Rick Nelson and Claude Peck dispense unasked-for advice about clothing, etiquette, culture, relationships, grooming and more.
CP: When it comes to the Fbook, I fear we are moving apart. While I visit the site about as often as Lindsay Lohan gets arrested, your posts, updates, wall hangings and etceteras are proliferating at an alarming rate.
RN: It can’t be that bad. Compared with most of the Faces in my feed, I’m very nearly a shadow participant. And your Friend count far exceeds mine.
CP: Don’t you find the posts mostly uninteresting, vapid, repetitive, posed, postured and self-absorbed?
RN: Except for mine, of course.
CP: Your Minnesota-architecture-history updates are highly educational, possum. But let’s face it, they stand apart as having actual content, as opposed to the umpteenth snapshots of yawning cats, sunsets and artisanal lattés.
RN: I’m glad you approve of “Teardownapolis.” I’d turn it into a book, but Larry Millett beat me to it by about 20 years with his brilliant “Lost Twin Cities.” But back to Facebook. Why so blue?
CP: Among other reasons, I always seem to screw up. The other day, for example, a friend sought tips on a good bank in which to park his money, and I said “Just bury it in the back yard.” Then, kid you not, I realized I had accidentally posted the sage advice to the wall of a friend who was announcing the illness of a beloved parent.
RN: It could have been worse. They could have been dead. Sorry, just a little social-media humor.