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I think I belong to every social network known to man. Today I started playing around in Google Buzz.  Facebook? check. Twitter? Check. LinkedIn? Check.  Myspace before it was the place to be as a 13 year old girl with a sparkly background and LOL all over your page? Check. Even friendster, which floated off into the abyss sometime around 2006. Yep, I had a profile.

So do I feel uber connected? Yeah, probably to a fault. I’m not sure I NEED all of the information that I get from these sites about people. Sure I friended the guy I went to elementary school with and haven’t seen since. It was nice to see how his life has turned out and what he has been up to. But do I need to know every time he and his wife get into a fight? No.

And that is the problem. The over-sharer. This is the person who you don’t actually know all that well in real life, but because of these networks you know wayyy more than you ever wanted to. I feel like I’m invading his privacy, but he seems to have no problem with it. This is why I sit back and think before I post anything. Do I want 268 people, the majority of whom I’m not actually close with, to have this information? Thankfully, the majority of people understand this distinction. Those who don’t end up here and here.

I love hearing about people getting jobs, puppies, married, engaged, having babies, etc, but I don’t need to know that your Doctor suggested a prostate exam. I just don’t.

Are people more connected? I would say yes, the debate is whether the connection is at all meaningful. Like, thanks for liking my status, but are we ever going to actually interact outside of the world of the internet? So is this REALLY networking?
Regardless, it’s certainly a good way to burn some time and catch up with people.

And the time burning might be the problem. It doesn’t seem like much at first. A few minutes here and there, the occasional alert on your phone. It adds up. Really quickly. And frankly there just aren’t enough hours in the day.

It’s becoming overwhelming. Yep, I have social networking fatigue. It became super apparent today while testing google buzz. Here I am “following” the same people that I do on twitter, am friends with on facebook, am chatting with on gchat, and talk to on the phone.  OVERKILL. I’m going to actually attempt to do some face to face social networking (or in the case of people halfway across the country at least try a note or personal email). So maybe I won’t know that Jane Doe got a new job as soon as it happens, but I also won’t waste valuable time pondering why Joe Smith posts cryptic status messages like “My Life will never be the same”. Frankly Joe, I’m not sure I care.

I don’t know that I’ve addressed it here, but I seriously LOVE my kindle. Like enough that I want to marry it. Which would probably be a little bit difficult because I married Mountain Dew in 4th grade, and while we’ve been separated for awhile, I’ve never actually gotten a divorce.  I know that seems a little sleazy, but I’ve got a friend who married a baseball card in 3rd grade, and he’s been dating other women ever since. Scumbag.

Anyway, back to my Kindle love.

I never have to carry around heavy books. If that isn’t a reason to write love notes I’m not sure what is. I take the train to work everyday, so this is kind of a big deal.  In addition to the ability to hold thousands of books that I’ll never need to carry, it’s also saving me from walking funny due to a bum shoulder from carrying books in my handbag. Yeah, I’ve caught myself giving sympathetic glances to the people on the train lugging 400 page books. But certainly not in a smug way!

New releases are $9.99. Okay, blessing and a curse. I used to go to the libarary a lot more, so I’m not actually sure if I can point to any real cost savings. But still!! Other people are spending 23 bucks for hardbacks! No, we won’t mention the initial cost of the device, I’m sure I will have made up for that in book prices in the next few months.  So if you are debating one, make the move. I  haven’t had a moments regret.

Currently Reading/Recently finished

Taking Woodstock

The Recipe Club: A tale of Food and Friendship

With all the reading I’m doing for the 5 bookclubs I’ve joined (Whoops! Am I over doing it?), I’m getting behind on my DVR. So I caught up on Project Runway this evening. Ummm,  hello??? Ping’s model struts down the runway with her ass on display (not to mention last weeks disaster. Seriously, that outfit is what I look like when I stumble out of bed with a hangover and get caught up in my sheets), and she is STILL here? Oh Heidi, you disappoint me.

It’s that time of year when Hollywood takes a little time out from earning massive amounts of money to pat themselves on the back.  I’m not going to lie, I’m a sucker for awards season. The dresses! Who doesn’t love to see the awful ones? I’m looking at you Laura Flynn Boyle at the Golden Globes circa 2003:

No, this isn't an audition for swan lake

The wacky, rambling, nonsensical, touching (Tom Hanks, Philadelphia) speeches! The little movies that could! The blockbusters that suck but nobody wants to say anything! I can’t help it, I’m a sucker for all of it.

I like to see the movies that are nominated so I can pick my favorites. I’ve had a lot of catching up to do this year, as I just haven’t made it to the movies much.

This weekend I started playing catch up by renting “The Hurt Locker“.

Holy crap. I don’t think I need to see anything else. It’s amazing.

Full disclosure, I haven’t seen Avatar, but I’m not sure how it could possibly top this film.  And it certainly kicks the crap out of Up In The Air (which I have a soft spot for, as it was filmed in my hometown).

Watch it.

There are a couple of disturbing scenes (don’t say I didn’t warn you) but nothing gratuitous.

As I make my way through the major contenders I’ll hopefully find more that I like.

Any personal favorites?

First it was Joe Wilson, then Serena Williams and now Kanye West.

It looks like we might need to reinstate nap time.