Almost a year ago on the memorable but inauspicious date of the 13th April 2015, I told you that after resisting for eleven years, I had eventually joined the ‘popular’ social networking site known as Facebook. As I said at the time, it was Martha Lane-Fox who had cajoled, caressed and, (metaphorically) beaten me into submission. You can read about it HERE. Although I suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia, the date didn’t worry me too much, as the13th fell on a Monday that year. It’s now time to report back.
I wanted to know what Facebook had to offer in way of the hobby, but I confess that, after a year, I still don’t know what it is all about. I’ve noticed that people who really hate the site use derogatory names such as ‘Faceache’ and others that I won’t mention here. I could, but I’d prefer to keep my blog relatively clean!
I’m told that one of the advantages of FB is that people are keen to join because it’s one of the best mediums for communication. It’s free and, for all the lonely people out there, EVERYBODY wants to be your friend. Well, it seems that way!
So keen in fact that Mark Zuckerberg, the young founder, is worth an estimated £40 billion! Puts it into some kind of perspective when you learn that the average footballer picks up £600,000 per week and the retired pensioner manages on about £2880 per year plus any other measly income they may have. Then there are those on the breadline.
Last time I reported that it was easy to join metal detecting groups. Some I signed up to inadvertently and others just added me anyway. It seems as though there are hundred from which to choose. I have been persuaded to register and accept as ‘friends’ people with unpronounceable names and languages I couldn’t read. Do I accept, because I don’t wish to offend? It’s a dilemma!
I receive messages every day that I really don’t want urging me to wish somebody I don’t know, a Happy Birthday. I still get a vaguely guilty feeling when I don’t respond. Then there are the people who are always ‘updating their status’, but I can’t tell how. Unless it’s yet another picture of their dog … as if I’d be interested. Is this promise of
an update just to bore the pants off me – like the ‘selfie’ pictures of themselves cavorting with real friends? What is this narcissistic urge to send me ‘new’ photographs that look remarkably like all the others?
Some things I still don’t fully understand like the other day when I received a ‘poke’. A poke? What can that mean? All I can say is that it sounds rude. And what about ‘tagged’?
Facebook is an easy way to share feelings and to share what’s going on in your general life. If you are lucky, somebody you don’t know will respond and share your achievements or sorrows. An advantage is that I have re-connected with friends that I had known years ago from detecting forums, so that has been useful. In a couple of cases I have asked them if they would contact me another way, say by email of Skype.
My preferred metal detecting forum has an FB page to which I don’t contribute, but occasionally frequent, because things happen on there that don’t appear on the forum. That is because ‘one can easily post pictures’, I am told. These pictures of coins and artefacts are usually taken with a mobile phone on the palm of the hand with the subject blurred and unrecognisable. The background of the palm can take up 90% of the picture. Why bother? People do bother of course because they invariably get fulsome, but misplaced praise from other members of the group. Some people reading this will no doubt groan at me repeating myself. Alas, it’s what old men do.
Repetition is one of the most basic learning techniques. Knowing when huge amounts of repetition are needed is what often makes the difference between learning and forgetting and learning and remembering.