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Facebook and Twitter Are Eating the World; also, Lewis & Clarke

June 4, 2009

Lately I’ve noticed something: I’m posting way less to this blog, yet I’m posting way more to Facebook and Twitter (notice the new Twitter feed just to the right of this post; also, you can find me on Twitter here). Which is fine, I suppose, though I get the feeling—at least with Facebook—like I’m working on Maggie’s farm, providing Facebook with free content for its advertisers to sell against. Has anyone else out there in TV Land been getting this feeling?

The problem is this: It’s so easy to post content to Facebook. On practically every web page one might come across these late days, “Share” is an option (right alongside “Print,” “Email this Story,” and the like). You click the Share button and a selection of sites on which to share the story pops up; Facebook is always on there, and Blogger never is. So you click the Facebook button and then you’re inside Facebook, which provides a few lines of the story, a headline, and even a photo tied to the story in question. Modern science! But it makes me neglect this blog and then, when I return, post self-indulgent junk about how, lord have mercy, I find myself posting on some sites more than others.

Sounds like I’m in need of retooling.

At any rate: In the meantime, here’s a link to the links I’ve been posting on Facebook lately, many of which have some nice discussion from friends of mine under them. A sad substitute, but it will have to do until I figure out some way to quit feeding the Facebook machine. Anyone out there know a blog site that more easily allows you to share or post stories from other sites?

Before I go, though, one quick recommendation from Yr. Faithful Correspondent:


The other night, as I often do before bed, I was listening on my radio to NPR’s New Sounds show, which is all over the place in terms of content, but is consistently good and affecting and beautiful. But so the theme for this particular night’s broadcast was “new folk,” and in the show I heard an amazing, delicate song that bloomed midway out into cacophony before falling back to earth and subsiding. After, I waited to hear who it was, and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the band Lewis & Clarke, with whom my good friend Karen has been playing cello as of late. The song is called “Comfort Inn,” and it’s off Lewis & Clarke’s latest album, Blasts of Holy Birth (it came out in 2007, and the gently psychedelic album cover can be seen above). Lewis & Clarke’s Myspace page does not have the song, but I found it here on Last.fm. You should absolutely give it a listen, preferably late-ish at night and when you’re in a contemplative mood. It’s very worth it.

That’s all for now, but coming soon to fighting fire with unlit matches (or, hell, maybe Facebook): A discussion of President Obama’s stunning, insightful biography Dreams from My Father, which I will shortly be finishing.

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