One of the great underestimations of the power of the Internet is its ability to bring people together. While the same thing was said of TV in its heyday, I can say from experience that, unlike TV which merely gave us all the chance to see the same things at the same time, the Internet’s interactive nature allows us not only to see, read and know things at the same time, but to talk with each other, write to each other, and share our experiences at an entirely new level.
Since I “discovered” Facebook, LinkedIn and other non-activist social networks, I’ve been surprised and pleased at how many old friends, business associates and others from my past I’ve reconnected with. In the case of my business trip to California and Michigan last week, I was able to meet with a number of old pals, including photographer Jeff Simmons (left) and editor Marcia Wolfe (center) whom I worked with at KUSA/Denver back in the 1980s. While I occasionally saw them a few times after that, I lost track of them and hundreds of others through my many moves and finally when I exited TV altogether.
Thanks to Facebook though, I looked up and found them and knowing they were both in San Diego, I drove down there after I finished my work in the LA area and enjoyed a few cold ones on the beach. I wish I was able to spend more time- to enjoy the fantastic weather as well. But now I feel like I can go back any time or, if they move, find them easily.
This ease of tracking down people also made a couple folks I talked with out there uneasy. In fact, they don’t participate in Facebook or other social networks for that very reason and because as one of them told me, “it gives me even more people to feel guilty about not getting back to.” I used to feel that way. But after my California experience, I’d have to say the pros of being on Facebook right now outweigh the cons. Unless- who knows- I lose touch with my bank account from zooming around trying to reconnect with folks.
I was absolutely blown away by the quality of Anderson Valley’s Boont Amber Ale of Boonville, California after my wife bought a 6-pack the other day. Then I looked at the bottle cap: “Solar-Powered Brewery.” It doesn’t get any better or more sustainable than that. Unless you’re straining hops and water through a sock.
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