I’ve never been into Twitter, though I recognize its appeal as a communication medium. It’s quick and convenient; a good place to share a transient thought and to record every freaking thing you’re up to.
My protest is against my wife’s usage of Twitter as a substitute for blogging. Some people should not be reduced to expressing their thoughts in 140 characters. It’s deprived me of one of the great joys of my life – reading my wife’s beautiful prose. Consider the following examples of words that would have gone unwritten and unread:
- Dad’s thesis title: cascade anticrossing and cascade radiofrequency spectroscopy of excited alkali atoms. What?
- Cambridge weather is crazy. Biking home, got caught in the rain. Totally soaked.
- Wing bought me a gameboy, but I think it’s actually a gift for himself.
- Happy New Year! Wing surprise-visited. I barfed on him.
- Moving! I am not taking anything that I don’t need with me.
- Got new shoes! So comfy. In several years this tweet will seem ludicrous; I will hate running!
And Grant’s favorite (which I just spent some time hunting down):
For those of you who don’t know, Jen has started a new blog but thinks that no one is going to read it. Please give her some encouragement.
jcliao, consider yourself called-out.