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		<title>Comment on Facing Myself on Facebook &#8211; Part I: The Present by David Norman</title>
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		<dc:creator>David Norman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 16:23:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was thinking some more about your &quot;dark ages &quot; comment this morning. When you think about it, &quot;modern man&quot; (for sake of argument, defining modern man as the last 250 - 300 years) has gone through 4 stages. 

In the first stage he moved very rarely, and when he did so he moved with his entire family/clan. People who were left behind were, quite literally, left behind. In this phase a great deal of letter writing centered around family, business trips that seperated one from a spouse for long periods of time, or people whom you had developed a deep connection with whosde company you could no longer enjoy.

In the second phase, starting in the late 19th century and escalating through WW II, families started to relocate in pieces. Sometimes the husband would stay months or even years away from his family in order to be able to work, and send money back to the family along with letters. Also with the increase in war-related diasporas, writing became a way to try to find family members that you had become seperated from. It also became a way to expand a world that found itself starting to think internationally, via such things as &quot;pen pals&quot;.

The third phase I would define as Post WW II until around the mid 80s. Two things happened in this period. One is that non-party-line telephone service became accesible and affordable to almost everyone. The second was as America grew into a corporate structure and racial tensions ebbed, white flight began and the suburbs grew. With this, of course, came the expansion of the middle class. This is our parents generation. They still wrote to friends who had gone seperate ways after college or to family who had married and moved elsewhere, but for the most part people still lived either in a city when they were young and moved to a nearby suburb as they got older, or grew up ina rural area and went looking for owrk in a city when they got older. These were relatively short distances and relatively infrequent moves so letter writing started to become a lost art.

We are now at the tail end of the 4th stage. In this stage the technology center grew and corporations started to move employees off the books, using more contractors and consultings. The result was a generation much more likely to switch jobs, and locations, frequentl;y. This is our generation.  Fortunately with thisd change also came the growth of email. Essentially still a letter, but one delivered with near-instant speed.  We were all seperated but could choose to contact each other as we wanted. However this was still a manual process. Technology had not caught up with the virtual existance where one defines &quot;home&quot; in terms of people and not places.

Facebook has changed that. We are now entering a new phase, a phase where we can move around constantly - even daily - and still be as aware of each other&#039;s presence as if we were in the next room. You change your status and poof - all your friends know.  You have something you want to tell everyone that is long form - write a note and tag people, or start a blog and post it to Facebook. Want to bring friends together in a common spac - start a group.  In short, we finally have a virtual space in which to live our virtual existence.  For all the talk of technology outpacing society, in many ways this is an example of technology catching up with society.

In short, these communities never went away - someone had just burnt down the rec center. Facebook is our new local rec center, where we can come together to play, introduce people to our neighbors, watch each other&#039;s children grow up, and commiserate when one of us looses someone close to us. It is a wonder.

Viva Facebook!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was thinking some more about your &#8220;dark ages &#8221; comment this morning. When you think about it, &#8220;modern man&#8221; (for sake of argument, defining modern man as the last 250 &#8211; 300 years) has gone through 4 stages. </p>
<p>In the first stage he moved very rarely, and when he did so he moved with his entire family/clan. People who were left behind were, quite literally, left behind. In this phase a great deal of letter writing centered around family, business trips that seperated one from a spouse for long periods of time, or people whom you had developed a deep connection with whosde company you could no longer enjoy.</p>
<p>In the second phase, starting in the late 19th century and escalating through WW II, families started to relocate in pieces. Sometimes the husband would stay months or even years away from his family in order to be able to work, and send money back to the family along with letters. Also with the increase in war-related diasporas, writing became a way to try to find family members that you had become seperated from. It also became a way to expand a world that found itself starting to think internationally, via such things as &#8220;pen pals&#8221;.</p>
<p>The third phase I would define as Post WW II until around the mid 80s. Two things happened in this period. One is that non-party-line telephone service became accesible and affordable to almost everyone. The second was as America grew into a corporate structure and racial tensions ebbed, white flight began and the suburbs grew. With this, of course, came the expansion of the middle class. This is our parents generation. They still wrote to friends who had gone seperate ways after college or to family who had married and moved elsewhere, but for the most part people still lived either in a city when they were young and moved to a nearby suburb as they got older, or grew up ina rural area and went looking for owrk in a city when they got older. These were relatively short distances and relatively infrequent moves so letter writing started to become a lost art.</p>
<p>We are now at the tail end of the 4th stage. In this stage the technology center grew and corporations started to move employees off the books, using more contractors and consultings. The result was a generation much more likely to switch jobs, and locations, frequentl;y. This is our generation.  Fortunately with thisd change also came the growth of email. Essentially still a letter, but one delivered with near-instant speed.  We were all seperated but could choose to contact each other as we wanted. However this was still a manual process. Technology had not caught up with the virtual existance where one defines &#8220;home&#8221; in terms of people and not places.</p>
<p>Facebook has changed that. We are now entering a new phase, a phase where we can move around constantly &#8211; even daily &#8211; and still be as aware of each other&#8217;s presence as if we were in the next room. You change your status and poof &#8211; all your friends know.  You have something you want to tell everyone that is long form &#8211; write a note and tag people, or start a blog and post it to Facebook. Want to bring friends together in a common spac &#8211; start a group.  In short, we finally have a virtual space in which to live our virtual existence.  For all the talk of technology outpacing society, in many ways this is an example of technology catching up with society.</p>
<p>In short, these communities never went away &#8211; someone had just burnt down the rec center. Facebook is our new local rec center, where we can come together to play, introduce people to our neighbors, watch each other&#8217;s children grow up, and commiserate when one of us looses someone close to us. It is a wonder.</p>
<p>Viva Facebook!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Facing Myself on Facebook &#8211; Part I: The Present by Doug Haxall</title>
		<link>http://thetruthmachine.net/2010/02/27/facebook1_present/#comment-146</link>
		<dc:creator>Doug Haxall</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 04:33:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dave, In the 80&#039;s and 90&#039;s, I always noticed how once you finished a project with someone, be it high school, college, a job, or even a band, you typically went your separate ways and rarely ever saw or heard from the friend again, no matter how much you wanted to; no matter how deep you thought the friendship was. There was this certainty about endings - we all would pretend we would stay in touch, and we never would.  I often wondered if the friendships were &quot;real&quot;, or just an accident of being in the same place at the same time.  

