About Face

What was I thinking? I had just finished writing a post about being a hermit and then plunged headlong into a fast and furious relationship with Facebook for a week. I found and added my best old high school buddy. I connected with new blogging friends. How fun it was to reach out and say hello. Or was it? Fun, I mean. No, not really. Not for an avowed hermit, recluse, misanthrope.

So, in a moment of irrational exuberance I deactivated my account. I was dismayed that I couldn't just completely delete myself. I can rejoin anytime and that crazy homepage with all those words, status updates, and soundless cacophony will still be there.

Roger joined Facebook. He's as active there as he is here. Does roger really exist? Can any of you say with any certainty that he does? Even those of you who swear you've met him, do you really know?

Why is there a photo of an American Coot up at the top of the post and an old coot at the bottom? Because those feet and that smile are the coolest.

Have a great weekend, friends.