Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 9, 2024

Facebook's Incompetence Followed by my Ambivalence

 

I have always known that God has a sense of humor.  After all, why else would an English major and all-around arts guy become a Tax Auditor (for the second time)?  Life is a mystery.  The other one I have been pondering over the last few years is when I was going to throw in the towel on Facebook.  From articles such as "Facing the Truth About Facebook" to "Is Technology Making Us Rude" and "The Connection Illusion," I have been lamenting what social media has done both to our minds (deep thought lost) and our culture (neighbors forgotten in favor of "connections").  I have repeatedly asked myself when I was going to pull the plug.  Well, that answer may have just been made for me.

A few days ago, I decided to spend just a few dollars on Facebook to promote my new photography portfolio.  Strangely, Facebook sent me a warning about one of my related posts possibly containing copyrighted images.  Well, duh, they are copyrighted, and I hold the copyrights.  Early the following morning (I think on a Saturday), I received another message.  It looked similar to the first, and it said I needed to click through the message to confirm some things about my promoted post.  Of course, that's when all the trouble started.  Being barely awake, I clicked.  Here's how I have been describing it online the past few days.

When someone announces they’re being banned from Facebook, it’s hardly front-page news.  Yawn….  I’ve decided that it might be a good idea to share my particular (brief) situation, however, mainly because I’ve noticed that precisely the same thing seems to be happening to many other users.  (See Reddit in particular.)


I fell for a phishing scam a couple mornings ago.  Fortunately, the scammer’s technology didn’t work quite right, and I asked my son for help.  My son (just graduated with a BA in Mechanical Engineering) immediately realized it was a scam.  I tried changing the passwords at once, and it seemed that things were going to be okay.  A short time later, however, I received a message that identity verification was going to be required.  I decided to hit FB's link upon returning from a planned hike on the Oregon Coast.  On the drive back, however, I was notified from a FB friend that the account had been completely removed; I was banned.

The message I received the following day shed further light on it.  FB apparently linked my account with the scammer’s Instagram—the person who briefly hijacked my Facebook. So, not only am I dealing with changing my debit card and bank passwords (checking account was breached from FB via saved debit card info), changing cell phone number, reorganizing how I use e-mail with my bills, but I’m also attempting to un-ban myself from FB.  Rather…I am deciding if I want to remain with Facebook by choice; I am presently feeling a tad ambivalent about it.  I have even written articles in the past about leaving Facebook, but being sloppily linked with a crook by some algorithm is not my idea of an ideal departure from social media—particularly if I decide to run for state office again.  If I leave, I would prefer to leave on my own terms; thank you very much.

Tried filing a BBB complaint yesterday, but I'm not holding my breath.  Been doing releases of a sort to a couple consumer protection related media outlets in case they might be interested.  Hoping for a call back perhaps from one particular nationally syndicated radio show.  I’ve also tried jumping through FB's little hoops (such as appeal@fb.com and abuse@fb.com), but there's not even a rudimentary acknowledgment of e-mails.  (As a guy who used to be a real hearings representative, it's a little amusing.) Today, I attempted to write Nicholas Clegg, but not sure any of the e-mail permutations were successful in reaching their desired target.  

Bottom line…this is less about me, and more about the fact that this seems to be an increasingly regular way that FB conducts itself.  No one should be guilty until proven innocent—even in the deceptively antiseptic blue and white halls of Meta.  

For a little insight into the location of these Nigerian scammers, here is their physical trail.  Apparently this kind of tracking is a bridge too far for Facebook's tech folks; it's bewildering.  I mean...what do they do?





Saturday, November 3, 2018

A Facebook Departure

It's been an interesting week, but one thing that has struck me is the negative aspects of social media in personal relations.  So many of the people on Facebook are more along the lines of acquaintances rather than close friends.  Facebook, in particular, seems to have a way of bringing out the claws--even between relatively close friends.  (Reminds me of Lorde's song "The Love Club," which includes the line, "And the girls get their claws out...")  Reflecting on my own interactions, I'm definitely not blameless.  Of course, neither is the other person in this particular social media soap opera.

