Twitter-pated
Posted by: wordbeeps on: June 14, 2010
To me Twitter was 10 trillion boorish announcements, millions more spouting every second, of what some Twit was eating at that moment.
(I’m eating a ham sandwhich! Yum!)
Cyberspace, like the Gulf of Mexico, polluted with oily black Twitter plumes no one could cap.
I’ve had a change of heart. Twitter is poetry. Concisely penned expressions, from the sublime to the purely mundane. Twitter is a garden of precious expressions to be contemplated like I imagine a resting samuri once contemplated a flower petal.
After disdaining Twitter and ridiculing it, I have today, become Twitterpated. From India, Natasha Badhwar tweets as natashabadhwar at https://twitter.com/natashabadhwa It’s worth a read.
5 Responses to "Twitter-pated"
June 19, 2010 at 5:16 am
Thank you.
Most many other things, I think Twitter is what you make of it. Like a neighborhood park that no one maintained. Now overgrown with weeds, grass and slushy parts. But sometimes migratory birds visit, even the weeds flower, maybe ducks in the slush. Lovely at dawn and dusk.
I got inspired too and wrote some words on this topic.
http://bit.ly/c0Llps
best, Natasha
June 21, 2010 at 5:32 pm
…that no? I must have lost the end of that.
I am reminded of an old newspaper column, written when SonyWalkman-like things came out, long before CDs. A writer, saw one man, sitting on green grass, knees up, in a Vancouver, B.C., city park, looking over a pond, his ear phones on, supremely isolated from humanity. She imagined a dozen people beside him, sitting, same position, ear phones on, then 100, then 200, all sitting on grass, knees up, surrounding that pond, isolated from each other, ear phones on, there but not there.
Twitter is the opposite of that. We share the music.
June 21, 2010 at 7:29 pm
Thank you.
I see the rest of your message now. i’m honoured to to have your words on my blog. That alone is a delight.
Lawrence
June 21, 2010 at 5:26 pm
Ah, Diana, so kind of you to notice. My fault, actually. I tried to log out of Twitter and to my horror found I could not. Work computer. That would never do, Twitter on the job, my tweets and twitterings readily available and readable to all and sundry. What to do? I had to delete all. It simply would not log off.
To save the name aardvarkcola from being erased forever from Twitter, find a new name. Error270 came to mind. Then new password, new email and cancel that. Good plan, but it didn’t take. I should have waited longer for the Twitter server and computer to acknowledge all.
I’m back, allowed in with new and altered email, “aardvarkcolamail”.
I see my tempermental work computer, available for use by students and instructors of chess in the evening, now logs out, having had its laugh.
Good to hear from you.
That, Diana, is the behind-the-scenes story of “Error270.”
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June 18, 2010 at 4:23 am
Let’s try this again–Lost all your tweets, direct messages–Error 270, page does not exist!!!! Notified Twitter Support, could not get through…apparently it’s happening alot. Are you experiencing such
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