The look and the book

So I am writing about Facebook, I am thinking about Facebook, I am looking for quotes about Facebook and I dream about Facebook. I am a bit scared of Facebook, because I realize how much power we give to Mark Zuckerberg, Facebook's Ceo, and how much he knows about me, my friends, my habits and my hobbies. All this valuable information collected to be sold to the one who is willing to pay the highest price, all this information to sell me products, all this products to make me happy, all this happiness to make me sad, all this sadness to make me buy more. But, come on Mark, what the hell are you doing there? You know, how old I am, you know I am a guy, you know my hobbies so why do you try to sell me beauty products and slimming drinks, rather then snowboards, ipods, or journeys. These are the only things that you advertise to me today on my Facebook homepage. I mean I don't think I have a problem with my weight, and my face looks alright without makeup. There are two assumptions I can draw out of my research. Dear Mark, is it possible that your principle of tagging the right product to the appropriate group of consumers doesn't work out yet? But how come Microsoft is paying 240 million dollars for 1.6 percent of Facebook’s shares if your system doesn't work out. Or am I just wrong and you are right. Did you actually look at the pictures of me that my friends uploaded? Okay, I look a bit chubby there... Yeah, and on this other one a bit pale, but I was out the night before it was taken. Do you really think I need make up?! I am getting a bit confused and I am not sure what is going on. I mean you have all kinds of information about me, you just need to put them all into your calculator or program or whatever tool you created in order to find out about my consumer habits and voila. All my friends are on Facebook too. You know what my friends want, actually they tagged me in their albums. Therefore you know their expectations regarding me, don't you? You know that they think I am too fat, and I look awful, don't you? You just try to help me out, so I don’t loose my face in front of my book friends. But I want my friends counter to increase, I want more friends, more friends then my friends' friends have. I want to have my friends' friends as my friends. And I don't want to loose my friends, and I don't want my friends' friends to think I am a looser. But all this horrible pictures, and all this people to see them. All this potential numbers on my friends counter who don't want to have a fat, ugly friend, or be the friend of a friend who has chubby, pale friends. Oh no, que domage...I need to put some beautiful pictures on my account and I am going to be popular again. I think I am going to put some pictures of me and some hot girls on. Maybe I photoshop a bit, maybe not... I can't wait for the comments.

Wait a minute...Oh, okay, now Mark tries to sell me mobile phones and offers me rent-a-car deals, no beauty products, no slimming drinks anymore. Just a mistake made by the marketing office? I am glad I checked one more time. Thanks Mark, I feel so relieved; I was just about to double-check my look in the bathroom, just about to run off to Superdrug and Boots to buy me the products you recommended, I mean advertised to me. Thank you, now I feel like a man again. But, well, I am going to put the beautiful pictures with the hot girls on my account anyway.

My face is a book

I am logging into Facebook and I write, I read and I log out
I am logging into Facebook and I read, I look and I log out
I am logging into Facebook and I took a break, I am read, they look, I log out
I face my logging into the book, the break I took to be read, they shall look and I log
I lock my face into the book I break to be read my look shall be tagged I am logged in
I log into the book that took my look and showed it around, I am put into a spot

You took my look, my Face is a book, an open version put into a structure, placed into a spot...show me your friends and I write your book...I open it up and exhibit you...you are naked, so I dress you...you need a look, I just check my book and I'll dress you.. You don't need the dress I sold you, I'll give you a new one...cause I make the look...you log into your book, show me your face and I read.

My name

The only info that was available directly linked to my name on google is about photos that I put on an London Photographic Award online portfolio that I was awarded 2 years ago. I am quite happy that these pics are the first things to be found when researching my name. Even though the portfolio isn't supposed to exist anymore, and the photos are quite old and not according to my present style I am happy and very suprised to find them. Strangly enough my name is quite unique even though Philipp is so common. I found it suprising that I acctually couldn't find my blog when I tipped in my name, mais c'est la vie. There is one different man called Philipp Draxler who wrote on a blog about a women' soccer club. Aparently the Bond villain from the movie "Moonraker" is called Drax...Hugo Drax but that's about it..