Twitterless
I have a confession to make: I’m not a fan of Twitter. My complaint comes down primarily to one aspect of it: the 140 character limit they place on posts. I just don’t like the fact that you are forced to limit your posts to such a short amount of text. Should you limit Shakespeare? Would you tell Tolkien to reign in his description of the effects of the Ring? Could Brothers Karamazov be as powerful in a tweet? The entire setup of Twitter discourages reflection, as the goal seems to be to post as immediately as possible. Is it not worthwhile to pause and reflect on an event before letting the world know about it?
And now it is discovered that Twitter makes you evil, and the reason is the shortness of it! I knew it!
Frankly, other than a few people like the Curt Jester, I find that very few are talented enough to be pithy in under 140 characters. Most people will just relate the minutiae of their life in boring detail (but perhaps that is how some would describe this blog…)
Eric, I know this is your blog, but when I read this post and the one just above it, I just can’t help feeling that Suzan contributes to it. Suzan, are you Eric’s ghostwriter?
Of course it’s me, Gretchen, and not Suzan.
BTW, do you know a good way to get rid of stretch marks?
I did, however, take the picture for this post. Eric was looking particularly cheerful that day.
re: stretchmarks–you could always click on one of those ads they have on facebook, other than that, I got nothing for you. Great picture–must be all that botox.
Eric, dear, I’m sure your next post will be something to the effect of “Mothers’ bodies, like Christ’s, bear the marks of their self-giving love,” yes?