Dgar on Nostr: It’s funny, innit? I had friends at school. I finished school and I had different ...
It’s funny, innit?
I had friends at school. I finished school and I had different friends during my single/bachelor years. I met my wife, and we met new ‘couple’ friends. We didn’t have kids, so when our couple friends did, they went and found other couple friends with kids. Our closest friends now are another couple without kids.
One of our couple friends who had two amazing boys appointed us Godparents.
My friend Reid, who recently passed away, lived alone. Reid was one of my single-days friends. He was actually there when I met my wife. He despised social media and had closed all his accounts except for Reddit where he got a great deal of joy trolling political threads. I never read anything he wrote there because he wouldn’t tell me his username, but he would recount his exploits to me when we got together on Friday nights. He’d love triggering LNP and ONP supporters, but would also stick it to ALP supporters for their hypocrisy. He was actually a member of The Greens for a few years. Now that he’s gone, that Reddit account suddenly falls silent. It’s not closed or deleted, just unused. Abruptly, the trolling ceased.
I can’t even look up his profile. His computer was on when we went to clean out his unit. It had gone to sleep, and when I woke it, it asked for his password, which I don’t have.
I’m sure there wasn’t much thought about death when these social media sites went up. Facebook is becoming more and more like a giant digital graveyard. The number of deceased people on my Facebook friends list is not insignificant, and it’s also not getting smaller. I think there’s a way to memorialise people on Facebook, but I’ve yet to see it done.
Given the Fedis organic nature, with a constant turnover of instances and the cleanup and deletion of old toots, inactive accounts eventually just disappear. This is likely true for all platforms eventually. Google Plus, MySpace, Geocities… they all met their end, and their accounts with them.
Sometimes I think, well, I have music published - I recorded Reid in a song - he has been immortalised. Is there any guarantee that music won’t be lost? Is Spotify and Apple Music forever, or will they one day meet their end too? Will this music that we created, that has no physical media or printed notation, will that still be around in a hundred years?
There’s no guarantee. We’re all making it up as we go along, and then, at some point, we stop.
Our Godchildren’s grandmother passed away last week. She was a lovely kiwi lady, always laughing, always joyful. She lost her fight with cancer.
This will be our fourth funeral this year. I’m afraid I might be becoming a bit numb to death, but I guess the longer you live, the more you see. Reid would often walk through the door on a Friday afternoon and make a big deal out of pointing out that he’d outlived whichever famous celebrity had just made the news.
It’s funny how friends come and go.
Innit?🫶
I had friends at school. I finished school and I had different friends during my single/bachelor years. I met my wife, and we met new ‘couple’ friends. We didn’t have kids, so when our couple friends did, they went and found other couple friends with kids. Our closest friends now are another couple without kids.
One of our couple friends who had two amazing boys appointed us Godparents.
My friend Reid, who recently passed away, lived alone. Reid was one of my single-days friends. He was actually there when I met my wife. He despised social media and had closed all his accounts except for Reddit where he got a great deal of joy trolling political threads. I never read anything he wrote there because he wouldn’t tell me his username, but he would recount his exploits to me when we got together on Friday nights. He’d love triggering LNP and ONP supporters, but would also stick it to ALP supporters for their hypocrisy. He was actually a member of The Greens for a few years. Now that he’s gone, that Reddit account suddenly falls silent. It’s not closed or deleted, just unused. Abruptly, the trolling ceased.
I can’t even look up his profile. His computer was on when we went to clean out his unit. It had gone to sleep, and when I woke it, it asked for his password, which I don’t have.
I’m sure there wasn’t much thought about death when these social media sites went up. Facebook is becoming more and more like a giant digital graveyard. The number of deceased people on my Facebook friends list is not insignificant, and it’s also not getting smaller. I think there’s a way to memorialise people on Facebook, but I’ve yet to see it done.
Given the Fedis organic nature, with a constant turnover of instances and the cleanup and deletion of old toots, inactive accounts eventually just disappear. This is likely true for all platforms eventually. Google Plus, MySpace, Geocities… they all met their end, and their accounts with them.
Sometimes I think, well, I have music published - I recorded Reid in a song - he has been immortalised. Is there any guarantee that music won’t be lost? Is Spotify and Apple Music forever, or will they one day meet their end too? Will this music that we created, that has no physical media or printed notation, will that still be around in a hundred years?
There’s no guarantee. We’re all making it up as we go along, and then, at some point, we stop.
Our Godchildren’s grandmother passed away last week. She was a lovely kiwi lady, always laughing, always joyful. She lost her fight with cancer.
This will be our fourth funeral this year. I’m afraid I might be becoming a bit numb to death, but I guess the longer you live, the more you see. Reid would often walk through the door on a Friday afternoon and make a big deal out of pointing out that he’d outlived whichever famous celebrity had just made the news.
It’s funny how friends come and go.
Innit?🫶