F-book

My Facebook account is history. The non-stop flux of friend requests from members of various social groups to which I did or did not belong at various points in time was a clear sign of the randomness that the internet effortlessly generates. Facebook did not allow sufficient fine tuning to organize the whole into a reasonable format, nor did it allow flexibility in choosing to receive one message in three say from enthusiastic babblers. My old friends also regularly defended ridiculous political positions either explicitly, by referring to their favorite political party or by repeating party slogans, or implicitly by describing in detail a very limited aspect of society, or their own environment. Moreover, reading random discussions that are made up of two word phrases is annoying. The fantastic finds by good friends or acquaintances of interesting videos and links did not make up for the constant influx of noise generated by people who believe that internet makes the earth flat. Too much time is wasted in wading through crappy posts to find a gem. Self-censorship seems contradictory with contemporary internet usage. Moreover, taking into account all sensitivities of every single acquaintance that I made over a lifetime too often lead to silence. Blog posts have the clear advantage of having as a default setting that they are not randomly sent to people who may be involved in more interesting activities.