wanna be my friendster?
A few weeks ago Liz invited me to join Friendster, which is a social networking site. You enter your profile, say whether you want to make friends, find business partners, date or all of the above, and then you hook up with your friends. I thought it was way cool at first – wow, I’m connected to a deity like Megnut through only two degrees of separation through two different channels! Ooh-ah! Then, after convincing lots of friends to join (thanks, guys) I was wondering what to do next. OK, so now I has a map of some of my friends and some of their friends – now what? Frank added to my scepticism, pointing out that Friendster claims complete ownership of anything you put on their site – hm, bit dodgy that, though they probably won’t do anything bad with it. Then I saw Dave Weinberger was sceptical too:
Mm. That led to a long post from Michael Connor O’Clarke: How to Lose Friendsters and Influence People.
This is true, at least assuming all interesting people you could meet online have blogs. Cos it’s bloggers I meet online.
But then today I found lots of Friendster mail in my inbox. Torill had added a testimony, Anne asked to be my friend (of course I said yes!) and when I clicked the “gallery” I discovered there are suddenly 13 Friendsters with photos in Norway! And piles of Swedes! There’s still noone I don’t already know in Bergen, but that, I suppose, is where the potential of such systems is. I already know how to find people with similar interests to me online. But I might be overlooking someone who’s right next door to me.
Actually, as Adam Greenfield writes, Friendster’s “killer ap” is “The swelling joy that fills my heart every time I look at the pictures of these, my good friends. (Awwwwwww…)”. (I found this via a digression in a post by Liz at the new Corante social software blog) I like seeing that photo of Lisbeth, and Friendster telling me “Lisbeth is your friend.” (I stole that line from Lisbeth herself actually).