I’m slow on the uptake with all the excitement surrounding Twitter’s award at SxSW (By the way, one day I’m going to go to that – for the music – and the Multicultural Marketing Summit, all resources paid. One day.), but I figured this trip to the 808 would be a perfect time to try some mini-moblogging.
I cannot deny that I am easily swayed by 90%-decent social networking innovations. Niche, mainstream, whatever – as long as I see an application for it in my mind’s central hub of feeds, I’ll join. That being said, Twitter is like Facebook‘s much abhorred mini-feed. Except you feed it with exactly what you are willing to say. From your phone or your keyboard. Yes, it’s another network that you have to register for, but when you’re trying to show off how busy and important you are, how big of a sacrifice is that?
When I first heard about it months ago, I thought it was creepy and weird. But I also had the same amount of enthusiasm for capris when they came back in style. Now guess which cut of pants best elongates my legs.
So anyway, Edith’s mom is going to be here in about seven hours. I need to get used to not sleeping on my hair. So I best be going now. If you miss me, you basically have no reason to, because I’ll be all up on the updates over here.
-“How to Fly,” March 22, 2007