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	<title>The Sharp Knife of Forced Simplicity &#187; cell phones</title>
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		<title>The Book of a Google Faces</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 22:01:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ron Khare</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s been a long stretch of Truckin&#8217; with Ron posts, so I thought I&#8217;d ramble a bit on the uses and abuses of ye olde Facebook. Recently, a friend of mine (who is an excellent blogger) &#8220;quit&#8221; Facebook. I say &#8220;quit&#8221; because, as she pointed out, Facebook saves ALL of your information (contact and &#8220;about me&#8221;, pictures, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s been a long stretch of <a href="http://forcedsimplicity.com/category/truckin/">Truckin&#8217; with Ron</a> posts, so I thought I&#8217;d ramble a bit on the uses and abuses of ye olde Facebook.</p>
<p>Recently, a friend of mine (who is an <a href="http://sporksandorchids.wordpress.com/">excellent blogger</a>) &#8220;quit&#8221; Facebook. I say &#8220;quit&#8221; because, as she pointed out, Facebook saves ALL of your information (contact and &#8220;about me&#8221;, pictures, links, friends, groups, pages, and so on). The difference between an active account and a deactivated account is simply how long it takes to log back in. There really is no quitting Facebook &#8211; even if you took the time to manually delete everything, your <em>account</em> would still be available to FB&#8217;s database mining, and if you did decide to rejoin you&#8217;d just have more work to do.</p>
<p>I know, because I&#8217;ve tried it. I&#8217;ve done both the &#8220;simple deactivation&#8221; type of quitting, and the hardcore &#8220;delete everything&#8221; attack. MySpace had the decency to fully delete your account after a certain amount of time, but Facebook? Despite the two, maybe three times I&#8217;ve tried to leave&#8230; I&#8217;m still on my original account.</p>
<p>The role social networking has taken in our society has been commented upon by many a blogger, and honestly I don&#8217;t care that much. I remember the Time Before Cell Phones, when you had to call someone on a land-line and arrange social gatherings <em>before they happen</em>, having to go out of your way to contact people before you left the house. I remember when I found my cellphone had an email address, and I could email other phones right from my computer. And then&#8230; texting.<span id="more-514"></span></p>
<p>In the same way, I remember getting my first email address, and then my first web-based email address (still have it: rskrules@hotmail.com &#8230; back before Hotmail was bought by MSN). Then ICQ was all the rage, because you could type to another person In Real Time! Broadband hit around then, eliminating the ear-splitting scream of a dial-up and offering blistering-fast, always-on Internet. Then MySpace, a website offering the best of having your own website without having to learn HTML and signing up at GeoCities or Angelfire. I remember how Napster introduced me to worlds of music I had never heard before, and directly led me to spending hundreds, if not thousands of dollars on bands I never would have discovered without it.</p>
<p>This is good. I imagine this is what old men feel like, telling the kids what it was like back in my day. You little punks! 16-bit graphics are blasphemy!</p>
<p>What was I saying? Did I have a point? Oh yes&#8230;</p>
<p>I got this new smart phone recently &#8211; the <a href="http://www.htc.com/us/products/droid-eris-verizon">htc Driod Eris</a> &#8211; and it did something shocking. I booted it up for the first time (don&#8217;t get me starting on phone that have to &#8220;boot up&#8221;) and put in my email address to help integrate it into&#8230; I don&#8217;t know, the web? After setup was over, I went to enter in all the numbers I had written down on a Post-It from my old phone (see what an old man I am?) when I discovered that they were <em>already in there</em>. My brain stopped. How was that possible? Something wasn&#8217;t right&#8230; it took me a full day to realize that my phone&#8217;s &#8220;contacts&#8221; were actually <strong>my Google Mail Contacts</strong>. My email contact list. In my cell phone.</p>
<p>This&#8230;. <em>thing</em> instantly knew everyone I had ever emailed. But&#8230; no, this can&#8217;t be&#8230; <strong>It also recognized my Facebook friends and linked my gmail contacts to them.</strong></p>
<p>My jaw hit the floor. This was no cellular phone, this was a device to divine internet contacts, where ever they be, and bring them to me at post-computer locations.</p>
<p>Before I had this phone, I used to think of three groups of people: people on my phone, my email lists, and social network lists (FB, MySpace, Twitter, etc). I could quit any one of these groups at any time, depending on my mood or situation, and the others would be untouched.</p>
<p>Now I think of all of them as one singular group: My Contacts. It doesn&#8217;t matter which contact in on which website or service anymore, just so long as we&#8217;re connected.</p>
<p>My personal feelings about Google or Facebook are now irrelevant. I have a Google-based phone, in which it is easier to add a new contact FOR MY PHONE via my COMPUTER&#8217;S WEB BROWSER&#8230; which happens to be Google Chrome. The people on my Facebook friends list are not just there so I can have friends &#8211; their updates and information (email, phone number, pictures, etc) are all vital parts of my contact web. I could no more quit Facebook than I could delete all the numbers off my phone. And I, in no way, actually hold or store my friend&#8217;s information &#8211; Google does that for me.</p>
<p>I&#8217;d be concerned if I wasn&#8217;t so apathetic to the whole thing. I know my information is being bought and sold. Soon all my personal information will be available to the highest bidders, and they can find out exactly where I am, who I&#8217;m with, what I&#8217;m doing and where I&#8217;m going. If they wanted, they could delete me outright and I would be powerless to stop them. In an instant my phone could be bricked, my Google account erased and my Facebook account suspended. Then what would I do? Where would I go?</p>
<p>Outside, probably. *shudder*</p>
<p><strong>EDIT:</strong> Instantly after posting this, College Humor summed it up better: <a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/article:1806517">http://www.collegehumor.com/article:1806517</a></p>
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