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On preservation of history
Nov. 18th, 2024 05:44 pmAs noted previously, I want to get out of the sticky morass of Facebook; but I also have, gah, fifteen? years of history there, much of which is probably worth preserving in some way. My original genius plan was to, each day, go to the "Memories" feature and copy each entry into a backdated post here. However! I just sat down to do that thing for today, and I ran face-first into two quandaries.
1) Some (many) are context-free blurbs, more like tweets than anything which? maybe? don't make a lot of sense here? E.g., a gem on this day in 2012:
"In which we learn that the usual New York rule of "no one stirs their ass before noon on Sunday" does not apply at Trader Joe's."
Should I bother? Should I establish criteria? Am I making far heavier weather of this than is necessary? (Yes, obviously.)
2) There's no way I can think of to preserve the comments, which (unusually for the internet) are often more interesting than whatever off-hand burble fell off my keyboard. Particularly, the one thing that might stop me from deleting my account over there entirely is the comments from Absent Friends™ - no one is ever truly gone when you are reminded of their bon mot two or eight or twelve years later, and grin at it again.
1) Some (many) are context-free blurbs, more like tweets than anything which? maybe? don't make a lot of sense here? E.g., a gem on this day in 2012:
"In which we learn that the usual New York rule of "no one stirs their ass before noon on Sunday" does not apply at Trader Joe's."
Should I bother? Should I establish criteria? Am I making far heavier weather of this than is necessary? (Yes, obviously.)
2) There's no way I can think of to preserve the comments, which (unusually for the internet) are often more interesting than whatever off-hand burble fell off my keyboard. Particularly, the one thing that might stop me from deleting my account over there entirely is the comments from Absent Friends™ - no one is ever truly gone when you are reminded of their bon mot two or eight or twelve years later, and grin at it again.
