Facebook friend weirdness

So, I like Facebook. One of the things I do occasionally is look at the “Friend suggestions” of people that I might know. For the most part, they are either:

  • People I know but don’t want to be friends with (old mission or high school people I barely knew then)
  • Stupid things like “Laughter” or “Campfires” or “Subway”
  • Local teenagers that are friends with the teenagers in my ward that I am friends with
  • Other people that I do not know

It’s kind of an interesting dynamic – how to best populate these suggestions. It stands to reason that people that people that share a whole lot of mutual friends with me might also be my friends. For example, one friend I recently added was my cousin Jared. He had 15 mutual friends with me, so Facebook assumed (correctly) that I might also know him. Where it falls short is say this one guy from my mission. We share 7 mutual friends and Facebook is at least correct that I know who he is, but I didn’t really know him very well.

But what I find interesting are the people that show up that have completely random sets of mutual friends with me. I’m reminded of a situation a few years ago where we found out through a forwarded email chain or something that my cousin’s wife Candace was good friends with the sister of a family (the Wickmans) that lived in our ward here in Cincinnati.

I guess this kind of the whole point of things like Six Degrees of Separation and LinkedIn and such – that we are for the most part clusters of people, with occasional longer “branches” out to other groups of clusters.

So, here are a few examples. Note that I do not personally know any of these people (to my knowledge) but Facebook suggests them as my friends because I have several mutual friends with them.

  • Brian Hanna, who is friends with the Brookses, a couple from my ward, but also friends (and I think related?) to my cousin Sarah and my cousin-in-law Candace
  • Rachel Martel, who is friends with a guy from my church (Reed) and my cousin Sarah
  • There were a couple of other ones that I noticed but did not write down – but similar things where it was just weird that this person knew 2 (or more) people that I also knew, but from completely different circles

Anyway, just thought I’d share….

One of those 25 things posts

So going around Facebook lately are these 25 random things posts.  So here is mine.  I thought I’d put it on my blog and wait for it to import over to Facebook

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.

In MY rules, you can tag as many or as few people as you feel like and if you are tagged  you don’t have to do anything.

1. I have resisted doing one of these things for very long but have finally given in.  Kind of like Facebook itself….
2. In my high school graduating class of about 400, I was voted “Most likely to be a millionaire”.  Hasn’t happened (yet)
3. I am a giant cheapskate.  Though I prefer “frugal”. In 2005, I bought $15,519.82 of groceries for $763.10
4. I once sat in every seat of the entire Row W of the Richfield Coliseum (where the Cleveland Cavaliers used to play)
5. Continuing the stadium / arena theme, I once fell down about 10 rows of metal bleachers at Nippert Stadium (where the University of Cincinnati football team plays).  Looking back at it, I really could have died but managed to survive with only a cut above my ear and a dislocated shoulder (which popped back in at the hospital before a doctor even got around to seeing me)
6. Back in the early 90s my friend and I used to dial into text-based bulletin boards on our 300 baud modem and register accounts under the name “John Jaha”
7. There was also a phone number that we used to call pretty much non-stop (777-4513 I think?).  Nobody ever answered but it had an answering machine where we used to leave messages all about John Jaha.  Hey it wasn’t our fault that he’s the man who can bring it (and he’ll never get sent to the minors).  All this John Jaha talk started when we noticed that he had hit .344-30-134 for a minor league team in 1991 (back when those numbers meant something).  We talked about how he was “the man” who “could bring it”.  We talked about him for years, including the creation of a song detailing his many exploits (kind of like the Chuck Norris facts I guess).  The punchline of each stanza of the song was “And he’ll never get sent to the minors”.  Example – “He’ll hit .400 lifetime, he’ll slug 1000 homers, he’ll drive in 5000 RBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS…. and he’ll never get sent to the minors”.   Good times!
8. I have pooped off the side of a pickup truck that was moving at about 50 mph
9. I have pooped my pants while simultaneously throwing up
10. It’s not my fault that many of my interesting stories involve poop and other bodily fluids
11. I got a 1400 on my SAT (back when it was out of 1600) and a 33 on my ACT
12. I was born in Germany and was in many countries in Europe when I was a baby that I don’t remember, but I have been to Canada and lived in the Dominican Republic (for 2 years) that I do remember.  In the US, I have been to 40 states and 807 counties (including every county in OH, IL, DC and RI, DE, and hope to visit all 3142 counties before I die
13. Speaking of counties, I once drove through all 88 counties in Ohio in under 24 hours (23 hours, 34 minutes and 34 seconds to be precise).  On another occasion, I drove 34 hours from Chicago to Cincinnati by way of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, entirely to pickup new counties
14. The first music cassette tape that I owned was Young MC’s “Stone Cold Rhymin’”.  In college, I created the first (and probably only) Young MC fan homepage.  I still think that Young MC is awesome
15. Since June 2008, I have found over $39 in coins on the ground and such – that’s not counting the $1.14 that a 10 year old girl gave me, quite possibly thinking that I was a homeless person trying to find money to feed my starving kids
16. In high school, I was once at a friends house where one of my other friends was opening up some mail that had gotten sent to the wrong address.  As my friend was trying to figure out ways that he could cash this $100 check made out to someone else (while we all tried to convince him what a horrible idea that was), someone commented “Isn’t opening up someone else’s mail a federal offense?”  Literally no more than 15 seconds later, the doorbell rang and it was the police
17. Like my wife said in her 25 things note, we did initially bond over Beavis and Butthead jokes.
18. I also really did not want to go to the dance where I initially met my wife but my friend Jim convinced me to go
19. With 5, I have more children than probably 98% of the people I know.   But I still don’t think I have a huge family
20. I own 3 rental properties
21. Starting in about 11th grade and up until about 2 years ago when I decided I was old, I wore shorts year-round. In those 15 years or so, there were only 2 times that I was ever cold.  #1, when my friends and I went out at night and walked on the ice at Lake Erie during a week where it was so cold (like 20 or 30 below windchills) that they closed the school for “cold”.  So cold that as I struggled to walk back up the ice covered stairs from the lake, my (non-gloved of course) hands were sticking to the metal bannisters and pulling skin off.  #2, when we came down to UC for an official visit.  We sat at Nippert Stadium and watched a football game in a blizzard.  This caused us to create a new temperature scale to compete with Celsius and Fahrenheit called “Stadium” where all temperatures are measured in the number of degrees that they were warmer than that day
22. In high school, I was a National Merit Finalist but (in my opinion because one of my teachers didn’t like me) was not invited to be in National Honor Society
23. I have a daughter who has Asperger’s Syndrome / mild autism.
24. I really want to hike the entire Appalachian Trail before I die.  I’m not sure I have my wife convinced that we should all hike the AT in 2016 as a family
25. I can type 100 words per minute which explains (part of the reason) why I am so good at games like Word Challenge

