Baby birds, as we’ve been told in so many Hinterland Moments, tweet or chirp when they need something. Is Twitter just a huge big laugh on all of us? Honest, I didn’t get Twitter when I first heard of it…”what are you doing now? what are you doing now?” For someone like me, the answer, not ironically, would always be: thinking of something cute, smart, funny, trenchant, thought-provoking or whatever, to tweet. Then it was kind of fun – a few very fun colleagues and I were watching each other, and yapping back and forth.
Now, however. I want no part of it. I don’t know…what’s up with the concentration of words? There is finally a president in the US who can speak a full, declarative sentence (nod to J. Cafferty) and the rest of us resort to “ohhh, the beer tap is out”?
it seems like everyone feels the need, through this technology, to share EVERY. SINGLE. MOMENT. of their lives. Why? I really don’t need to know most of the things I know about the people I know the least in the world. Especially those that I really don’t want to know.
Believe me, I fully recognize the hypocrisy in damning tweeting in my own blog. I get it. And I’ve also been prey to the moments where I tweet something, just because. And then I realized, that true writing comes from a collection, internally, of all of those moments…and then you find a theme; and write something decent. Um, it used to be called a journal or diary. And the theme was developed by the author.
Now, the theme/navigation/thought process/concept has been off-shored to the user. thanks. I really wanted to learn a new person’s entire history today.