Tweet Me This.

Sammy texting, always plugged in.

“Using Twitter for literate communication is about as likely as firing up a CB radio and hearing some guy recite ‘The Iliad.’” ~ Bruce Sterling.

I’ve been thinking today about what to blog about.  That, my friends, is when you know you need a social life.  When, instead of reading a good book on your break, you think about what you’re going to blog about when you get home.  But isn’t that sort of behavior normal?  Very few people bring actual books anywhere (I have a Nook; guilty as charged).  We’re all texting.  Or toting laptops (or netbooks.  I dislike netbooks.  But I know them well and have rationally thought-out reasons).  And you know what people do more than anything else?  Tweet.

Seriously.  I’m not talking “I have nothing to do and so I think I’ll tweet something intelligent in 140 characters.”  It’s “oh hey, I’m walking across the street!  I think I’ll tweet it!”  I’m sure there are plenty of fascinating things that one sees while crossing the street.  I for one know that yesterday, while crossing the street, I came upon some Free-Staters standing in central square with their shirts off screaming “It’s Topless Tuesday!”.  I think they’re petitioning for public nudity or something alone those lines.  Honestly, though, I think I could have waited until I crossed the street to tweet that.

I have a Twitter account.  I never, ever use it.  Once in a blue moon, I’ll log in to see what Alyssa Milano and Rose McGowan are saying, because Rose passes on interesting news articles, and Alyssa passes on interesting tidbits period.  Yes.  I am following both of them because I have an unhealthy obsession with the television show Charmed.  But those two perfectly wonderful women are the only thing that keeps me remotely interested in Twitter.

A month ago announces that Twitter had almost 106,000,000 users.  The stats for Twitter are all over the board.  People use it from everywhere.  40% from inside the United States, but that means 60% is from the rest of the world.  The most followed Twitaddict?  Ashton Kutcher.  His grammar needs some work, but some people just can’t handle 140 characters.  But on the flip side, a lot of Twitter’s buzz is people like me:  people who want to try because everyone else is, then aren’t so jazzed about it in the end.  For example, about 80% of Twitter users have tweeted less than 10 times.  That certainly not a lot.

Why?  Why, when we can write so much in blogs, or call each other up on the telephone, are we so obsessed with the 140 character limits?  I am a writer, and short of the call of “social networking,” I don’t understand the attraction, as a writer.  Me?  There are never enough characters.  If I cut something short (like tonight) it’s going to be because I’m tired, not because I’m out of words.

What do I think Twitter is really good for?  Instantaneous spread of information.  Like about this: a moment in time.  Thousands (millions?) of photographs taken all over the globe all at the same time.  Thank you for all your hard work, New York Time.  And thanks, Alyssa Milano, for sharing it.

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