When children are sick, and changes are afoot, and midnight and 3pm seem about the same, and other things besides blogs need to be written, the only things I can come up with seem to be Twitters.
Twitter: Yet another technological thingamajig that I had a good laugh at my husband for suggesting to me–I believe my exact words were something like….”Ha, ha, you’re a narcissistic stalker!” He showed me his account–his colleagues use it at work for telling each other…well, I didn’t really read it, read it because it was too boring, but they use it to give updates to each other. Why I would profess to assume that anyone would want daily, hourly, minute-by-minute updates on my life was beyond me, and I certainly don’t need to get quite so involved in other people’s business.
But….then my sister moved far, far away, and I did want to know what she was doing all day as she acclimated to a new place, and assumed she wanted to know just what book I was reading to my children and what we had for lunch. And then I thought I recalled seeing this strange Twitter thing on a blog or two that I love, looked around, and there it was. If it’s good enough for Christine, it’s good enough for me.
And the true glory of it–I now know that a friend on the West Coast was making homemade desserts with her girlfriend to prepare for Thanksgiving, and know that today, a friend on the East Coast is getting out early from her job due to snow. These are friends that I have known since elementary school, and I used to know those daily details, but now I don’t. I always want to plan an hour of uninterrupted time to talk on the phone with them, or write a four page email, and really, it’s hard to do that often for all of us. But these little twitters–you can’t go beyond 140 characters no matter how much you want to–give me all those details that might not make it into a phone conversation or an email, and keep up that closeness we had when we were playing softball together or sitting in science class discussing our true 9th grade loves.
That’s damn near poetry. I’d be proud to write those lines.
soooo….where would be your little twitter icon then? i have yet to make your discovery about actually enjoying reading twitter moments, but now i’m curious to read yours. so….fill us in….or is this another moment that we will be denied by the simplistic set-up that is a free wordpress blog?
You’re the best! Twitter you later!
Yes, I agree with Will…..that is poetry. You go, girl! err, I mean, you Twitter, girl!
This really strikes a cord for me. All my dear friends live elsewhere and big phone conversations are lovely but lack the intimacy of knowing the details that are so small and so very telling about our daily lives. I don’t think I have room in my life for another word-based communication tool but I love the idea behind it.
I can’t wait to twitter you!
Ha–serahrose, I wouldn’t know how to put an icon on my blog with a piece of tape. But I should mention, and forgot to, that I am Marjorie280 on Twitter. I’m not into the stream of public twitters that go by on the big main page, but I’m so very happy in my little follower/following part. I bet you have great twitter moments–you find the magical in everyday moments all the time, if you don’t mind my saying so.
OK, Candace–I’m lookin’ for you! And any other fellow twitterers!
Oh, you are so sweet and totally made me blush! Thanks for the props! I’m honored!
Twitter does rock; I’ve tried to get old friends to twitter…so far no takers. But I love keeping in touch with bloggy friends this way, too!
See you tweetin’!
I don’t use Twitter but I have been rather fascinating in reading other bloggers’ Twitter messages. Life is strange in this age of electronic communication. Strange in a fascinating way most of the time.
Twitters reminds me of a cookie baked by Conway Twitty.