I'm talking about this today because of an event that happened last week in the town where my bookshop is located. An event that acted as a mallet striking a gong except that the gong was my brain; it opened my eyes to the radical makeover Social Media has undergone since I was a kid in school passing and retrieving square and triangular shaped paper notes to and from friends. I'll come back to this eye and mind opening event in a little bit.
Next to feeling dumber than a bread crumb while fumbling my way through the electronic "mind" of my first “Smart Phone”, (my intelligence is taking a hit with my second one too), nothing has made me feel more inept and out of my element than when I set up my first Social Media account in the early 2000s.
Pretty much how I felt while trying to conquer the building of a Social Media site. Over the years that feeling has altered very little; the house is still uninhabitable but has been downsized a bit and the surrounding water isn't as vast, but that's about all that has changed.
"There must have been an emergency in the family," I replied. "They couldn't get down here to put up a sign."
I was wrong. The business had closed, something I would have known if I had bothered to log into Facebook. Yes. Facebook. The closure of a business was posted on FB, which I suppose is really quite practical since there are something like 600 zillion FB users in the world. Excellent way to spread the word about a business. But still, I was disappointed and have to admit a little sad that the change was announced this way. Nothing personal about it, just a practical, efficient and speedy message that read Permanently Closed.
The cafe will be sorely missed. The owners will be sorely missed. Really good, kind people.
Since hearing the news about the restaurant closing I've had a song steamrolling around in my brain. (As if having book characters traipsing around up there isn't enough, now they're having to sing and dance too!). The song, "The Times They Are A Changin' " is one I learned soon after my parents gave me my Decca guitar.
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Always will be, right? That doesn't mean I have to like all those changes or be skilled enough to use them. When I feel like I'm losing the fight to mastering them I'll take out my pen and clean sheet of paper and all will be well.
Do you have a favorite method to keep in touch with friends and what's happening in our world?