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The Limit to Your Love Social Network

Jump to Comments So over the past few days I’ve been paying attention to Facebook’s friend recommendations again. When they first added the feature, I found it pretty useful in alerting me to people who I a) actually knew somewhat well but b)weren’t yet facebook friends. I stopped messing with it for a while, but the past couple days I’ve been tending the recommendations page again. I’m pretty sure that my facebook social network is complete. I’ve pushed it to the limit –– the only people that show up are those with whom I share at most three or four mutual friends. Probably only one in ten of the suggestions are people whose names actually ring a bell, but none of them are people I even know casually. It’s pretty cool how it does the suggestions though — sometimes based on the mutual friends and the personal information (if I am allowed to see it) I can see what the pattern is for choosing that particular potential friend. And now to reference a third song in this post (oh aren’t I so musically-minded): The drunken hippies fine and upright ladies and gentlemen who sit out on the front porch of Santo Spirito all night playing guitars and banging on drums have gotten the better of me again –– my nice little silicone earplugs have lost their soundproofing. I need to buy some new ones. Anyhow, I am 90 per cent certain that for a few moments they were playing a tune by their compatriot fellow drunken hippy from outer space, or maybe Venezuela upright gentleman drunken hippy, Devendra Banhart. Which song? I don’t know. The basic phrasing is mostly in Spanish, and the bulk of the lyrics go like this:
[something-]ando, en la [something] en la [something].
Which I know is just the single most descriptive thing I have ever written on the Internet. But if I knew a way to transcribe a tune in relative pitch in HTML, be sure I’d do it for you in a heartbeat, dear readers. Well, now they’ve switched tunes to “crazy bongo drum solo while breaking glass bottles.”

2 Comments

  • There are a lot of guitar-strumming, drum banging, obnoxious loud hippies infesting Catholic churches on this side of the pond too. Unfortunately they’re not on the church steps but right next to the priest during mass, strumming and loudly singing off-key what ought to be reserved to a schola of chanters.

    Speaking of bad music, I went to the lamest wedding this past weekend – one of Colleen’s friends. It wasn’t a Catholic ceremony (neither bride nor groom was Catholic in fact) but they did it in what was by far the ugliest Catholic church I’d ever been in. One of the bridesmaids had a guitar and at some point sang a song about ‘dancing for Jesus’. I almost threw up.

  • Christopher and I are laughing out loud at Matt’s comment, touché and all that!