In which I bitch about Facebook’s changes (you knew this would happen sooner or later)

Facebook recently changed everything again, without asking its users (again) or seemingly thinking about how to make things better (again).

I’m reminded of the de-motivational poster that shows a comic of two pigs, talking about how their home is free and all the food is even paid for! The caption reads “Facebook: you’re not the consumer, you’re the product.”

One of the most disturbing changes is to how pages operate: starting the end of the month, you will not longer be able to send out mass messages to your followers via the PM system. You must interact with them via news feed.

Fantastic. How many people have “Liked” a page, only to turn off appearance in the news feed? That’s a good show of hands there, and I’m raising mine along with you. I like the news feed to have my friends‘ updates. If something is important, I assume the page I like will send me a message.

I can’t help but think this particular change is a way to stop organization and forming of revolutions via the social medium of Facebook. Can’t have the proletariat rioting, can we? Why aren’t they happy with being poor and hungry, marginalized and set aside, murdered and nothing done to bring the perpetrators to justice?*

So now, with Facebook’s changes, I am no longer able to alert fans of my author page to special things like book launch dates, book tour dates, giveaways, and other fun stuff that should be exclusive to following my page. Now I must post it all on the page — where anyone can read it, and it sort of takes away from the whole “Follow to get exclusive updates” angle I’ve been working.

It also prevents me from sending instructions to members of Katje’s Army, placed strategically throughout the Americas, to let them know when to revolt.

Another change that I find incredibly sinister is the automatic subscription to your friends’ every movement. There’s a ticker in the right hand corner where you can see all their comments on everyone’s profiles. Including profiles that were previously hidden to you, because the owners of said profiles are on there to connect with family members, not the rest of the known world.

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30 in 30: Day 16 (democracy has miles to go before we can sleep)

Favourite Poem or Collection of Poetry

This is a difficult one. I don’t have many favourite poems as I have favourite poets, and when I look at their works there are a few poems that jump out at me.

So I have two.

The first is by Langston Hughes.


Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.

Is a strong seed
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.

The second is by Robert Frost.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

These two poets are not my only favourites — I’m also very fond of Emily Dickinson — but they are the ones whose poems came to mind for this post. They are definitely masters of the craft. These poems are so simple, and yet so poignant. They do not waste breath with unnecessary chatter.

The art of poetry lies within the ability to prune.

Within the ability to stop.