I am definitely on the older side of the people you might run across on Facebook, and I have an account there (and at MySpace and LinkedIn) as much to protect my professional name as anything else. I don’t generally update my status, I don’t go searching for friends, I don’t ‘kill zombies’ or order online drinks, and I really don’t drop by all that much. It’s not personal; it’s more a function of my age and the fact that most people my age aren’t even aware that Facebook exists, much less understand what it does.

But bit by bit, my age-appropriate peers are catching on. Those of us who spend a lot of time online have friends, and they have friends, and so on and so forth. Layer by layer, these friends are being dragged into Facebook, and they become little communities.

Example: As noted a few entries back, I played Patty’s annual Memorial Day Weekend Luau again this year. JohnDC, a perpetual hustler (in a good way), professional bass player and web designer, snarked up a bunch of photos and posted them on his Facebook page, including these:

When the same group o’ musicians reunited for a gig at King Street Blues recently, Patty used her Facebook account and connections to notify her friends…and sure enough, a number of them showed up. Result: A happenin’ little Thursday night party, all put together thanks to Facebook connections.

It made me want to start updating my status again.