“Facebook me and maybe we can go out for a drink later.” It’s the line that sticks with me from David Fincher’s new film The Social Network. I’m a huge fan of his work including, Fight Club, The Game, Zodiac and others. Written by Aaron Sorkin of West Wing andA Few Good Men fame, The Social Network is a crisp, dialogue driven movie with an incredible soundtrack by Trent Reznor, formerly of Nine Inch Nails. So enough with my respect. I liked the movie.
So, there I was, sitting in a theatre just outside DC on my latest trip. On my own. Yep. By myself. Always kind of creepy. The irony of the situation seeped in around me. I was watching a movie about presumably the greatest relational connector and tool in the past 50 years and I’m going solo. Facebook was meant to connect people. Cross borders. Flatten the earth in a sense, and yet Sorkin reminded me it was founded on the principle of “hooking up”. Very nice.
Believe me, I’m a hopeful cynic. With more than 500 million users, Facebook must be doing something right, eh? So, I opened an account recently, after succumbing to my several invites, and haven’t been back to my home page since I logged in the first time around. I call it lost opportunity. Every minute I spend on the net is one minute less I get to spend with Elizabeth, Spencer, Victoria or some of my good friends. It’s a substitute and a good way to stay connected and all that. Believe me I get it. I understand the value of a good tool. I guess though I’m a little more into the idea of actual physical contact. Call me an old fart if you like, but for the love of all things graceful and holy don’t “poke me”. Tell me face to face.
Yet I see the power of this social networking medium. In fact, though my personal profile is far from busy, the SoChange group page is hopping, and we’re planning on starting a SoChange profile proper. The book The Dragonfly Effect has proven for me it’s value in spreading our message and generating interest in the work of our partners. But on a personal level, I feel it just takes too much time.
Then again, if I’d Facebooked a few friends, maybe I wouldn’t have found myself sans popcorn and all alone at the Regal on a chilly Sunday night in DC.