Apparently there is a time limit on blogs. I hadn't posted to my old blog in about a year and, well, now it's gone. I had good intentions, mind you, but I just couldn't ever seem to find the time ... I'm afraid that facebook had hidden it away!
Don't get me wrong: I still love facebook. I can see what my friends around the country (and the world!) are up to. I can see photos of my friends' kids growing up, rather than seeing them once as babies and then discovering that somehow seven years have passed and that they no longer wear a size 2T. I can play Scrabble with people who quite frequently beat me.
But I don't do the Farmville thing or the Mafia Wars thing or the Bejeweled Blitz thing. I have no idea what my friends are talking about when they refer to people on t.v. shows like Glee or American Idol. I admit that I've never seen either. Will my friends still be my friends tomorrow?
I don't mind when my friends post Bible verses, or articles supporting gay, lesbian, and/or transgender marriage, or how much they hate this political idea or think that one is the bees' knees. But seriously, now ... do my friends really think they will change even one mind because of a facebook post? Or even a series of facebook posts?
The good news for me is that I can generally entertain a thought without accepting it, and so can most of my friends. Aristotle would be proud. Any little extra piece of information that I (or my friends) can garner makes for a more well-rounded mind, and I love reading news or other info that might have otherwise escaped me. In fact, without facebook, I wouldn't have nearly so many thoughts to entertain!
So thank you, Jenniffer and Nae, for kindly explaining who modern figures like Miranda Lambert and Madame Sonya are. Thank you, Adam, for your snarky comments and making me *think* about my grammar all of the time. Thank you, thank you, all my facebook friends, for entertaining and educating me on a daily basis.
And thank you, facebook, for allowing me to continually expand my horizons, even if you do steal time away from things like washing dishes and sweeping the floors. I mean, really, who needs a clean house when there are random thoughts to be entertained?