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Dee-Platformed

My Facebook introduction was inauspicious. About 15 years ago my husband had been sent across the country by the national bank he worked for to effect a software merger with a local company. I went with him for a couple of months. He started a Facebook account for me to keep in touch with home.

Right away, a gal at his work had just gotten Facebook too, and she sent notifications of everything she did from the moment she awakened ’til bedtime. I was not impressed. It was annoying and there’s no way I would use it in that fashion. A few years later a couple of college, even high school friends, had found me and sent vacation, family and pet photos. My Canadian family sent event photos occasionally.

I gave it up for years until the Navy Captain who married us died and the only way I could reach his son was by private Facebook message. Years later, about two years ago, I think, I was in touch with him privately again, after his mom died.

Now, I’m temporarily in a small town in Texas keeping busy doing some volunteer work. The town recently lost its only print news, and only gets national news through either Dallas or Oklahoma. One brave soul started a Facebook page to keep residents apprised of local events such as the Saturday Farmers’ Market being cancelled last weekend due to potential rainstorms.

I forgot my sign-on (yahoo or my current one?) and tried a couple of passwords, finally signing on thru Apple ID. They asked me some really strange stuff, like demanding a selfie. Then they said they’d review what I’d sent at their request.

Next thing I get an email saying that my account is permanently disabled because I didn’t follow community standards, moreover I’m not allowed to request “another” review. Huh?

I’m no hacker, just an old lady who likes an old-fashioned blog to share cooking tips and promote democracy through subversive means such as promoting access to voting. And in my volunteer work, my next effort is jump-starting reading with kindergarteners and first graders at the local elementary school, and in my spare time I’ve been caring for a rescue dog for the past several months. On facebook, nothing controversial, ever. More dog photos than anything else, as I recall.

What’s up with Meta? I’m preparing to go through their review procedure, but it requires me to send the offending text with an explanation and apology. What? I couldn’t even get online to read the local news! the only words I wrote were my email address and password. Any ideas? It’s not exactly that I’ve Mark Zuckerberg’s number in my Rolodex, folks. Any ideas would be welcomed. Cheers! Dee

Nom de Plume

Facebook or a company trying to pretend to be it, has been texting me for months to tell me that people I may know or have never heard of want me to be in touch.

I am on Facebook. I do not make use of it. The first person who asked to be my friend was an HR person at a former employer who sent us across the country for a couple of months then refused to pay the bills. She told me what she ate every day, when she eliminated, visited her cousin, everything I never wanted to hear. She would not stop so I quit Facebook. I got back on a while later then quit again. It’s difficult to quit Facebook, they make it so.

Now, I get twice-weekly or even more often texts on my phone (I do not text) saying to text this number so this stranger or former friend can be in touch. No. I do not respond. I do not use Facebook. It is intrusive.

The funny thing is that I’ve a nom de plume, a pseudonym that they started using in their text today. Apparently they’ve run out of fake friends (even dead people) they’ve chosen for me so have started texting a fake person. Serves them right. Sometimes I make good decisions for the right reasons.

No-one takes control of my privacy or my life. Hear that, Facebook? Cheers from Dee and hug your loved ones. Play ball in the yard or a board game instead of being on the computer all day. Dee

Old Friends

There are folks who stay in the same town and have the same friends for decades.  Our family always moved.  My father was the first in his family to go to college.  He got his baccalaureate and went on for a master’s and doctorate.  There were always opportunities in another state, so we moved.  And he had an illustrious career that has continued well into retirement.

Thanks to Classmates (I join every five years for a few weeks) and Facebook (hate/hate relationship) I’ve found a few people and we keep in touch.  One from grade school, two each from a different high school, and several from college.

In high school I was shy, but joined sports and captained our gymnastics team for two years.  In college I was a wild child for a semester then settled down and made Dean’s List regularly.

Years ago there was a study that people who ran for every student office and club peaked early in life.  I didn’t run for several reasons: I didn’t know myself or what I was capable of doing; was shy; and didn’t want to let anyone know I was smart, especially myself.

It took a broken engagement (moi) to find myself through several increasingly responsible jobs.  I like to write (is that a surprise?) and have opinions on politics and other things.  I will not go to a rodeo because I believe that’s animal cruelty.  I was more tenacious fighting for a personal issue with government than as a lobbyist, simply because I was older and wiser and know who I am and what I am capable of achieving.

