Checklist

Macintosh Computer- Check.

Beatles Discography- Check.

Baritone Saxophone- Check.

Ivy League Education- Check.

Achieve all of my childhood goals before finishing childhood- Check.

Rebuttal to Twitter Post: On the Incompleteness of Thoughts

Sure, it cannot be denied that by limiting our expressions to 140 characters, we are limiting the attention and effort that we put into our musings, but at the same time, it allows us to approach them with a much greater clarity. I am an insecure and indecisive writer, and when I am left pondering over a topic or post too long, my mind naturally turns over itself as I attempt to find the correct diction and syntax to express my ideas. This leads to an often terrible difficulty to come up with the right words, and after a while my befuddled mind drifts and I lose interest in (or the memory of) the idea altogether.

Twitter would work for a person like myself, since it allows me to compactly state these thoughts without too much worry or effort. Sure, details are great, but ideas are most clearly conveyed in... uh, what's the word? Blurbs? Nah, like that, but a little different... can't put my finger on it. Bleh, this is exactly what I'm talking about. You know what? Fuck it.

Long story short, it's sometimes best to make a long story short. Prevents overthinking and all that.

PS: everyone listen to Muscles, he is andrew w.k. on ecstasy and will make you happier than a bag of clams.

To think, I used to have the attention span to write more than 140 characters.

Twitter is lauded by many, hated by few, not understood by lots, and used obsessively by some, namely me. One of the issues I have with twitter, however, is its effect on a dying breed- the blogger.

If you can't tell, I used to blog. I would write little essays, poems, social commentaries, post pictures, and then I would look at my Google analytics, see that 5 people had read them, and I would be content. I didn't care if people liked what I said or if anyone cared; I liked what I said, I could say it long, and I could say it proud.

Now, however, I've been struck with the twitter bug.

I love twitter. I love the fact that I can post little blog posts, express myself in the same manner, and see how everyone is doing that fast. I love that all 150 of my followers are almost forced to read my snarky, usually meaningless tweets. I love that commenting on other's tweets requires little more than pressing the shift key.

I don't love what twitter has done to my blog.

I logged on yesterday, hoping to write a post about my intense new appreciation for Notorious BIG. I thought about it for a while and all I could come up with was a quote, so I tweeted "Honeys wanna chat, but all we wanna know is where the party at, and can I bring my gat?" I was content but left my blog to lay fallow for yet another day. I looked back at my posts- if 0ne were to graph the number of posts by month, they'd see a steady decline- and a steady increase in my number of tweets.

As usual, I'm at the end of my post thinking about whether I've come to a conclusion or if I've just babbled for a few paragraphs. I don't think I can conclude anything however, because I don't even know whether or not I'm upset- all I can do is watch in disappointment as my ability to type more than 140 characters fades away.