I practically live in FarmVille. I don’t have to play the game.
I do admire, though, FarmVille’s implicit, visual promise to unite the peoples of the world in one happy, cooperative, agrarian society.
An old friend, one who shares my interest in Russia, recently acquired a combine. Here it is, against the backdrop of a bright new day.
This image got me thinking about the inefficiency of the small, single-face(book) farm. Couldn’t we combine our faces, and farm more efficiently in Collective FarmVille?
We need a new game called KolhozVille, to adopt the pre-existing Russian term:
Jenny needs your help rounding up the Kulaks in KolhozVille.
Jenny distilled some pure grain alcohol she wants to share with you in KolhozVille.
Help Jenny bribe the Kommissar in KolhozVille.
This is a joke for a very narrow audience, my FB friend reminds me. We remember the culture of the kolhoz; nobody else does.
He might have added that brutal, forced collectivization is not a laughing matter. That’s a fair criticism of this idle, insider humor.
Hold on, though. The gag is not entirely idle.
You only thought you were a Norwegian bachelor farmer in FarmVille.
Turns out you were toiling away in KolhozVille all along, another victim of Facebook collectivization, now called aggregation. Collectivization of information.
Last week, the Wall Street Journal revealed that facebook applications (including FarmVille) have been sharing your name, and possibly your friends’ names, with advertising and internet tracking companies.
There has been a stukach (informer) on the farm all along.
Facebook says that the reported loss of privacy is overblown. Any release of information was inadvertent. There will be full compliance with privacy policies in the future.
Welcome to KolhozVille.
Don’t turn around, uh-oh!