The internet changed all of that for me.  It started with email.  All of a sudden I began finding people I hadn&#039;t talked to you in years, and suddenly it was easier to do so.  Nobody really wrote personal letters and stuck them in a post office box in our era - that was a vestige of my grandparents&#039; era... we were too busy.  But email made it suddenly possible to reconnect.  Facebook took this to a HUGE new level.  It was a massive catalyst.  I have gotten in touch with hundreds of friends from every stage of my life - literally all the way back to Kindergarten! Talkin&#039; four decades my friends!! People I NEVER would have hoped to find, given that I live at least 3,000 miles away from most of them now.  

Anyway, my point in all of this is that I learned something - the friendships WERE real - they were not accidental. I have had so many friends from the past tell me how much they thought about me in the intervening period - should we call it the Dark Ages? - and truly, I had thought often of them as well.  And when we DID reconnect on Facebook, it was like we were friends all over again - like when you go to your high school reunion and see your best friend from 25 years ago and it feels like not a single day has passed.  I marvel at Facebook every single day.  

I joined it on a lark - I got a call back in &#039;07 while at MBA school from a guy interested in having me build him a facebook app and I was like, &quot;A what?&quot;  I didn&#039;t take the gig, but I soon was discovering a whole new world.  

Back in the &#039;90&#039;s, Luke used to say that the browser was the killer app - the single thing that revolutionized the world and brought the internet to the masses.  As true as that may be, the killer app of the 2000&#039;s is Facebook.  No doubt in my mind.  It has changed everything. Just look at the 170-some members of the dreamspeak page... I built that on a lark, too, just as an experiment...  now look!  Look at the pictures of Suzy&#039;s Sweet 16.  Read Billy&#039;s weekly letter.  Read the refrigerator quotes!  Read your tribute to David Nolan! Look at old pictures of Gregor! And then I get a chat request from Louise Forrest, or Dana Collins! Holy crap! We are all back together again!!  How would this have ever been possible any other way?  I marvel at it every day. I have deep respect for it - Viva Facebook!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dave, In the 80&#8217;s and 90&#8217;s, I always noticed how once you finished a project with someone, be it high school, college, a job, or even a band, you typically went your separate ways and rarely ever saw or heard from the friend again, no matter how much you wanted to; no matter how deep you thought the friendship was. There was this certainty about endings &#8211; we all would pretend we would stay in touch, and we never would.  I often wondered if the friendships were &#8220;real&#8221;, or just an accident of being in the same place at the same time.  </p>
<p>The internet changed all of that for me.  It started with email.  All of a sudden I began finding people I hadn&#8217;t talked to you in years, and suddenly it was easier to do so.  Nobody really wrote personal letters and stuck them in a post office box in our era &#8211; that was a vestige of my grandparents&#8217; era&#8230; we were too busy.  But email made it suddenly possible to reconnect.  Facebook took this to a HUGE new level.  It was a massive catalyst.  I have gotten in touch with hundreds of friends from every stage of my life &#8211; literally all the way back to Kindergarten! Talkin&#8217; four decades my friends!! People I NEVER would have hoped to find, given that I live at least 3,000 miles away from most of them now.  </p>
<p>Anyway, my point in all of this is that I learned something &#8211; the friendships WERE real &#8211; they were not accidental. I have had so many friends from the past tell me how much they thought about me in the intervening period &#8211; should we call it the Dark Ages? &#8211; and truly, I had thought often of them as well.  And when we DID reconnect on Facebook, it was like we were friends all over again &#8211; like when you go to your high school reunion and see your best friend from 25 years ago and it feels like not a single day has passed.  I marvel at Facebook every single day.  </p>
<p>I joined it on a lark &#8211; I got a call back in &#8216;07 while at MBA school from a guy interested in having me build him a facebook app and I was like, &#8220;A what?&#8221;  I didn&#8217;t take the gig, but I soon was discovering a whole new world.  </p>
