Off Topic: Taming the Facebook Monster

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We love Facebook. We hate Facebook. It’s informative. It’s overwhelming. All true. I have discovered wonderful news and terrible news in my feed. Amid the selfies, the over-shared memes, and the political rants, Facebook shows us interesting articles and important events. And cat photos. One can’t have too many cat photos.

Blue wants to know what you are staring at.
Blue wants to know what you are staring at.

So how does one deal with the data flood? The magic word is

UNFOLLOW

If you are the sort of person who can let it all stream past, rock on. I envy you. If you obsess over the need to read every post, unfollow is your best weapon.

Unfollowing Is Easy
How do I unfollow someone?
A few clicks on a person’s page and posts no longer show up in your feed. You are still friends. You can still visit your friend’s page. You can message. Most importantly, the folks you unfollow will not know. You can always go back to refollow if you change your mind.

Unfollowing Is Hard
People that annoy you are obvious. Out they go. The trick is to unfollow people you like. Perhaps you met a charming couple at a few club meetings, but they stopped attending before you could bond. Or that bright, funny woman who took a great job elsewhere. These are people you admire. You have fond memories. In a different setting, you might have become besties. But you didn’t. Wish them well and out they go.

It’s tough. You look at their pages. You think, Oh look, they have a new dog/haircut/funny cat meme. Maybe I should leave them in. Nope. Too many people of passing interest equals an out-of-control Facebook feed. This applies to groups & associations as well. Be ruthless.

My Criteria
How close are we? If we live in the same area, do we make an effort to get together? Or are we friends in a theoretical sense? If you live far away, would I fly to your town to donate a pint of blood?

How amusing are you? A side benefit of being a writer is that many of my friends are writers. This elevates the discourse on social media, or at least makes the banal more readable. Ditto photographers lending visual interest. Conversely, are you passionate about stopping animal abuse? About achieving political justice? Great. I should probably be more like you. You should probably take me to task for my sloth. But not over my breakfast oatmeal, please.

How often do you post? If I find you boring but you don’t bother me often, I’ll probably let you stay. I suspect I fall into this category for many of my acquaintances. I seldom post on Facebook. A daily blog is enough of me on the information superhighway. (Have you noticed we don’t hear that term anymore? But I digress.)

In Sum
I was surprised to find that Facebook agrees with me.

“We’re trying to encourage people to use the [unfollow] option more,” says Adam Mosseri, a product management director at Facebook. “We think it will make their experiences better and their feeds more relevant.”

The hope, of course, is that unfollowing friends you don’t want to hear from will give you a better News Feed, and a better News Feed means you’ll visit Facebook more often.

Facebook: Stop Fearing the “Unfollow” by Kurt Wagner, Re/code, Nov 7, 2014.

Have I unfollowed you? Don’t worry. It’s not you. It’s me.

Foto Friday: The Daily Object, January 2016

Instagram header August 2015

Photo project from my Instagram feed, @rodneyssaga.

TDO Jan 2016

Specfic: Nine of the 13 photos last month were horse or pasture related, although some are not as obvious, e.g. the glasses were from the ASHAA banquet [Annual Awards 2015]. Two LEGO bricks. Two food. Horses, LEGO, food; yup, that’s me.

General: started Instagram as a blog tie-in [Rodney’s Instagram]. Did this instead. A single object each day. Nothing to do with the blog. Occasionally to do with horses. Published here for archival purposes.

Last month – The Daily Object, December 2015

View from the Top

shadows Jan 2016

Rodney loves his new tack. He is wearing a side-pull hackamore noseband, a headpiece, & reins. That’s it. No saddle. No bit.

I have been reluctantly edging toward this all month [Headgear]. I knew Rodney would prefer the bit to stay in the barn. I knew a happier horse would be less inclined to do something appalling. I knew I could slide off at the first hint of adversity.

He was a star. Stood like a rock. Played couch like a narcoleptic school pony. We’ve done it three times now. We usually give him at least a week to grasp new ideas. He’s been thrilled during each ride, and pleased with himself afterwards. Me, I’m taking longer to swim alongside.

Lotta horse, not lotta tack.

bridles 1

Riding Loose

Saddle Seat Wednesday

I am taking some time off from lessons. Nothing serious. Post-season recuperation I should have taken after Nationals [Report]. I didn’t at the time because a) I wanted to go to Perry to finish out the season [Report]; b) I wanted Greg to drive at Winter Tournament, and I knew he wouldn’t if I didn’t [Report]; & c) I’m too stupid/stubborn to stop even for my own good.

