Bad karma

I got a Quechup invite yesterday from someone I know vaguely and thought I’d go and take a look.  Amongst the plethora of social networking sites springing up this might have something I could learn from or indeed have a proposition of some worth, beyond collating the detritus of my "going-about-the-world" as  some added value.  It doesn’t.  It’s merely a geographical layer on that detritus and moreover it’s demanding of you to add value rather than collating it for you.  So imagine my disappointment when upon opening my inbox this morning I find that I’ve invited all of my Gmail contacts to his charlatan’s service. Of course "I" didn’t, but Quechup did even though I "skipped" the step to invite others.  This is a cardinal sin.  My Gmail contacts range far and wide, some I know some I don’t but have been in contact with for work or well, other social network things 😮 But the etiquette of social networking is so acute that I feel annoyed some service has slighted my own identity, my relationship with others.  Shame.  I’ll never use it again.

I’m tiring of social networking and social media in general, the Publicness of it, not the performing because that becomes second nature, but the very exposure makes me value the boundaries of Privacy and the personal all the more. Surely, any social network should build on relationships that pertain to the ‘service’ or the ‘proposition’ that your service supports and allows you to build up from there, exploring new contacts from what the service provides – travel, crafting, hacking, even GTD amongst project contacts etc. Not doing so reduces all relationships to a base exchange and conflates the qualities that make them relationships at all.

So, if you’ve received an invite from me, sorry.  Kick Quechup.

  1. I expected something like that after receiving 3 emails from you (and one from a mailing list).

    no worries, this happened few years ago with some SMS services and hotmail

  2. The whole sorry affair really underlined the power of personal recommendation, though. Because you’d invited me to join, I spent ages typing in all my personal data before realising it was a pile of doo-doo.

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