My big toe is nearly healed. My side career as slob-swimmer can restart in t-minus twelve days. Never would I think that I'd miss exercise so much.
People have begun contacting me through my entry at Facebook. The dynamic seems to be surprisingly different to Friends Reunited's, "So, what are you doing these days...?" schtick.
The platform seems considerably more altruistic in outlook. I mean, folks actually seem to be genuinely interested in what each other have done with their lives.
Is Facebook just another reflection of how popular the secular dance craze is becoming in the Anglophone world? It's a distinct possibility that suggests an interesting idea. People's messages, or lives, are no longer enough. We, the baying public, demand an insight into the lives and lifestyles of the message bearers. With entry level requirements now so low, celebrity status has never seemed so achievable.
Osama Bin Laden wants to reach the maximum number of infidels through his poorly made home videos. With digital cameras he could easily do a little spread for Hello or OK. The introduction of cave chic would give him a cache amongst the public that money could not buy. Al Jazeera is old news.
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