My wife and niece (hey, Brittany!) insisted it was time for me to do more “social networking” (ack! ack!) and I’ve conceded only to the extent of agreeing that they could start a Facebook page dedicated to my work.
If you’re into that sort of thing, here’s a link to the page in question (you’ll also find it on my blogroll).
I’m not the administrator of record, so I’ll be passing along photos, links, updates and rants to my wife, who is much more in tune with what’s going on in cyberspace. Apparently, when it comes to Facebooking (to quote Shakespeare) “brevity is the soul of wit” and I’m to keep my eruptions as short and to the point as possible.
Ah, well, I’ll do my best to be as concise as I am intemperate.
The main thing is not to be boring.
And, I promise, that will never be the case as long as you’re hanging out with me…
I’ve had a Twitter account for awhile—probably at the urging of Sherron, who’s much more plugged in than I’ll ever be.
I’ll be the first to admit I have little interest in social networking. I belong to a group on LibraryThing and sometimes do a little “tag-searching” on WordPress but that’s pretty much the extent of my on-line presence. I don’t have a Facebook or MySpace account and my virtual address book has less than a hundred contact names. The greatest tool of communication ever devised right at my fingertips and I use it as a glorified typewriter. Gawd, I’m dumb.
But for the past while I’ve been playing around with Twitter, working within the limitations of the format to devise little poems or koans or incantations (dunno what the hell you’d call them). The literary equivalent of gesture drawings, an attempt to sketch out my feelings or preoccupations at a particular moment in time. No forethought or pre-planning, just zipping down the first impression that comes to mind (in 140 characters or less). It’s an interesting exercise and I have to say some of the pieces make me sit back and go hmmmmm….