Some thoughts on Twitter

Okay -- having "followed" a modest number of people on Twitter, looked around some and started to get a handle on it, I'm beginning to get the idea. Thanks to hakamadare, who I think accurately described it as having a prescriptivist/descriptivist problem that was confusing me. I'm coming around to the opinion that it's mildly interesting but marginal for the purpose that's often claimed for it -- micro-blogging, essentially -- but useful and a *delicious* proof of concept for CommYou for its *best* purpose: informal group conversation.

For those who are curious, here's a little initial analysis of the thing: both what it is and why it's interesting. Keep in mind that I'm still very much a newbie there, but I'm grokking it a lot better now than I did 24 hours ago. This is going to be pretty long, and in-depth. It's important stuff for me, because of what it says about CommYou, but is only interesting those who care about the whole social-networking/blogging space. So in deference to those who just don't care, here's a cut-tag:
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Some thoughts on Twitter

Okay -- having "followed" a modest number of people on Twitter, looked around some and started to get a handle on it, I'm beginning to get the idea. Thanks to hakamadare, who I think accurately described it as having a prescriptivist/descriptivist problem that was confusing me. I'm coming around to the opinion that it's mildly interesting but marginal for the purpose that's often claimed for it -- micro-blogging, essentially -- but useful and a *delicious* proof of concept for CommYou for its *best* purpose: informal group conversation.

For those who are curious, here's a little initial analysis of the thing: both what it is and why it's interesting. Keep in mind that I'm still very much a newbie there, but I'm grokking it a lot better now than I did 24 hours ago. This is going to be pretty long, and in-depth. It's important stuff for me, because of what it says about CommYou, but is only interesting those who care about the whole social-networking/blogging space. So in deference to those who just don't care, here's a cut-tag:
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Okay, so maybe I am actually a little ill

It underscores the fact that I don't have children, that it didn't occur to me until today that, y'know, food poisoning doesn't usually last four days, but stomach bugs sometimes do. I gave a quick call to the doctor's office, and the receptionist pointed out that, oh yes, this sounds a lot like what both she and her son had last week.

Special.

Oh, well -- looks like it's for the best that we cancelled Accademia last night, as I probably shouldn't be in public quite yet. My thanks to bess for taking over Dance Practice on short notice: while it would probably be vaguely amusing trying to learn from me in my current spacey state, I don't think anybody wants to catch this. (Hopefully I didn't give it to anybody yesterday morning: I'm now wincing at the memory of all those hearty handshakes.)

And on the bright side, I no longer feel nearly so guilty about not being as productive as I might wish at work this week. Not that my slavedriver of a boss is going to give me any days off, mind, but at least he'll be understanding about me just working on nice easy bug-fixes, instead of the more brain-intensive rework of the database schema...

Okay, so maybe I am actually a little ill

It underscores the fact that I don't have children, that it didn't occur to me until today that, y'know, food poisoning doesn't usually last four days, but stomach bugs sometimes do. I gave a quick call to the doctor's office, and the receptionist pointed out that, oh yes, this sounds a lot like what both she and her son had last week.

Special.

Oh, well -- looks like it's for the best that we cancelled Accademia last night, as I probably shouldn't be in public quite yet. My thanks to bess for taking over Dance Practice on short notice: while it would probably be vaguely amusing trying to learn from me in my current spacey state, I don't think anybody wants to catch this. (Hopefully I didn't give it to anybody yesterday morning: I'm now wincing at the memory of all those hearty handshakes.)

And on the bright side, I no longer feel nearly so guilty about not being as productive as I might wish at work this week. Not that my slavedriver of a boss is going to give me any days off, mind, but at least he'll be understanding about me just working on nice easy bug-fixes, instead of the more brain-intensive rework of the database schema...