Facebook is a strange animal in that it can facilitate the dismantling of good relationships while fostering superficial ones in their place. It also offers a strange dynamic regarding personal boundaries.  For instance, I may steer clear of constantly checking Facebook in the evening while other people do precisely that.  I may assume people avoid sleeping with their phone when, in fact, it's never out of reach--emitting its treasured tones all night.  This connectedness--or, really a lack thereof--creates a strange dynamic between friends, for instance, who use Facebook in different ways.  It also encourages a certain disregarding of the pleasantries that seems to have a way of directly going to a topic; this may come across as pushy or intense.

Anyway, it's not the first time I've voiced concerns about Facebook, but I think this time I've decided what to do about it.  I think my plan will also facilitate my planned professional move towards public affairs for the state.  After all, I've noticed that those within public affairs have less of a personal profile readily available to the public; I think I'm starting to see why.  So, my plan is to leave Facebook behind for a while.  I may be back next year--in time to discuss daughter's wedding, for instance.  We will see.

In my absence, Kimberly Erickson will be the lead on our Facebook page for the books and art.  Our Christmas sale, started initially as a way of helping to offset the costs of oral surgery, will likely stay up at least through January.  In fact, I'm thinking the photographs will stay available into 2019.  If you want to check out my newest release, you'll find Darkness and Fractured Shadows online.  While reviews are important, I think it's also critical that I write what I enjoy writing.  The genres I seem to enjoy writing the most these days are mystery, fantasy, and science fiction.  New releases will be shared on the website and/or Facebook page.  Also, don't forget me over on Twitter.

Of course, you can always reach me via e-mail too!  

UPDATE:

I found a good way of cutting my Facebook time was removing it from my iPhone.  This allows me to stay in contact with people, yet it feels a bit less personal than having it on my phone.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Facing the Truth About Facebook

(This essay first appeared in Oregon Catholics, a private group from Facebook.)


It's not that I have anything against Facebook...  On second thought, maybe I do have a little something against it.  In many ways, I think it encourages some of the poorest dimensions of our culture: shallowness, pettiness, inauthenticity, and meaningless busyness--the antitheses of reflection and substantive work.  So much of Facebook to me really boils down to pettiness and silly acts of pointless reciprocation.  I'm friends with many who seem unaffected by its message, always upbeat and positive.  With me, though, it seems less than a positive influence, encouraging an unhealthy dynamic and distracting me from the important things, the eternal things.  For instance, why should we be encouraged to seek affirmations in the forms of “likes” or congratulatory observations?  If we are running the good race, what concern should we really have with what others think of us?  A young Catholic singer named Alanna Marie-Boudreau recently described social media with the following wise words. “We are fain not to admit that we've made God into a presence as vapid and illusory as the happy surge of emotion we feel when we see those little red notifications assuring us of our position in virtual society.”

 
If you examine social media as it may particularly relate to what the Catechism of the Catholic Church refers to as “the formation of conscience,” it raises several serious concerns.  What influence may social media platforms like Facebook have upon the young, for instance?  In books like What the Internet is Doing to Our Brains, The Shallows by Nicholas Carr, the reader discovers some astonishing and frightening realities and statistics associated with the time spent within virtual reality; our minds, our very levels of concentration, are changing for the worse.  These changes may prove to be permanent in both a personal and cultural sense.  While the formation of one’s conscience is (probably) altogether different than our dwindling attention spans, it’s hard to imagine that the cause of social media, our virtual lives, won’t have an effect upon the way people interact and view each other.  Most of us have likely found ourselves sharing a particular item in hopes that its sharing would be well-received, eliciting those exciting “little red notifications.”  If this becomes a Pavlovian feature in any larger sense, then our very moral identities are at risk. 

The following Catechism passage, for instance, reminds us that “the education of conscience is a lifelong task.”

1783 Conscience must be informed and moral judgment enlightened. A well-formed conscience is upright and truthful. It formulates its judgments according to reason, in conformity with the true good willed by the wisdom of the Creator. The education of conscience is indispensable for human beings who are subjected to negative influences and tempted by sin to prefer their own judgment and to reject authoritative teachings.

1784 The education of the conscience is a lifelong task. From the earliest years, it awakens the child to the knowledge and practice of the interior law recognized by conscience. Prudent education teaches virtue; it prevents or cures fear, selfishness and pride, resentment arising from guilt, and feelings of complacency, born of human weakness and faults. The education of the conscience guarantees freedom and engenders peace of heart.

