While my main motive in getting a Twitter account was to promote the blog, I confess to be slightly seduced by the thing itself, as it is slightly fun to try to express something in that straitened form.
Sort of like a cheesy, less-demanding form of haiku.
Here’s what I’ve posted today while I was not blogging:
Cap City closed. Lizard’s Thicket instead. Monday paper $.75. (Paper free at Club). Poor me.
Oppressive Iran regime shuts down Facebook. Oppressive regimes not all bad.
Happy Yankee Memorial Day, y’all! (Six days early, that is…)
Walking across the Horseshoe, thinking, “Could this weather be more perfect?” Even in coat and tie…
Starbucks again. Have to. I do a meeting or two in the a.m. these days, and I’m wiped. PTSD or something.
Yep, it’s insipid, but you can see me trying to post an actual thought there on the Iran thing. Hey, I didn’t say it was profound; but it was a thought.
And I’m actually kind of worried about the Starbucks thing. I posted from there yesterday as well:
I’m at Starbucks now. Got a refill and I’m watching the rain. Is this tedious enough for y’all yet?
Actually, waiting for this cup to cool a bit, feeling the 1st one, watching the rain is sort of beautiful.
I can sort of see why the heathen spend their Sundays this way. An alternative way to keep it holy, perhaps…
(…or is that rank heresy, may God forgive me yet again?) Must go now…
Is it cheating to do multiple tweets in a row like that? Am I failing to preserve the unities? Do I care?
I don’t know why I get so tired by mid-afternoon every day. When I w0rked at the paper, I’d go for 12 hours without feeling a thing. I think it’s more tiring just to do different stuff every day, and to have one’s future so uncertain. Probably good for me in the long run, though. I hope. Don’t new challenges help us stave off Alzheimer’s?