confession
so yesterday while i was gallery sitting... in between meeting buyers, artists dropping off portfolios, and meeting with a writer, i, ahem, created a fake profile on friendster. just to poke around and see this thing i once had an account with.
there was always something really dirty about friendster, even from day one. the look and feel of the thing seemed ripe for picking people up for annonymous sex or at least for hooking up with exes. and it was addictive. i hated it and the way it made me feel. about 2 years ago, i totally snapped and wiped myself clean off of the thing and never looked back.
a few months later, andrea invited me to myspace. whatever, i have an account. it's good for promoting shows etc and seems a little more legit, at least in my circles, in promoting art/music events and communicating information.
back to my fake profile on friendster: i logged in and began searching random folks. i found a few folks i used to know. a few folks i used to date (thank gawd i didn't marry one of them!), and clicked around in the circles i was once in. seriously, it's like a bomb went off and the whole place is deserted. only shadows of former selves are left. no one logs in anymore (it tells you the last time someone was on). i mean, a few folks do here and there. but it's scattered and few and far between. the whole experience equated to online urban exploration: searching an abandoned warehouse, where remnants of some bizarre party remained.
anyhoo, i was just wondering, you know, what happens to something like this when NO ONE uses it anymore. pictures of people that simply age by the day, with no one looking at them. interests change, music tastes change. the number of children change. marital status changes. does one log in occasionally to update this sort of thing? just in case someone might be looking? weird.