It is instructive to briefly examine three particular dimensions of the social media phenomenon as it stands before the blazing light of Holy Scripture and tradition.  The first dimension is humility.  In Luke 14:10, Christ teaches us to seek the lowest place of honor at the table.  What kind of teaching could be more diametrically opposed to the “me first” mantra echoed across social media?  Look at what I have is at the root of its purpose: see me, and not see Him.

The second explored dimension of social media for readers’ consideration is the evidence of moral decay and sin: moral entropy, if you will.  Isaiah 5:20-21, for instance, puts the reality of good and evil in perfect clarity and perspective within our daily lives.



20 
Woe to those who call evil good
    and good evil,
who put darkness for light
    and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet
    and sweet for bitter.
21 
Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes
    and clever in their own sight.

In how many different ways do we see good called evil and evil called good within today’s culture?  From churches to the media, books could be written about these examples alone.  It’s one of the many reasons that led my own family away from the Episcopal tradition and into the Catholic Church.  Even across Catholic institutions of higher education, however, we see an Orwellian Newspeak taking root and beginning to flourish.  If you disagree with the administrative powers that be, you are likely to be isolated and ostracized—placing even your livelihood at risk.  A particular Catholic professor and friend just recently voiced serious concerns along these lines, and he’s by no means alone.  In this sense in particular, there are a multitude of ways that social media may both encourage and enable the muzzling and silencing of those critical, free-thinking voices.  After all, as C.S. Lewis wrote within his essay entitled “Equality” from Present Concerns, “when equality is treated not as medicine or a safety-gadget but as an ideal we begin to breed that stunted and envious sort of mind that hates all superiority.”

The third point to bear in mind is that we are not of this world (John 18:36).  We shouldn’t be endeavoring to be loved or admired, but to show the world what an authentic life lived for Christ looks like.  We’re all fallen creatures, requiring the redemptive sacrifice of Christ.  Yet, the social media mantra is that it’s all good; if it feels good, do it.  This suggests a person at ease with the world, rather than an individual moving on an entirely different course.  If our minds are set on the eternal, then we can’t be at peace with the world.   Christianity is not about bringing harmony between everyone, but about declaring the truth and salvation of Christ.  The tenth chapter of Matthew reminds us that the Gospel will pit father against son, family member against family member.  In a dizzying plethora of ways, Facebook reinforces the lie that belonging to the world is the most important thing, encouraging us to forget the price at which we were bought (1 Corinthians 6:20).

Facebook offers tremendously exciting ways to improve and facilitate communication, but it also comes with a unique set of potential dangers for the Christian.  While the mature follower of Christ may be able to successfully navigate this new moral territory, I am particularly concerned with the young users who rely daily upon social media platforms such as Facebook.  If the young person is not vigilant and informed, it may injure the education and formation of his conscience in profound ways.  If Facebook could be distilled to a moral code, the closest would seem to be moral relativism.  For this reason and others, I am seeking to disentangle my own personal life from social media one strand at a time, but this is easier said than done.  Rather than embrace the created, let’s endeavor to embrace the Creator with every word we say and…type. 




Links of interest:

Connection Illusion

Is Technology Making Us Rude

Living in the Present




Saturday, April 20, 2013

Karl Erickson is an Author? (Updated with "What I Learned from Samwise, My Interview with Sean Astin")

It's probably going to come as a shock to many of you, but, yes, I do actually write stuff!  You might know me as a number cruncher, but numbers are actually just the day job.  I know it's startling...but I'd like to introduce you to several of my favorite pieces.  The short story collection needs reviews on Amazon--if you are up to the task!  (By the way, my lovely wife, Kimberly, is wonderful illustrator.)















Tristan's Travels (Rafka Press)

(Opening excerpt)



It never occurred to anyone to take a closer look at the houseboat’s window planter.  The pine flower box was unremarkable enough at first glance.  Sheltered by overhanging flowers and a sick trillium plant, the cubbyhole beneath the flower box was hard to spot unless you looked closely.  This hidden nook had become Tristan’s home.  It was a perfect morning to be a seagull, but Tristan was still sound asleep.  He twitched a couple times as the night’s last dream overtook him.  He saw a man standing at the edge of a grassy meadow.  At his side, stood a large gray wolf.  Birds flew around and about him.  Rabbits, squirrels, and mice ventured out of the shadows of the trees to join the smiling man who was dressed in a simple robe with a cord around his waist and sandals on his feet...




























