... and so thankful of this particular internet madness (necessarily in order).
PROLOGUE: FIRST, I am a writer: which means, I face my laptop like a driver takes care of the steering wheel, a doctor the stethoscope, the baker the rolling pin, the painter the easel and palette. SECOND, I am a voracious multitasking writer: not the kind of super-focused thinker who easily gets annoyed with “noise” or barking dogs outside the front window; when I write, I sometimes cook, paint, read, watch TV, listen to a concept CD—hence, when I am writing on my laptop, I usually open 5 windows (google search, gmail, yahoo, Facebook, and MS Word) and attend to all of these sites almost back-and-forth. THIRD, I haven’t experienced addiction to any stuff or thing, mental/chemical state or psychosexual kick (eg. I can drink White Russian or PBR any day of the week but I can chuck it for 12 months; I can smoke a cigarette stick but I don’t really smoke because I don’t crave for one; I am not into any particular food, I just eat whatever I cook or given me, as long as these are not poisonous). And FOURTH, I am already done with raising a family. I don’t have kids to fix a milk bottle, prepare book bags before the morning bus pulls up, hang out at the park for quality time. Twitter or Tweeter, whatever—doesn’t interest me because I don’t tweet every 15 minutes, or when I call people’s attention, I say a lot (like a writer does). I can do that via Facebook. Blahblahblah. Okay, here are my seven reasons why I do Facebook… necessarily in order.
 FUN, it is fun. I don’t take it too seriously as in—solely use this “social networking”—not as a device to preach a new religion or advocate a political ideology. For me, it’s like hangin’ out in the town plaza with all kinds of diverse madness, sociocultural banter, arts/music/poetry skirmish, and occasional chill out time with family, friends and relations. Nothing heavy.
 Instant, auto link with FAMILY and longtime friends. My immediate family lives thousands of miles, oceans and continents away… Constant sustained communication is expensive. Before, I spent huge money calling them long-distance (or through prepaid callcards), and yet we don’t get to share pertinent infos or detailed facets of our everyday life. Emails don’t do as much either… With Facebook, I am able to regularly update them about my daily life: the food that I eat, what’d I look like these days, who I am hangin’ out with, what’s my new poetry and gigs, where I live and what’d my room look like, where did I go last night. I am able to share these without giving away too much of my privacy or mystery: I don’t announce intimately private details here, ie I don’t post myself makin’ out with Winona Ryder in here, did I? But it’s fun to know that my childhood bestfriend (that I haven’t seen in maybe three decades) knows that I still listen to the Bee Gees and cooks my own food and laundry my clothes or actually mows the lawn.
 An inexpensive and AFFORDABLE "addiction.” As I mentioned above, I am not addicted to anything; it’s hard for me to be addicted with the internet since I work in/on it. It’s like working as a wine tester and tryin’ not to get hooked to it? Abstract, right? Anyways, Facebook is not sugar, alcohol, weed, Vicodin, amphetamine, cigarettes, sex, Krispy Kreme, or gambling. So, chill!
 Easy, UNSELFISH dissemination or sharing of infos and stuff and things to the world. You don’t need to go through websites and stuff and scheme through 500 words at a time, you know what I mean? I get to send news clips, video streams, links and URLs, and research materials to former students, nieces/nephews, buddies from other countries, and still able to randomly share these to others.
 Easy to connect with PEOPLE around the world. I get to see what’s new in Istanbul or Luxembourg or Hongkong or Nigeria, on a sincerely personal first-person way. I also get to know new recipes, new poetry styles, new outlook on pop culture, new passions…
 Unsolicited annoying advice and intruders are easily SNUFFED OUT, one click. Since I don’t use my page to engage people in an elongated, prolonged debate about issues of the day, I get to cut people out who seem to irk me or vice versa. In the real world, when an uninvited human being approaches you in a coffeeshop as you cram to finish a deadline or catch a poetic thought, it’s rude to snap out: “Hey, leave me alone, please!” In Facebook, you just click them out. They won’t even know it… unless she’s your girlfriend, of course.
 Instant PROMOTION and publicity. I get to share my new poetry or whatever I am producing or hosting or cooking or thinking. Imagine, a 17 year old girl in Romania and a 72 year old woman in South Korea read my love poems? How cool is that? And I don’t even know them…