Imagine walking around your neighborhood, and seeing a string carelessly but loosely draped on shrubery off to the side. You pick it up, and follow it to wherever. By and large, it keeps you on the sidewalk. But at times it draws you into others' yards, and on occasion a homeowner invites you to come in. You're a neighbor, after all. A pleasant, engaging conversation over coffee ensues in the living room.
Social media is a platform for discovering curious strings like that, and the internet in general is the means by which we can follow any string that catches our fancy.
Earlier this morning, I reviewed my Facebook notifications, and saw it was my turn to poke each of two friends back. For several weeks now, we have kept this sidebar going. I'm not into poking, but when someone pokes me, which is hardly ever, I poke back. Poking is a casual, perfectly fine thing to do between friends, but between a man and a woman it slips into unmistakable flirtation and sexual innuendo. So when Facebook suggests other friends for me to poke, I ignore it.
A Sunday Journey
Instead of just closing the poke notification window, however, I went to visit a friend: I found this video posted on her Timeline. It's an operatic accounting of the many things a Mom says to her children everyday. It's a really awesome, funny performance. I find out that the lady singing is Anita Harshey.
Facebook makes it really easy to share posts, so while the video was in a format and location I wasn't familiar with, I could post it directly to my Timeline.
|Anita Renfroe (image credit)|
I am up, I am up, Im up and dressed
Can I wear this, am I cute, are the boys impressed
Wheres my clothes and my shoes and my backpack at
And, Yes Im wearing that
No mom, no OJ, wheres the pop tarts at
Wheres my lunch, eww gross, do I look fat?
After school bring me a snack when I get back
And then its homework until I collapse
|Vanessa Van Petten (image credit)|