Toupee Mice  (Rafka Press)

(Opening excerpt)


The name is Ian Svenson, and I am a red-haired Irish mouse with a dash of Swedish charm and humor.  If there are two things you need to know about me, they are that I am a talking mouse, and that I love to sing.  In fact, many of the animals around my town of Mousehaven can talk, but they usually don’t like going to the trouble.  As for why I am a talking mouse, I credit my dear mother, because she read stories or sang mouse songs to me nearly every night.  Perhaps the singing is on account of my mother being a mouse who just loved to sing and dance at every opportunity; she was indeed a happy mouse.  Papa, on the other hand, was a seafaring field mouse from Sweden who could only sing sea shanties and wasn’t even very good at that.  But I digress from my short tale.  I was a happy church mouse here in Mousehaven until just a few months ago...





























Blinded by the Darkness, Three Short Fantasy Stories (Amazon)

(Opening excerpt)


Shadows deepened as the fluorescent lights began to flicker on around the university campus, and the warmer lights shown down from the dormitory windows above.  A soft November rain began to fall as students and visitors headed indoors.  A lone campus security guard walked briskly down the sidewalk, jingling keys and a heavy flashlight hanging from his belt and a radio gripped in his hand.  Suddenly, a young man raced by, nearly knocking the guard off his feet.  The runner barely paused, then bolted towards the eastern edge of the university campus.  Before the guard could make pursuit, he tripped over a hidden sprinkler head.  The young man was already fading into the dusk.  The radio lay shattered and quiet along the path...








What I Learned from Samwise, My Interview with Sean Astin (Amazon)

(Opening Excerpt)


1.  After reading There and Back Again, An Actor’s Tale, it seems to that you have a healthy caution or ambivalence towards success.  What does true success mean to you?

I love success absolutely, in all of its myriad definitions, applications and relative doses. I think the ambivalence you infer, comes from my antipathy for the anxiety laden stress that comes from depending on other people’s decisions. In large measure, it is that anxiety that pushes success further away. I also think that it is unhelpful for actors to organize their thoughts along ‘success’ paradigms... While being inspired by others and studying their careers is critical to success, there is a languid quality that runs throughout ‘the actor’ tradition, a pointless but familiar wallowing, that actors, heck everybody has to some greater or lesser extent... It’s natural but should be kept in it’s rightful place...

This will be available for free on Amazon between May 24 and the 27th!



A personal favorite of mine is this article which appeared some years ago in America Magazine.  I hope you enjoy reading "Mysterious Tools."




(Opening excerpt)


One night a few months ago, my 8-year-old son was very sick in bed. He lay there moaning and crying because of terrible pain in his ears. While my wife was on the phone attempting to get hold of a doctor, I did what I could to comfort him. We tried the usual things, but nothing worked. The choices seemed to be either to wait in an emergency room for hours late at night or try to wait it out at home. Neither option seemed like a good choice. We could not let him go on like that, so something told me to pray over him. I took the holy water we were given at a recent church event. It felt a little strange to me, as a new Catholic, but I proceeded to make the Sign of the Cross over my son with the holy water. Then I prayed for healing. I framed my prayer along the lines that we know that children hold a special place in God’s heart, and that it cannot be God’s will that my son would be in pain. Something seemed different about the prayer, but I could not immediately identify what it was. Since nothing dramatic took place after I finished the prayer, I returned to our room...



You can find me on Facebook (Author page), Facebook (Book Page), and even Twitter!

What's next on the literary horizon, you ask?  Well, my next book is The Blood Cries Out.  This mystery novel is aimed at an older audience, and I'm currently looking for a good literary agent for my entry into this new genre.  Stay tuned!



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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Why I Left Facebook

Well, I haven't completely removed myself from Facebook, but I, at least temporarily, deactivated my primary account late this afternoon.  It's not that I have anything against social media...  On second thought, maybe I do have a little something against social media.  In many ways, I think it encourages some of the poorest dimensions of our already bankrupt modern culture: shallowness, pettiness, and meaningless busyness--the antitheses of reflection and substantive work.  So much of Facebook to me really boils down to pettiness and silly acts of pointless reciprocation.  I'm friends with some authors who seem unaffected by it, always upbeat and positive.  With my particular personality, though, it seems less than a positive focus, encouraging an unhealthy dynamic and distracting from the important things, the eternal things.