<p>Back in the &#8217;90&#8217;s, Luke used to say that the browser was the killer app &#8211; the single thing that revolutionized the world and brought the internet to the masses.  As true as that may be, the killer app of the 2000&#8217;s is Facebook.  No doubt in my mind.  It has changed everything. Just look at the 170-some members of the dreamspeak page&#8230; I built that on a lark, too, just as an experiment&#8230;  now look!  Look at the pictures of Suzy&#8217;s Sweet 16.  Read Billy&#8217;s weekly letter.  Read the refrigerator quotes!  Read your tribute to David Nolan! Look at old pictures of Gregor! And then I get a chat request from Louise Forrest, or Dana Collins! Holy crap! We are all back together again!!  How would this have ever been possible any other way?  I marvel at it every day. I have deep respect for it &#8211; Viva Facebook!!!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Facing Myself on Facebook &#8211; Part I: The Present by David Norman</title>
		<link>http://thetruthmachine.net/2010/02/27/facebook1_present/#comment-145</link>
		<dc:creator>David Norman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 03:53:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you Michael. Connecting with you, your family and your dog alone were worth the admission price. Oh wait, it&#039;s free. ;-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you Michael. Connecting with you, your family and your dog alone were worth the admission price. Oh wait, it&#8217;s free. <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>Comment on Facing Myself on Facebook &#8211; Part I: The Present by Michael Weiss</title>
		<link>http://thetruthmachine.net/2010/02/27/facebook1_present/#comment-144</link>
		<dc:creator>Michael Weiss</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 00:49:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love Facebook...I think the nonsense is soothing, the political sparring is healthy (for the most part), the colliding of worlds is twilight zone-ish (Sandy Asirvatham and Dave Norman???), and most of all, the old friendships that have been given new life are a rebirth of sorts.

Your thoughts here are beautiful, Dave. Thanks.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love Facebook&#8230;I think the nonsense is soothing, the political sparring is healthy (for the most part), the colliding of worlds is twilight zone-ish (Sandy Asirvatham and Dave Norman???), and most of all, the old friendships that have been given new life are a rebirth of sorts.</p>
<p>Your thoughts here are beautiful, Dave. Thanks.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Facing Myself on Facebook &#8211; Part I: The Present by David Norman</title>
		<link>http://thetruthmachine.net/2010/02/27/facebook1_present/#comment-143</link>
		<dc:creator>David Norman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 23:20:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know that he did. Thank you for the kind words.</description>
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		<title>Comment on Facing Myself on Facebook &#8211; Part I: The Present by coolpolitealex</title>
		<link>http://thetruthmachine.net/2010/02/27/facebook1_present/#comment-142</link>
		<dc:creator>coolpolitealex</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 23:17:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>what are friends, my friend,making contact in any way in this crazy world with anyone is hard enough ,if you felt he was a friend,my friend,he was a friend and he would have seen you as such,especially after your thoughtful post.
My best, my friend.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>what are friends, my friend,making contact in any way in this crazy world with anyone is hard enough ,if you felt he was a friend,my friend,he was a friend and he would have seen you as such,especially after your thoughtful post.<br />
My best, my friend.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Facing Myself on Facebook &#8211; Part I: The Present by David Norman</title>
		<link>http://thetruthmachine.net/2010/02/27/facebook1_present/#comment-140</link>
		<dc:creator>David Norman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 20:58:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you Sandy for the kind thoughts. I am far from taking the plunge into being a professional writer - in fact I most likely will never take that plunge.  However, writing as a form of expression and release was very important to me when I was younger, and i am overjoyed to have rediscovered it.  You are correct - once you are a writer you are a writer for life. In the decades between my writing regularly I was always thinking about writing something - often even starting a piece in my head. I even co-wrote a screenplay with a friend of mine a few years back. Facebook reminded me of that joy and thanks to two friends, David Nolan and Mark Kemp, I have begun to rediscover my &quot;voice&quot;.

