Archive for August, 2010

Who pokes and why?

I don’t get it. I had my first poke experience yesterday and am left baffled...

It was from a “non-friend” but someone whom I wouldn’t mind being a Friend. I didn’t know what else to do so I poked back. If it had been someone whom I did not want to be my Friend, I simply would have avoided it. The “poker” and myself did end up confirming our FB Friendship but I’m not so sure I like how the whole transaction was initiated…

What is the deal with virtual “poking”? What is Fbook etiquette with poking and other virtual acts of giving and receiving?

In real life, you wouldn’t go up and poke someone that you haven’t been in touch with for years, would you? I guess it might depend on the kind of relationship you once had. Now that I think about it, the above said “poker” was actually the type to “poke” in real life so I guess it wasn’t all that out of character. But, then again, that was high school. On the other hand, Facebook is a lot like high school….which was one of the reasons I avoided it for four years until I forced myself to embrace it as a space for learning and expanding my networked self. Until I am confronted with the decision of whether to attend a “real-life” high school reunion, I will allow myself to be “poked”…for the sake of an authentic Postself.

What’s on your mind?

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“Part of the disclosive dynamic of aesthetic experience is that in revealing the fore-understandings that have shaped one’s way of seeing and being, it also shows that we are the living embodiments of those structures and that what we explicitly are and might yet be as is inseparably bound up with what they might implicitly entail.”

~ Nicholas Davey, (1994). “Aesthetics as the Foundations of Human Experience”, from the Journal of Art and Design Education, Volume 13, Issue 1, pp. 73-81.

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I go there to take a break

I GO THERE TO TAKE A BREAK
I GO THERE TO AVOID DOING THINGS
I GO THERE TO FORGET, BUT END UP REMEMBERING
I GO THERE TO REMEMBER, BUT END UP FORGETTING
I GO THERE TO GET A LAUGH, BUT SOMETIMES I AM DISGUSTED
I GO THERE TO WATCH OTHER PEOPLE
I GO THERE TO BE WATCHED
I GO THERE TO BROWSE, BUT END UP BEING TOLD WHAT I “LIKE”
I GO THERE TO CONNECT
I GO THERE TO DISCONNECT
I GO THERE FOR DIALOGUE, BUT END UP TALKING TO MY SELF
I GO THERE TO ESCAPE, BUT END UP MAKING NEW FRIENDS
I GO THERE TO PROCRASTINATE
I GO THERE TO LEARN
I GO THERE TO LOSE MY SELF, BUT OFTEN FIND MY SELF
I GO THERE TO FIND MY SELF, BUT OFTEN LOSE MY SELF

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