8 things and all that
Wednesday, December 26, 2007

So I got tagged and all that. I can't really say they're eight random things about myself, though. The choice of things is hardly random is it? It's one of those very flat choices where at one threshold nothing qualifies as sufficiently interesting and yet if you dial back the criteria of "interesting" but a notch or two suddenly everything becomes an option. "I did a poo the other day." Or as I call it, "Twitter-level discourse."

I stopped Twittering and it's odd because since then I've continued to reach into my jacket pocket to whip out the old mobile and share a frightfully banal observation with the world. I think for me - maybe it's not like it with everyone - it was more about the act of transcribing my brain or "living out loud" than actually communicating. Like, if you were with a friend, you might go "Oh look, cute puppy." And Twitter lets you do that even if there's nobody with you. Probably how the first conversations went, people just enjoying the fact that ideas could be swapped.

Caveman 1: "Tree."
Caveman 2: "Yes, tree."

The thing is though Twitter becomes about filling a gap in a conversation that didn't previously exist, and sharing common experience with people who don't have the experience in common with you. It sort of becomes a new way to "think to yourself..." "what a wonderful world" or perhaps "SPARROWS ARE MY SECOND FAVOURITE BIRD" or whatever. It literalises the process of experiencing stuff. I don't know, I wonder if geeks are inclined towards it because their thoughts are so loud in their own heads and Twitter gives them a way to process it all. I wonder if everyone did it.,and then you took it away, the annoyance wouldn't come from the inability to text all your friends at once, but the tearing apart of "being" and "saying I'm being." Pics 140 characters to my friends, or it didn't happen.

Overall, my experience of it is that it's very much about talking rather than listening or even conversing and everyone knows people that only care about what they have to say get old awful fast.

Anyway, first and last meme that will ever grace this blog. Click to "big me up", so to speak.

Labels: 8 things, me, twitter

1 Comments:

 Toby Moore said...

'tis like a post-secret collage, without all the rapings and such! excellent.

11:09 PM  

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