{"id":131,"date":"2008-08-06T00:01:51","date_gmt":"2008-08-06T07:01:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/?p=131"},"modified":"2008-08-04T18:55:25","modified_gmt":"2008-08-05T01:55:25","slug":"social-networking","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/?p=131","title":{"rendered":"Social Networking"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve tried to resist for a long, long time. But I&#8217;ve failed.<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nA few years back, my son&#8217;s girlfriend alerted me to a MySpace post made by the lad. She as freaked out and told me to read it. I discovered that I couldn&#8217;t read the post unless I signed up for MySpace.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s something about the social networking websites that never appealed to me. I have my own web sites, so I didn&#8217;t see the need to pay homage to some dot-com startup that would allow me to express my individuality by heavily borrowing copyrighted material from others and claiming it as my own. In other words, I found the sites <em>icky<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Long story short: I signed up for MySpace, read my son&#8217;s &#8220;alarming&#8221; post, and had a good laugh. Oh, how teenagers exaggerate. (His mother felt differently, of course.)<\/p>\n<p>Recently, a friend from high school contacted me about our upcoming <code>0x1E<\/code> High School reunion. She urged me to get on Facebook to maintain contact.<\/p>\n<p>Again, I expressed reluctance. But then, something changed inside me and I suddenly \u2014 for the first time \u2014 found that I actually enjoyed Facebook. Don&#8217;t Tell Anyone!<\/p>\n<p>Unlike MySpace, Facebook lacks the pretentiousness of the weird backgrounds and annoying music that clutters most MySpace pages like dross in the bed of a rusted pickup truck. Facebook is quick to update and maintain. It&#8217;s adult, and not in the <em>feelthy pictures<\/em> sense. I find myself visiting there often.<\/p>\n<p>Sadly, you cannot see my Facebook page unless you, too, join Facebook. But if you&#8217;re already a member, check out my page; just search for <em>Dan Gookin<\/em> and you&#8217;ll get there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve tried to resist for a long, long time. But I&#8217;ve failed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-131","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=131"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=131"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=131"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wambooli.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=131"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}