The Asocial Unetwork
[Update: I do have a facebook account now, but that is only to advertise blog posts and such to the world. I rarely look at what others post there. Like me and be my friend knowing that I probably am not reading your stuff.] I have just been regaled by the utterly thoughtless postings of several of my talkative extended family members on a "service" called "facebook". My oldest daughter is an on-and-off member of this chronic exhibitionist collective, which is how I know anything about such things at all. At the ripe age of 44, I am one of those "old farts" that avoids "texting", much less its more evolved cousins like twitter and a procession of social yammering spots. I just never got interested. The larger problem is that I decided long before this technology existed that it was far smarter and safer to keep your thoughts to yourself. I can't say that I do a marvelous job of this, but I seemingly do far, far better than the typic...