To keep my hand in, I have been binge-watching USEF Network on demand videos of three-gaited classes from the World’s Championship Horse Show.

In NASCAR, a “loose” racecar drifts out with the backend around turns. Many drivers are not comfortable with a car that does not go where it is told. OTOH, loose cars are fast cars. Winning drivers learn to deal with what the engineers hand out, rather than dictating how the car should handle.

See where I’m going with this?

I’ve talked about obedience – or the lack thereof – in saddle seat before [Obedience Epiphany, Back to the Bigtime]. A concommitant to obedience is precision. Yes, an ASB must canter when asked. OTOH, if the horse canters here or six feet farther on, mox nix. In dressage, six feet further on means you have blown the movement. In jumping, six feet to the left means you are jumping the standard. Even in saddle seat equitation, the patterns allow a degree of rider discretion. The ring doesn’t have a host of letters triangulating each footfall.

While Saddlebreds may be loose, they are not cars. Saddlebreds have expectations of their riders. They have been trained to go. You better go with. If that means the rider has to leap on while the horse trots away from the mounting block, meh, halting is only useful in the line-up.

Therefore, I have a mantra for my saddle seat lessons: Be Ready for the Ride.

Spotted at Freedom Hall
Spotted at Freedom Hall

Where The Time Went

The start of a beautiful friendship?
The start of a beautiful friendship?

This is a post for the future. When I look back over Milton’s long, successful competition career, I will wonder what took us so long to get started.

Short answer
I was in a mood. Milton was in a mood.

Longer, more specific answer
August 2014. Milton arrives [Meet Milton, Mail-Order Horse, Logistics: Shipping, Logistics: Costs, Welcome to Alabama]. We are thrilled [Festina Lente, Whither?]. Some of us are less thrilled than others [Introduction Day]. It all goes to shit. [Did I Piss Off the Universe and Not Notice?, So Be It, Wrestling With Head Demons, Milton Miscellany].

Fall – Winter 2014/2015. I wallow [New Equipment: Mounting Block]. I fuss [So What Am I Waiting For?]. Milton has trouble adjusting to Alabama [Yoke: Horse Update]. Milton does well in his groundwork [Plans & New Equipment: Schooling Bridles]. We start to wonder [So What Am I Going To Do?: Happy Horse]. I pursue false starts [New Equipment: Clickers, Grooming Bats]. I marinate [Milton Deconstructed].

April 2015. The food thing was real [Meanwhile Back at the Ranch: Feed]. He improves; not enough, but some [Clean Cups!]. Took too long to notice [Hindsight]. Too busy blaming myself [Perseverance].

Spring 2015. Faltering steps of progress [Milton’s Miseries, Meanwhile Back at the Ranch: Current Work, Gold Stars All Around, Meanwhile Back at the Ranch: Summer Suffering].

July – August 2015. Whenever I go out of town [Hudson Valley Horses], I get sick. Spent most of summer in a malaise. Nothing serious, just enough to keep me from feeling perky. Never sure if it is physical or emotional. Pottled about with both horses [The Respect Dance, Meanwhile Back at the Ranch. Or Not, Conversation]. Finally treated in September.

Sept – Oct 2015. Boot camp [Progress Report]. Everything got put on hold [Maintenance]. Fiddled with Milton’s food again.

Nov – Dec 2015. Recovering from boot camp & Nationals [Report]. Looking around at lack of progress [Whither Now?]. Kicking self [Home Team Update].

Dec 16. First nap [Naptime].

Dec – Jan 2016. Holidays. Cold. Rain. Everyone adjusting to new paradigm [SitRep]. Improvement! Why? I have theories; no explanation.

February 2016. Starting over. That’s a good thing.

Framed!

It’s Not Sheep I Count To Sleep

quilt

I have a framing addiction. It’s not my fault. Four Corners Gallery does such a nice job. Plus, this is a wonderful way to both enjoy and protect this lovely quilt panel. The background material has bits of bling mixed in. This gives the effect of “Hanging in the vastness of sparkly space.” to quote Craig Z., the guy who does my framing. Yeah, I have a guy. Like I said, addiction.

The backside of the frame is glass …

quilt back

… to display the information on the back of the panel.

quilt back inset

It’s Not Sheep on Rodney’s Saga
Gift Celebration
Text Art: Q is for Quilt

Guest Post by Quilt’s Creator
Deborah Rubin – Life is a Puzzle

Deborah’s Blog
Life, the Universe, and Everything: Adventures of a Curious Mind