Rest assured, the irony of this post’s title is not lost on me. Perhaps no two words in the English language belong together less.
I’ve resisted Twitter. I’ve gone back and forth and then back and then forth. I don’t need more noise. They tell me writers must avail themselves of such things, but I don’t want to use these mediums merely for marketing. And, of course, no one cares one whit to know that:
12:07 I’m leaving for lunch now
12:11 I’m driving to lunch
12:19 I’m sitting in line at Burger King because Wendy’s was packed, man, packed!
12:21 Dude, can you believe these lines!?! Still sitting in line. Catching up on facebook, though, so that’s cool
12:23 Burgers are yummy, yo
12:31 Heading back to the office, filled and fulfilled
12:33 Listening to 80’s tunes in the ride, and 80’s rock!
12:38 At the office, 3 hours and 17 minutes to quitting time – but only 91 seconds to my next tweet.
Oh my, we can barely wait.
This week, I’m at a conference in DC; and in this room filled with young culturally-savvy turks, the computers (mostly mac, of course) are constantly humming and the phones (mostly iphone, of course) are constantly zinging. It makes me dizzy. Some of these chaps amaze me with their ability to quatro-task
Still, I’ve had this thought of offering a daily Tweet during Lent. I hesitated, knowing I would instantly lose my aspiring Ludite, anti-tweet cred. But Lent is for giving up and surrendering. Strangely, for me, I think this means I’ll tweet. For Lent.
This Lenten season is going to be important for me, I feel it. I’d love to share it with you. If you’d like to get the tweet each day over the next 40 days, you can follow me here. And if you have no idea what twitter or tweet or follow me mean, well, that’s quite alright.