If you look me up on Facebook, you won’t find my profile. I did have one until recently, but now it’s gone. Goner than something that’s very gone. Deleted, in fact, not just deactivated.
I really had fun on Facebook for a while, and saw a ton of value in it. It seemed like a very good vehicle for keeping up with what friends are doing, and an even better way to shamelessly promote yourself and what you’ve been up to. Want to show off your latest vacation? No problem, upload some photos. Want to feel incredibly popular? Invite all 400 of your facebook friends to a facebook event for your birthday.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t take advantage. I like taking photos when the creative urge overtakes me, and I use Flickr to put them somewhere public. Unfortunately, there’s almost zero overlap between my Flickr contact and my real-life friends, so the chance of any of my actual friends seeing my new photos on their own quickly approaches zero. I always felt like a bit of a tool emailing or IMing links to Flickr to my friends. Conveniently, my Facebook friends list is a superset of my real-life friends, and Facebook handled the notification of new photos FOR me, so I could self-pimp without feeling bad about it.
Of all the web 2.0 / social-network shenanigans and sites, Facebook seems to have the most penetration into every-day life in Toronto. If I lived in San Francisco everyone I know would have a twitter and a pownce account, but that’s not the case. Facebook rocked for me because literally EVERYONE I knew under the age of 30 had an account. It was as common-place as sliced bread. It was a given that if you met someone new at a party, you could friend them on Facebook and keep track of them. Mention any other web 2.0 sort of site around most of the people I know in Toronto, and you’d get a blank stare back.
So given all of the utility and ubiquitous-ness of Facebook, why did I delete my account?
The problem with Facebook is how closed it is, and how it totally and completly owns your social network. Information goes in, and it don’t ever come back out. Everyone has a Facebook account now, but how long will that last? What happens when your social circle moves on? It comes down to owning your identity, an idea championed by Joshua Porter and others at Own Your Identity. The data I put into Facebook is unarguably mine. It’s my contacts, my relationships, my notes, my photos, my writings, but as soon as I post it, I lose almost all control.
To me, the ideal solution is to host my content wherever I choose and to bring it together in a way I like on one site that represents me. This blog is hosted on wordpress.com, my photos are on Flickr, my professional persona lives on LinkedIn. In so far as there is a comprehensive online representation of Zvi Zemel, it exists among those and a few other sites. What’s missing is a good way to bring it together and show it off to my real-life friends.
I’ll write more on that topic later.