Here’s a pledge: from here on out, every time I’m compelled to tweet, I’ll blog instead. There’s something both totally silly and totally sensible about this. Tweets tend to be sentiments. Or at least I’m tempted by sentiment. Often those sentiments are petty, or trite, or unremarkable. But sometimes those sentiments tap at a well of great feeling. Or an area of great curiosity. And maybe it’s worth tapping a little more than 140, or 280 times.
Like this one, this sentiment might be worth a bit over 280 taps. I’m sick of twitter, it’s where all my favorite minds dispose themselves. It’s a bar where I get the worst side of all my favorite authors. It’s a concert where all my favorite musicians yammer but don’t play music. Over it.