Friday, July 18, 2008

Social Networking Must Evolve or Dissolve

Playing on the Web has never been so fun. The gods of the Internet continue to create new distractions to keep you clicking and staring ceaselessly at your screen. You load the latest applications on to your Facebook page and leave cute messages for all your friends.

Then why am I so bored?

Probably because we are not taking full advantage of these resources.

Services like Dodgeball and Twitter tie together wireless phones and social networking but in small ways. You still have to type in what you are doing and where you are going.

Let's eliminate that extra step.

How about automatically letting your GPS-enabled phone alert others in your network to your current position?

How about scanning a certain physical radius for friends who may be doing a bar crawl within the same city?

I would love to get a message on my cell phone that says a buddy is stuck in traffic on the Turnpike without them needing to call or text me.

When out business networking, getting a list on my phone of what professionals are in the same room with me would be a great tool.

While these ideas are possible, the plausibility is slim at least for now. Many users would fear exposing too much information to others. In my opinion though, social networking doesn't really DO anything.

Get these services more actively wired into mobile devices and THAT is how Facebook and the rest will evolve into tangle services everyone will use to make life more interactive.

1 comment:

HNIC said...

ya Id love to see things like that.
I actually had a gps location program on my ex girlfriends phone so I could match the inconsistencies of her story of where she was and where she said she was. too bad she dumped me before I coudl activate it :(

but i hate people telling me they were out in brunswick and i had no clue .
but hell I cant even get all of my text msgs, so why would i expect anything better to happen any time soon?

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