What does it take to win Facebook? I'm pretty sure there's a sweet spot of likes, photos of beautiful children, fabulous vacation pics, shared Times articles, evidence of a warm and close peer group, and lengthy strings of comments laced with inside jokes that, by some unwritten calculus, confers gold status. My Facebook usage, characterized by long absences broken by occasional pictures of dogs, doesn't cut it.
I'm not even sure I enjoy my interaction with Facebook. It appeals to a more compulsive side of my brain, the part that makes me question whether I turned off the waffle iron, or keeps me up at night wondering what would happen if I made a medical error and harmed a patient.
People say that our inventions are just tools, free of inherent good or evil, and invested with meaning only through the hands of those who wield them. But are some tools flawed by design, created with the engineering equivalent of Original Sin? Does the underlying structure of a tool change us through our interactions with it?
Speaking of people fumbling to use powerful tools with minimal instruction, The Greatest American Hero must be due for a reboot. I'm sure someone's just dying to sell it as a parable of faltering American military power, or the precarious nature of fame in the age of social media.