I just discovered an exciting magic secret about Facebook that doesn't involve Farmville.
Doing research for an idea for a novel I have, I tracked down a few high school classmates. The class numbered over 150, and I connected with less than a dozen, but friending just exploded into a chatty little get-together that we could not have had by phone email, or in-person.
Ah, to meet with those you know and chat amiably, no matter how you're dressed. And, the best part is, you don't have to bring the 19th casserole on the picnic table. Nothing approaching the Royal Wedding Gift Failure: 1700 guests, 1700 toasters.
It's the kind of wide-open get-together not possible at a reunion or house party.
One thing that really illuminates the very best of Facebook, however, is a heartening check-in by one of the class wallflowers.
She's able to jump in, reply at will, share in a conversation among a small clot of people. She's awake, alive, and obviously smiling, as I never saw her in class.
No cliques, no factions, everyone has time to deliberate on their message and at least get that the best way they can, without a comedian's sense of high-gear brain processing.
Not a sitcom... just chat among friends who maybe never realized what kind of friends they could be.
--Dave
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