When I was at Davos (OK, I’m place-dropping), I sat in on a brainstorming about how to keep the connections we make there alive the rest of the year. It’s hard. Davos is a safe world: Those who are invited there with you are there for a reason and so it’s much easier to strike up a conversation and exchange a business card than it is down off the mountain. It was hard to figure out how to extend that.
But lately it has occurred to me that Facebook gives us each our own Davos. We have control over or identities and communities. We befriend people we know. We use it to make new connections. It feels remarkably similar. Just without the snow. And Bono.
Facebook was down for a few hours this morning. I was getting the FB DTs.
On the wall at the Guardianista group on Facebook, of which I am a proud member, Stephen Brook reports this:
I quote from today’s Evening Standard media diary: “An explanation for the Guardian’s new obsession with Facebook: editor Alan Rusbridger has just joined the social networking site. Rusbridger has acquired 18 friends, most of whom are inevitably Guardianistas. Elsewhere on Facebook, Guardian hacks have formed their own online group, where they have been grumbling about the paepr’s redesigned website. Guardian online chief Emily Bell replied: ‘I would bet my boots the NYT won’t have a Facebook page with their own employees describing their output as shite.’ Indeed.”
To which the Guardian’s director of digital content, Emily Bell, adds:
Evening Standard Gets Media Diary Stories from Facebook Wall
says it all really
To feed my Facebook obsession: the unofficial Facebook blog. (via Martin Stabe)
Here’s son Jake’s latest Facebook app: Scratchpad.