Posted on March 18, 2012 by Cheri Lucas Rowlands
Alone, I sobbed. Yet I sobbed with Facebook open—his life revealed and exposed in bits on my screen, his friends spilling tears on his profile. I sobbed at home, by myself, but also with everyone else.
Posted on December 28, 2011 by Cheri Lucas Rowlands
But I’m not interested here in distinguishing what was what in my own timeline. Instead, I’m fascinated by how Facebook Timeline encourages us to map it out for all to see: A visualization of the haphazardness of the cosmos. A digital record of life choices we’ve made.
Posted on December 19, 2011 by Cheri Lucas Rowlands
But my curation of my own history—the deleting of previous status updates, the “featuring” of particular posts—is strange. More so than before, I am able to highlight what is important in my life—or what I want others to view as important—and fill in missing details from today to when I was born.
Posted on December 12, 2011 by Cheri Lucas Rowlands
It’s strange and fascinating, this Facebook. It’s as if we must be artful and precise in our use—when life can be hard to document.
Posted on March 10, 2011 by Cheri Lucas Rowlands
It comes down to compartmentalization. I find myself filing my friendships and relationships, online and off, into tidy drawers. Yet as I do this, gingerly and methodically, “friendship” becomes more elusive as “real” and “virtual” continues to collide.