a bit taxing.
I've been watching all the Powell and Pressburger films, and one scene in "Age of Consent" really made me ache for the warm tropical summers of my youth. Afternoon and evening thundershowers were the weather pattern in the late 1970's (but no longer) - the sky would darken around 3pm, POUR BUCKETS of warm rain for 20 minutes, then the sun would come out, and everything would be dry again within about an hour. Oh, the humidity was high... but it was a humid heat, after all.
So, why don't we do away with Facebook, and set a date to have lunch... in San Diego, or on the beach in Waikiki? THAT would be Face Time worth spending!
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