I have kind of a love/hate attitude toward Facebook. I suspect I am not alone in this.
Yeah, it keeps me kind of in touch with many people who — in the pre-Internet age of dinosaurs — I would have completely lost track of. But — let’s be honest — it’s pretty superficial.
Seriously — when was the last time you actually saw in person, talked on the phone, or engaged in one-to-one written correspondence with some of your FB friends?
I have to give it some credit, though, for its utility in light of today’s events in Paris.
At around 2:30 this afternoon, I learned of the terrorist attacks there.
In the normal course of events, such an event would not have any personal impact on me. However — at this time and in that place — that’s where my daughter is.
She is currently employed as an au pair for a family in a Parisian suburb. But this being a Friday evening, she was in Paris hanging out with friends.
I immediately emailed her. Being the “old person” that I am, it didn’t even occur to me to check FB.
The next hour or so was filled with a flurry of digital communications — text messages, cell phone calls, emails.
During a phone call from my brother-in-law, he told me that my daughter had posted on FB that she was OK. She had been out with friends when it happened, and was now holed up in a friend’s apartment, waiting it out.
It was kind of ironic, too, because earlier in the day, I had been having a conversation with one of the owners of the company where I work. He’s about 15 or 20 years older than me, and he was telling me how he doesn’t text, isn’t on FB or Linked In, just doesn’t do any of that stuff.
I can understand how intrusive all this digital connectivity can be.
But damn. Sometimes it is awesome.