Thanks to my friend Jon Cabiria, who got me started on this thing, I am now a Twitter addict. Twitter is a social networking site, a sort of micro-blog where you share tidbits (called “Tweets”) with your friends, acquaintances, and total strangers. You can choose how many of these friends and strangers you, in turn, want to follow. You can send and receive Twitter online or from your phone.
The catch is a limit of 140 characters (not words, characters.) When I first saw the site, I was underwhelmed. How dumb is this? What can I say in 140 characters that matters? Well, a lot and not a lot. It’s kind of like passing notes in school. You feel connected. You know things about your friends. Some of it’s ordinary, life process (weather, drywall, breakfast) and some of it is cool, half-baked ideas that they might not have shared with you if they had to deliver them properly. Twitter creates that sense of intimacy like when you were a kid and you just knew stuff about each other. Not important stuff, necessarily, but just lots of stuff like drip torture, coming in bit by bit. It’s the glue that makes friendships. Or at least that’s my take.
I’d like to know yours. If you are a Twitterer, take my survey Click Here to take the Twitter survey and tell me what you think. Or Twitter me at pamelarutledge.
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