Wednesday, March 21, 2018

#DeleteFacebook ?

I believe I've posted a few times on the utility of Facebook and the declining utility of same. Well, about a month ago, I deactivated my account and told Facebook not to bother me with their incessant "so-and-so posted this" attempts to get me back on their (dis)service.

No one thing brought me to the place where I turned it off, rather, it was a long series of events. As with my on-going efforts to de-Google my life (you're reading this on the last major vestige of Google in my life), I sort of walked into it slowly and deliberately, and one Sunday afternoon, I pulled the plug. *plink* No more Facebook.

There were still some things on Facebook I liked. Various ham radio pages, some WW II pages and the like all were still of interest. But the on-going deterioration of the overall experience due to the constant changes to the all-holy Facebook Algorithm, more and more intrusive ads and the steady leftist politicization of the platform all told me it was time to leave, and leave I did.

You know, I don't miss it at all. I have other places to get the ham info, and while I do miss the WW II stuff (it was mostly pictures), I don't miss the constant bickering that went with the content. I guess that silence is really golden, at least to a great extent.

I'm not alone. More and more people are retreating from or deleting Facebook from their lives, enough so that the hashtage #deletefacebook is trending in a minor way.

I wonder if we will ever learn the lesson of the Amish? They understand that technology is a double edged sword, and that it has to be rigorously controlled lest is take control of your life. I also recall a high school reading of Thoreau, "Our life is frittered away by detail... simplify, simplify." After a lifetime spent in and with high tech, I doubt I will ever be able to renounce it all, but I find myself more and more willing to give up parts of it nearly without argument. As a father who will very soon face an empty nest, the urge to clean house, to rid myself of possessions held tightly for years, many of them of decreasing utility to an aging man, is growing in strength.

I think this is simply the natural progression of someone who is unarguably in the autumn of their life. Luckily for me I've always loved autumn, with it's bright days, crisp temperatures, the changing colors of the trees, high school and college football and wood smoke in the air. There's still time for a little more fishing, some afternoons at the range and now, again, cycling. Camping takes on an extra level of pleasure as well.

But it's also time for putting the yard and garden to bed for winter, ensuring the house is ready for the cold rains and snow, that wood is split and the chimney is swept. For us humans who have to face our age, it's a time to do those same things in our lives. We update family trusts and wills, check over powers of attorney, ensure that the "Do Not Resuscitate" order is is findable and unfortunately start attending the funerals of friends who are departing early.

Still, if the actuarial tables can be trusted, most of us have many years left in which we can find things of interest and joy. Like others, I'm just going to look for them in places other than Facebook.

I see this as a Good Thing.

2 comments:

Zendo Deb said...

There are some great places for WWII info. Such as Warship Wednesday

The BBC - as much as I hate their news coverage - has some great documentaries.

The Freeholder said...

Thanks. I'll take a look at it.