Thanks again for the encouragement.

- David</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you Sandy for the kind thoughts. I am far from taking the plunge into being a professional writer &#8211; in fact I most likely will never take that plunge.  However, writing as a form of expression and release was very important to me when I was younger, and i am overjoyed to have rediscovered it.  You are correct &#8211; once you are a writer you are a writer for life. In the decades between my writing regularly I was always thinking about writing something &#8211; often even starting a piece in my head. I even co-wrote a screenplay with a friend of mine a few years back. Facebook reminded me of that joy and thanks to two friends, David Nolan and Mark Kemp, I have begun to rediscover my &#8220;voice&#8221;.</p>
<p>Thanks again for the encouragement.</p>
<p>- David</p>
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		<title>Comment on Facing Myself on Facebook &#8211; Part I: The Present by Rain</title>
		<link>http://thetruthmachine.net/2010/02/27/facebook1_present/#comment-139</link>
		<dc:creator>Rain</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 20:25:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I found myself having the very same conversation with a friend last night. How FB both connects and separates. How we feel so entrenched in each other&#039;s lives, more so I believe, than we would ever get the chance to IRL. From the most mundane status updates to the heart-wrenching, FB allows us a peak into the lives of people we may just not have the time to stay fully connected to. I often see my adventures with FB less about &quot;reconnecting&quot; and more about meeting again, for the first time. It was like that with you, certainly. Our political back and forths, our dopey jokes and even dopier pictures, I mean, how else would I get to know and love you?
David and I had our on-line tension. Always quick with a retort, even faster with a link. We&#039;d butt heads and I&#039;d groan when I saw that he&#039;d responded to a thread. But then I&#039;d bump into him in the street, or at a show, and it was all smiles and hugs and howthehellareyas. 
Because in real life, where it matters, we were friends, and with genuine respect and admiration.
I&#039;m happy about my tubes and interwebs, I&#039;m thankful for the algorithm that brought you to me. I&#039;m thankful that I got to hang out with David on Tuesday and I&#039;m thankful to hear your voice.
Love is love, we&#039;re all a buncha hippies anyway, we know this to be true.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I found myself having the very same conversation with a friend last night. How FB both connects and separates. How we feel so entrenched in each other&#8217;s lives, more so I believe, than we would ever get the chance to IRL. From the most mundane status updates to the heart-wrenching, FB allows us a peak into the lives of people we may just not have the time to stay fully connected to. I often see my adventures with FB less about &#8220;reconnecting&#8221; and more about meeting again, for the first time. It was like that with you, certainly. Our political back and forths, our dopey jokes and even dopier pictures, I mean, how else would I get to know and love you?<br />
David and I had our on-line tension. Always quick with a retort, even faster with a link. We&#8217;d butt heads and I&#8217;d groan when I saw that he&#8217;d responded to a thread. But then I&#8217;d bump into him in the street, or at a show, and it was all smiles and hugs and howthehellareyas.<br />
Because in real life, where it matters, we were friends, and with genuine respect and admiration.<br />
I&#8217;m happy about my tubes and interwebs, I&#8217;m thankful for the algorithm that brought you to me. I&#8217;m thankful that I got to hang out with David on Tuesday and I&#8217;m thankful to hear your voice.<br />
Love is love, we&#8217;re all a buncha hippies anyway, we know this to be true.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Facing Myself on Facebook &#8211; Part I: The Present by Meg</title>
		<link>http://thetruthmachine.net/2010/02/27/facebook1_present/#comment-138</link>
		<dc:creator>Meg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 19:52:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>By the way, I think it&#039;s a great tribute to your friend that you started writing. I think you&#039;ve already answered your own question in that yes, it absolutely makes sense that his passing feels like such a tremendous loss to you--as it sounds like your friend gave you much in terms of friendship, support, and inspiration from your conversations/debate to be a writer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>By the way, I think it&#8217;s a great tribute to your friend that you started writing. I think you&#8217;ve already answered your own question in that yes, it absolutely makes sense that his passing feels like such a tremendous loss to you&#8211;as it sounds like your friend gave you much in terms of friendship, support, and inspiration from your conversations/debate to be a writer.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Facing Myself on Facebook &#8211; Part I: The Present by Allison Walling</title>
		<link>http://thetruthmachine.net/2010/02/27/facebook1_present/#comment-137</link>
		<dc:creator>Allison Walling</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 18:35:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This was a beautiful post. I&#039;m so sorry for the loss of your friend. Peace &lt;3</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This was a beautiful post. I&#8217;m so sorry for the loss of your friend. Peace &lt;3</p>
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