Lisa's Choice
When new to Facebook, I couldn’t understand why people thought others would give a damn about food items users desperately wanted to share. Still can’t. Perhaps they sought to advertise iPhone photos? Maybe they’d grown up hungry, and wanted to acknowledge Fortuna’s blessings?
In hindsight, photographs of café tables, baskets of bread, and food presentations taught me how to acronyms and emoticons. Were my reactions needed or welcome? No. Did digital responses promote self-expression? Absolutely not….
Yesterday, my pet goldfish died; I wrote “Final Swim,” an elegy, and posted its photo An hour later, I’d received thirty-nine comments—mostly LOL.
In hindsight, photographs of café tables, baskets of bread, and food presentations taught me how to acronyms and emoticons. Were my reactions needed or welcome? No. Did digital responses promote self-expression? Absolutely not….
Yesterday, my pet goldfish died; I wrote “Final Swim,” an elegy, and posted its photo An hour later, I’d received thirty-nine comments—mostly LOL.
