Adieu as I expected a few posts ago, I finally turned off Facebook, even if the account permanently dismantle all its content is essentially impossible.
us free Free, yes, but free from what ...? sang a tank and a temps, although it is not an uncritical admirer of the rocker Zocca, the application keeps all its disturbing relevance.
For my part, a response - All'onnipervasiva limited intrusiveness of Musedilibri - have given me.
landed I was there at the request of one of my former student, an eccentric genius and his party, now a nuclear physicist and researcher in an international workshop in Uppsala at that.
Extraordinary Facebook: in a few weeks I was able to take virtual contacts (and help organize real nice dinners!) With people who saw and felt for years and flocking in droves to proffer their friend request!
With some are able to enter into a correspondence pleasant and exciting ... how to rewind a flash of magic and the thread of time and for them, admittedly, a bit 'I'm sorry for having said goodbye to Facebook, but it is a disappointment of short duration and intensity.
In fact, almost immediately I realized that the serqua of crap, idiocy and futility circulating at full speed on the popular social network were much more heavily and my tolerance threshold and the limited time available for Follow or counter them.
Moreover, given that many of the so-called "friends" virtual were my former students, I recognize that not excite me much to see in the majority (with some laudable exceptions) enthusiastically riding the rising tide, perfectly at ease - I understand - in the empty allure coprolalia kenolalica advancing and unstoppable. Moreover, it is right and perhaps necessary: \u200b\u200bit is their moment to experience what's in the world and to feel "free" to spend or waste time and energy as they see fit. Later he realizes that time is not coming back and you could use it better, but are essential to grow the mistakes and regrets and it seems there is no way to avoid them in advance.
To be sure, however, on Facebook lord it also distinguished gentlemen and ladies of my generation or round about those who enjoy a fast-paced world in that cauldron, like Easter happy to be able to regress to adolescence far, if not childhood.
And there are also some (pocucce. ..) people are aware that using social networks to promote and disseminate interesting cultural events, to enable major initiatives or interest groups worthy of consideration: the problem is that, for enjoy a few pearls, you must seek out-dig effort in a relentless flood of sewage.
will say: but you could freely refuse the friendship, invitations, reports that it considered lazy and stupid. I did, my dear, I did until I could: dozens and dozens of precious minutes (which ultimately result in hours) spent to scroll long lists of names, groups (the most absurd and unlikely) events, test (aberrant), requests for annexation to birthday calendar and other amenities to evaluate and check the spot or, if in doubt, kept in quarantine for a few more days, or weeks, or months, o. ..
For a cassava that, at least ten new ones sprouting. Unsustainable and exhausting.
And, on the other hand, when you see a name materialize on the screen that you revives a fragment of your life, for better or for worse, by the way, how do you say no? E 'in this subtle psychological coercion, which is based on the exponential success of these alluring creatures briareiche virtuareali of Web 2.0.
How do I get 100, 150, 500, 1000, 15,000 ... "Friends"?!
Tragicomica idiocy.
Friends and loved ones ot'illudi to love (and vice versa) are very few clear and prosaic flesh and bones, words and feelings. Why are human beings - sometimes it should be remembered - are limited, fragile and mortal, not all-powerful, always interconnected, global and virtual.
When you're sick, when you feel alone when you feel strangled in the noose ever tighter your incomputabile but unrepeatable human life, what you can really help: a report abstract and virtual, two words circumstances that materialize if one be screen or the hand of a friend, a love of a son or a brother who caresses yours?
There is little to do: I'm getting old and, Ironically, I am proud and I would not change myself and even younger with the youth of my Benamati students.
If you really feel so unbearable my lack socialvirtuale within the network, I do not think you'll find me a hard time in the prosaic reality: maybe we sit at a table in a bar, we look into my eyes and listen to our voices are intertwined ...
