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I’ll show you what shoes to wear…. September 1, 2007

Posted by adrenjarvi in Birthday.
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Pop-u-lar, apparently.

Yesterday (31st) was my nineteenth birthday, and it is a resounding boost to the ole’ egosphere when you wake up to an obscene amount of “XXXXX has written on your wall!” posts. It is very interesting to see who said something and who didn’t- that wasn’t a jab, but I was really suprised, people I haven’t seen since high school turning up… it’s a fun rush, and really speaks to the power of facebook. Not as any sort of productivity tool, but… a living classmates.com that encapsulates your entire life. In any case; birfday.

Rather than doing A Blanket “Danke!” I have decided to respond to every single one in turn. I even might ‘mention’ everyone in this note, which is a facebook feature which I am unsure if I can sneak in here, considering this post is coming from blogger. Who cares. This should be fun! possibly awkward!

Jess: Starting with the ‘Almost’ Birthday, I’d almost dignify this with an entry. So, Thank.
Colin: Nucleic Acids. Wonderful. In the posts to come, I wonder how many will require further explanation.
Christina: For example; this post will require explanation.
Brittany: I was geeking it up very much, but I didn’t nearly part it up as hard as I could have.
Vita: Craptank? Sigh.
Amanda: Whoa! NHS much! hmm.
Taina: Kiddo? Is she for serious?
Andi: Gah! Lookat that! More NHS, although this is fairly closer to home.
Becca: NHS: Black edition.
Christina: LASO time! This marks one of what I am sure will be many.
Ana: Coming out of Doc Jones’ Class! And my Wishes are always the best.
Shawna:Here is an interesting predicament. I do not care about josh; but his relatives and friends actually catch my emotion on the rebound and I get back to them. Danke!
Sarah: Awwwwww. Adorable.
Armand: yes, I am a MAN.
Josh:
Sandra: You shall purchase me a shirt. This shall be my present.
Sabrina: I am the Geek.
Beth: Le Sigh.
Krista: Lookat you! Can’t wait to see ” You and the gang” again.
Kelsey: Who will fix your Computers now?
Stephen: Know the fear. And Enlgish.
David: This is a special one. As far as B-day wishes go, this is like a guest star. Mr. Willis operates an awesome webcomic called Shortpacked! about Toys and other tomfoolery relating to nerdocity. He has a general interest in many different awesome things, and has possibly single handedly gotten me into collecting toys (Hooray! A new Vice!). David, make this the bestest birthday ever and Cameo me in the comic. Also, I know that this makes me your average sonofabitch fan. But, Ce la Vie. ….

….Even Jhiaxus?

Nikki: This post exudes authenticity.
Katrina: I… I just… damnit.
Jeff: I was going to wish you a happy birthday as well… but I am afraid we’d cancel each other out or something.
Sarah: Yes, yes it is. Calm down. Take your Pills.
Scott: Crossing the multiverse in several different ways, apparently. Nice to see you, Z.
Rage: Seriously, I gave you that nickname outta nowhere.
III: Danke, you little nut you!
Jess: for serious, I think you where more hardcore about my B-day than I Was.
Rob: Masshole! Love ya!
April: This means alot. Although it is a Chuck e. Cheese reference. Love/hate?
Matt: No, Matt. Happy birthday to you.

To. You.

See you soon.
Mike: Dank Yu.
Albert: Okay. Pirate hooker can actually mean two different things.
Dan: Yo! NHS reunion, I am telling you.
Joanna: Hey! what up kid! We should go see Zac’s show.
Lillian: Can we cause some more controversy so I have more ways to speak eloquently this semester?
Matt: YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER. Who cares, I just really want a chance to say that.Jessica: Did you guys plan the reunion without me? Serious. I will be super pissed if I missed it.
Eric: This might be my favorite.
Jordyn: And a full song! I am touched.
Julie: I know I missed the reunion. I know it.
Mick: It certainly won’t be ‘Donald Mickey Jarvis’ :D
Steph: Yo kid! Danke shea!
Ali: We’ll be chilling more this year I can tell. Illicit lovers and what have you.

*woosh*

And finally, to Jerry and joel: who left odd and obscene messages on my phone, and in person. Scary people, us Latino’s.

Thank you, everyone.

Gonna be a crazy year.

-F9


Overt Sadness in Web2.0, or: breaking up is hard to do July 28, 2007

Posted by adrenjarvi in Love, Social Networks.
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Shit happens.

We all know that.

People grow, that happens too.

But I, ladies and gentlemen, am sentemental to a fault.

On the day that I became single (what some would call “freedom”, though that term I have problems with) after a very long, very powerful four-year relationship, I can’t remember much. I can remember hanging up a phone, and suddenly feeling my very wet face. I can recall going into a room full of guys and playing guitar hero II on the Xbox, facing the screen as they didn’t notice tears running down my face ( I was playing Woman by Wolfmother; Irony sandwich). But one thing I recall most of all is the ever-so-important changing of the guards- the omnipotent and quintessential moment, the marker in which both myself and the world acknowledge that it has been changed:

I changed my status on facebook from “In a relationship” to “Single.”

This demon, This social network, this thing; I have learned to hate.

At a moments notice, I can see a picture of her. I can see a picture of us. I can see a happy moment, a smile, some part of myself I offered her, as a child offers a pasta-picture to his parents on mothers/fathers day. I can see conversations; innocent, free, not different than the conversations that I have with others, but I can see them. I can see a technical question she poses to a forum; I yearn to answer it, but I can’t. I want to. I won’t. *

I come across pictures of us, whose tag of hers is oddly missing… I can imagine a teary evening of erasing the past on the other side of a machine I built her, an event whose very thought hopes to destroy everything I am.

Despite my outward appearence, I believe it to be quite obvious; I am not over anything. But what is more important is what mental stamp facebook has provided my generation. Book is a wonderful surname for it; it’s like a giant living picture book, an organic memoir. In it, I can look back at years of Happyness, heartache, love and loss. I can see my friends live and die by this acute application, I can see the tempo of my people inherit the script. What hurts more is when that history, that heartbeat, is seemingly swept away. This happens in reality anyway, but one very rarely carves it on a stone and yells it from a mountain.

What is worse: Looking upon the past, dying inside, thinking to yourself, “remember how great that was?”

Or: Seeing the photo’s with two faces but one tag, thinking, “I guess not.” Facebook provides spaces for memories and what should be memories, in a display of technical power and raw emotion.

Despite the pain that facebook can bring in the wee hours of the morning before you have to go to a 7:30 AM meeting, nothing compares to reality. So, I suppose I still have that going for me, as does my generation.**

-F9

*This sounds alot like stalking, but if you have seen facebook, it really isn’t; all relevant information is pretty much thrown in your face, and everything I have said here is basically mandatory reading once you sign in; you can’t not read it, the way it is set up.

** This is not supposed to be emo; it is supposed to be poignant. I won’t do many of these, But I figured if there was one way to look at social networking, it could be like this. This is more about facebook than it is my personal relations.