I found, for instance, that I was talking about writing more than I was actually writing--a sure sign of trouble for an author.  Yes, marketing is a necessary evil when it comes to writing, but I think the correct balance between timing and saturation is critical.  Not that I was over marketing or promoting myself (well, maybe sometimes...a little), but the content has to come first.   If the content becomes secondary to the marketing, you might as well be selling air.  While it can certainly bring people together, Facebook also has a way of focusing us far too much upon ourselves.

That's why I thought it'd be good just to step back from a lot of that stuff and concentrate on what I'm good at: writing fiction.  When I've finished the final page of revisions of the novel, I'll consider giving it another crack.  Until then, please pardon my absence on Facebook for a while.  Now, be sure to "like" this post....


Update: Yes..., it is true.  I did grudgingly return to Facebook in January 2012.  I still dislike it for all the reasons I mentioned above (and more), but, for the time being, it seemed an important way to connect with my readers.  There may, however, come a point when I can't stand it anymore.  So, don't be too surprised should I vanish someday soon from social media--Facebook, at least.     


Jill Kransy's recent piece brought this issue to my attention again.  Hope you can check out her article on this fascinating topic!

(Two of my other reflections on social media (and its dysfunctional relatives) may be found at Connection Illusion and Internet Ramblings.)

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Connection Illusion

I'm not the first to reveal the irony of social media (and electronics in general) in regards to family life.  That is, something created supposedly to help bring us all together seems to do a much better job keeping us apart, isolated in our own little spaces with our eyes fixated on the flickering screen.  While we may know much more about our long lost friend Fred from Weiser, Idaho, the tradeoff often seems to be our immediate family.  I know I'm generalizing here, and it's true that some families are able to do an admirable job at monitoring and limiting electronic usage, but I don't think we're the only parents who have a challenge at times reigning in the electronic games or computer time.  


Looking back on my childhood, it's easy to romanticize the outside time component a little too much.  I was not exactly an outside kind of kid.  While I didn't spend every spare moment outside, I never resisted it either.  Something seems to have changed in the subsequent decades.  It's not just about the lack of real socialization or communication during online time either, it's a whole shift in communications.  Attention spans are shorter and vocabularies are smaller,too.  


I remember once finding an old newspaper stuffed inside a wall of my boyhood home.  It was less than a century old, but the vocabulary was grades above what passes for a newspaper today.  When vocabulary falls, our ability to express and articulate ourselves falters, as well.  In fact, that opens the subject of writing.  Look at instant messaging's effect on writing--it's downright depressing.  I'm not saying that we all should strive for the vocabulary of Charles Dickens, but, on second thought, let's all strive for the vocabulary of Charles Dickens.  


In addition to loss of our substantive connections, wasted time, and lost vocabulary, there are other elements, too.  Take e-mail, for instance.  Looking back to how hard I worked at staying in contact with friends after leaving my hometown for Seattle, one would think that e-mail would be a huge help in staying and keeping connected.  Not really.  Instead, I find people I know, at least, don't seem to write personal letters anymore.  E-mails are great, but it's even better to get an old fashioned hand-written letter, don't you think?  Besides the loss of these letters, there's also the frequent inability to reach people via e-mail.  Often times, the reason boils down to what you might call a "connections overload."  Some people seem so overwhelmed that they'd like to go crawl under the nearest rock--then they find out there's WiFi there, too.


I am not going so far as to suggest a Harrison Ford Mosquito Coast departure from modern life.  In fact, I'll be honest...  As a guy who considers writing his second job, I have to stay somewhat immersed in this stuff.  What I would suggest, though, is that everyone remember that technology is like like a good hammer, a tool.  We can't un-ring the technology bell and return to the 1970s.  (Yikes!  That's a scary thought.)  We can and should try to keep things in perspective.  Our iPhone can't be taken to eternity when we fall asleep for the last time someday.  In the end, when we look back on these years from some distant vantage point, time with family will be much more important than our high score on "Angry Birds."  Now...go get off the computer and read to your kids...I have to go tweet my cat's latest updates.