Well, faithful readers, it’s official. I am swearing off Facebook.
I’ve put everyone on notice–at least anyone left who hasn’t blocked my hyperkinetic updates by now–that I am to be found on this blog. Degrees of real-life closeness shall merit various tiers of e-mail and postal address access.
1. I have wasted entirely too much time chit-chatting about, mostly, nothing.
2. I am getting a reputation as a full-bore Facebook crank.
3. I am about to begin studying for my doctoral exams.
5. Lots of really unflattering photos of myself.
6. Why put all that energy into writing blips and bleeps when I can write something more substantive here and maybe shape a book out of it later?
7. Creepy guys from high school. (Not you. If I friended you, I definitely don’t think you’re a creep.)
8. It’s rude to talk about parties in front of people who weren’t invited.
9. Students’ various states of undress.
10. Alienating friends, colleagues, and potential employers en masse by single-handedly posting more updates than the WIRES-CNN desk.
I am glad that I made some people laugh. I’m very glad to be in touch with so many old and new friends. But I’m so drained. So I’m taking down what I want to keep, and then leaving. For good. Seriously.
Here is where my website proper lives:
Here are some other places online where I occasionally spend limited, sane, even productive time:
When all is said and done, I want to write books, not status updates. Guess how that gets done.
So, dear old friends, please send me a regular analog Christmas card this year and I’ll do likewise. Write me a letter and include an actual printed photo. Call me up and make a coffee date IRL. I need the real thing and not some semblance thereof.