Story from Joe Chrisman

Some of you who read this know Joe Chrisman who used to be in our ward before they moved up to Sidney Ohio a year or so ago. If you’re not friends with him on Facebook, you may not have seen this crazy story that he shared over there.

(Again – reminder if you’re just skimming – this is not about me!)

Dear Family and Friends:

Wow, what a morning that I’ll never forget. It began Monday morning with Heather’s doctor appointment. She’d was dilated to a one. And she’d been dilated to a one for the past 2 weeks (i.e. no change from a previous appointment – her due date is tomorrow). Heather was beginning to worry that she might have to have a C-section since Martha had come a week early and had had a large head.

On Monday night during our family activity night together, acting on an impression I’d received during church this past weekend, we went to our neighbors across the street, to give cookies and to introduce ourselves to them and get to know them. We had a very pleasant visit with them – Vic & Kathy Stewart, long time residents of Sidney.

Knowing that Heather was due any day, Kathy suggested that, in order to speed things along, Heather could get on all fours and clean the kitchen floor. Apparently this has the effect of putting the baby in position to come out. Kathy said this worked for one of her daughters who lives out of state.

After we got home and put Martha to bed, Heather got on all fours and cleaned the kitchen floor. Later that night she was waking up periodically.

I got up at 5:30 a.m. this morning to clean our law office (as I usually do on Tuesday mornings, early). I asked Heather if I should still go. She said to go ahead, that we’d go to the hospital when she came back. By the time I got back at 7:00 a.m., little could I have guessed that in less than 1/2 hour, the baby was going to be born at our house!

I had just taken my shower and gotten dressed when my memory starts to get blurry. Heather’s emotions and urgency for what was going on received my complete attention as she started to show the signs of imminent child birth. I ran to get my neighbor, Joyce, to help. What followed I will never forget as Heather delivered the baby, standing up, in our bathroom.

I tried to catch the baby, but was unprepared since Joyce and I were, at that same moment, trying to help Heather lay down in the bathroom. I saw a flicker of motion and heard something hit the floor. I’m not sure if the baby’s head hit first or not. I then picked her up from the floor, and held her underneath Heather’s legs, careful not to pull on the umbilical cord. The baby, Alice, initially cried and intermittently fell silent. I then tried to coax her to breathe, by patting on her back to get her to cry – she was pretty slippery to handle since she was covered in fresh blood.

It was about this time that the rescue squad arrived and took over. I later found out that 2 squads had arrived – and one of the rescue workers was an old friend of mine that I’d gone to school with – Brian Lundy. The 1st squad took Alice to the hospital as soon as they got her some oxygen and wrapped.

It was around that time that Heather delivered the placenta. I also failed to catch it and had to fish it into the small tub provided by the squad. The 2nd squad put Heather on a stretcher, fixed her up with oxygen for a bit, then took her to the hospital.

After I washed my blood covered arms and changed out of my bloody clothes, I headed off to the hospital, praying incessantly that everything would be OK with baby and mommy. I arrived and found mommy and baby in the emergency room. In spite of my worries, all the medics assured me that everything was OK.

We then transferred over to the maternity ward and Heather fed baby and was stitched up. Dad arrived and was a comfort to me while the stress was still fresh. After Heather and I had eaten, and I’d made sure they were OK, I went back home to see Martha. Martha and I have since visited mommy and the baby.

Everyone seems to be doing well – baby has a little goose-egg on the back of her head which may have been from the delivery or the initial dive from the wound. Either way, the doctor told us not to worry about it.

We chose the name of Alice Rebecca, in honor of my wife’s great-grandmother.

I was told at the hospital that I might have to sign the birth certificate as the person delivering the baby! The newspaper is coming to the hospital tonight to interview us.

Wow – crazy!