Randi Zuckerberg, sister of Facebook founder Mark, says we should never post pictures of our friends on FB without asking their permission. “It’s a matter of human decency,” she said. Is she kidding? There is nothing about FB that has anything to do with humanity or decency. When we join FB, we are asked, (in pages and pages of confusing text) to sign away all our rights to the things we post. Most of us use the site to keep in touch with our friends, find out what mischief our kids are planning, or because it is a convenient way to communicate. Same with Twitter, although, to be honest, when my kids explain it to me it sounds good –aside from the hash tags. But when I try to use it, I get confused about what I am supposed to say about what I’m doing or why I should care.
Just because I post a picture of myself, doesn't mean you're allowed to SEE it!!Jeez...
Anyway, let’s get back to human decency. Don’t you wish you could ask the Zuckerbergs to define decency? Is it the ability to screw your friends, but in a way that makes you feel like it was not only right, it was essential. Mark could never have achieved the level of success he achieved without help from someone. Unfortunately, the definition of what was “needed” in order to move or to progress is to get rid of people who are no longer “useful.” It is not my idea of having a good time. When people take a chance either financially or time wise -- because they believe in you or something you are doing-- why would you want to screw them. Facebook does enable us to catch up, have fun, and to keep abreast, but it is only successful because people felt a need to connect. What a sad commentary when people who have no idea about decency, feel it necessary to lecture anyone about right or wrong.
But that’s not what I wanted to blob about. Funniest idea of almost all time comes from my beloved. Last night we went to see “The Miserables.” It’s a show everyone in our family loves. Before the movie begins, David says to me, “I should stand up and welcome the overflowing movie crowd to a special presentation of the “Sing-along Les Mis.” I laughed till I died, and they buried me and it tickled and I laughed till I died…..
Sorry, I digressed. Can you imagine how the customers, looking forward to being entertained by Russell Crowe (who can not sing at all), would have reacted? We might have to go back to the theater and actually try it.
For years, going to the movies on Thanksgiving or Christmas day was something we did. It started when, as a family activity, we all went bowling. But after a few rolls down the alley, my mother (who attended, but refused to participate) got bored. So we switched to a movie. We have seen “Guilt Trip,” which could have been my life, “Hyde Park,” which we thought was going to be about FDR, the war, and the King of England – but it was about a number of love affairs he had and how willing all the women were to compromise themselves for him. And “Les Mis,” which I prefer on a stage because I like the grandeur (the bigness) of the set and scenery, the way the show envelopes the audience, and I like to choose my own persepctive of the characters. Here, each scene was a close-up ending with a full view of the character and surrounding scenery. Just one opinion. But it is worth seeing because the focus of this production is the acting and the story, (the music is secondary – there is something to be said for dubbing), so for the “Les Mis” beginner, it’s easier to follow. (You can actually understand what the hell they are saying.)
Anyway, we are all happy to begin another year. We wish it wouldn’t come as quickly as it did, but as my Grandfather said – Life is like a train. When you are young it seems you are on the local. And when you get older, it becomes an express. Happy and a Healthy New Year to all our Blobby, We’re Just Sayin’ friends. We’re Just Sayin’…. Iris