To all my relatives, former students, former colleagues, and others kind enough to express friendship for me, I apologize most humbly, but I do not do FaceBook. To be sure, I am on FaceBook. I was strong-armed into joining it by a wonderful former student who still cannot get over the fact that I do not text. Periodically, when FaceBook emails me to tell me that I have seventeen friend requests, five pokes, and I do not know what else, I navigate to the site and page down, accepting the friendship requests from people I know who would, I fear, be offended if I did not.
But I do not do FaceBook. I do not post breathless reports of my trip to the supermarket, nor do I share with the world my latest haircut. As readers of this blog are aware, I find it hard to so much as clear my throat in fewer than five hundred words. Call it, if you will, the failing of a culturally conservative anarchist, or simply the crustiness of a codger who tomorrow turns seventy-nine. If you email me, I will respond immediately. But I do not do FaceBook.
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And I gladly take the opportunity to wish a happy birthday, professor.
Happy birthday!
Thank you, thank you. Sigh, Seventy-nine. At least it is a prime number.
Happy Birthday Professor :-)
Something nice planned for the day?
If it makes you feel better, I'm 26, and deleted my facebook after utilizing it for a month. Once I found out people really were using to discuss trips to the grocery store, I had to delete my account.
Belated birthday wishes--hope it was wonderful! Here is my take on blogging vs. Facebook:
http://booksinnorthport.blogspot.com/2012/11/why-i-still-prefer-blogging-to-facebook.html
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