It's really not a surprise that I maintain a presence on Facebook or Twitter. Even though my kids believe that no person over the age of thirty can (or should) do anything on the web, statistics indicate that the biggest growth in Facebook is coming from the upper end of the demographic scale. No one seems to know if grownups are there to find their best friend from elementary school or generate a random hookup with their unrequited high school flame. It is probably better that we don't ask.
In any case, if you want to find me on Facebook, there are a couple of ways to do it. Hunting me down by name is easiest way, but as discussed elsewhere on this website it may yield an unpredictable result from time to time. You can also hunt me down using a favorite handle from my old BBS days, "zencowboy7." When Facebook started offering custom URLs, that's the one I hustled to claim. Heck, I'll even throw in a link to make things easier.
On Twitter the same nickname applies, of you can click the link in the column on the right hand side of most of the pages on this site. Twitter is the micro-blogging service that a lot of people have difficulty grasping completely. It seems to be filled with zealous over-sharers and the occasional celebrity wanna be. But it makes for a nice way to connect to friends "in the moment" as life flies past. My brother and my son both have Twitter accounts. So do the individual members of my son's band, as well as the band itself.
I suppose you could look me up on MySpace, but I hardly ever go there anymore. My instant messaging accounts have fallen into disuse, with a few business friends and former work buds popping up from time to time to say hello. Of course text messages, phone calls and emails are pretty effective ways of reaching me. And if push comes to shove, you could always pay me a visit in meat-space and talk to me face to face.
But seriously...who does that anymore?
My name is Ron Chatman, a gift from my parents bestowed upon my birth. It's the only thing I will carry with me from cradle to grave and I am fiercely proud of it. But one thing that I have kept in the back of my mind was that my name was unique.