My husband and I live a very nice life in a lovely part of the country where it’s snowing as I write.  We have a future to look forward to, just us and our dog, Zoe The Hipless Wonder.

Sometimes I wonder what the friends I haven’t kept in touch with are doing.  We all had dreams.  Real life and providing for a family can put dents into those dreams.  I don’t have the gift of remembering and being in contact with every person I ever met at school or work.  Some of them I want to forget (especially that one boss).

It’s important if you’ve lived everywhere, to keep grounded, which is what I want, a home base when we’re sent overseas.  Equally important is if you’ve been the same town your entire life, get out once in a while and drive two hours away.  You’re never too old to make a friend, or get a dog (or cat) to keep you company.

We love living here because the same people come back every year and it’s like old home week.  This year we had our first July 3 Potluck and 20 neighbors got to see each other without parkas, boots, hats or gloves.  I’d like to think we’ll be neighbors and friends with these folks for a long time.  Cheers, Dee

Communication

While I had a computer at work, I bought my first home computer in 1995 and had a dial-up line and a second line for the fax that started taking over my kitchen counter.

I put the computer together, knowing nothing about it,  but everything worked.  Tried several internet companies.  That was when Microsoft and others wanted to control all the content.

Experienced in email once I landed on the spot I’ve been on for 16 years, the next step was high-speed, which my husband set up for me at the place I found for him 1,000 feet away from my home.

Then when blogs were still cool, three years ago, he set up a blog for me.  Over 41,000 visitors have been here and I thank you for your patronage.

Then Facebook came out and all my friends wanted me to get on that bandwagon, that I quit for a year and came back to because they don’t email anymore.  Then Twitter, no way I’m going to do that.

Then everyone said I had to go on LinkedIn.  I finally did it and made a joke profile.  I didn’t think I belonged there because I’ve been out of the serious working world for a while.  But I know everyone in it, and the best thing I do is bring people together.  Yes, I cook, too.

So, if you’re my friend on FaceBook, you might know that I check the site twice a year.  My friends call or email.  Same with LinkedIn.  Now I’m getting so many updates and don’t want to deal with it.  If I’m looking for a job, or can help a friend get one, that’s great.

For now I’ll stick with email and my blog.  As the numbers go down, you’ve got to know who are your friends and who are not.  I know (adult wisdom) who they are.  They visit seldom, but regularly.  They appreciate a birthday card in the mail.  When they buy a hand-made fabric bookmark at the fair, they buy me one, too.

Companies are hiring people without bringing them in for an interview.  The interview is by phone or now by Skype.  We were lucky as my husband’s employer never brought him in so when we got here I found a place for a couple of months so we could look around.  We’ve been here 2 1/2 years.  Yes. all our stuff is in storage half a country away.

Face-to-face is the only way communication works for sensitive issues, like finding a spouse, a job, a home.  We’ve actually bought a car sight unseen and had it shipped 1,700 miles.  All online and by phone.  Don’t think we’re rich, it’s from 2005 and is the only sedan my husband can fit in because he’s very tall.

One of the problems with our children these days is that they come home, go up to their rooms and get on their computers and get on crazy sites where their safety is compromised. Of course teens and tweens are going to go against whatever their parents say, and unfortunately, that sometimes leads to bad situations for these kids.

You see or call or perhaps email grandma and grandpa.  Same with aunts and uncles, if OK with parents.  You don’t share information with anyone online.

New technology can be good or bad, if used in a harmful or hurtful way.  I was physically assaulted on a school bus by neighbor boys, they made fun of me then stole my hat and kept it from me then ripped it in half.  I was eight years old and a shy kid and marched to the Principal’s office and reported them.  Others on our bus had told me not to report them because they’d beat me up.  I was never touched by them again.

Kids don’t have that luxury these days, and I believe that anonymous emails and many cyber attacks that make kids consider suicide are more powerful because of bullying and bullies always being cowards, so a computer is a weapon against defenseless children.  Parents and schools have to be part of the solution, not the problem.

I came home and did my homework or helped with dinner or dishes.  My sister  tied up the land line (they just called it the phone back then) all night with her best friend who lived 100 feet away.  Sometimes one wants the old days, but not when you can research and book flights and get in touch with people instantly.  Cheers, Dee