The deceptive thing about Twitter is that it can make you feel as if you’re actually doing something, even if you’re not.
Twitter started out life as a wonderfully inclusive society.
I am ignoring Twitter now even more than before.
- 37signals: Twitter’s descent into the extractive (37signals.com)
Not the #FailWhale, but… Well, something. Not sure what to call this thing Twitter put up:
Write your own story. It will be give you a reason to walk out of someone else's story.—
Natasha Badhwar (@natashabadhwar) October 29, 2011
I don't like Haikus.
Seriously, I hate them.
I never Haiku.—
Logan Morrison (@LoMoMarlins) October 14, 2011
I was just skimming through Twitter, as I unfortunately do, and came across several notices or quotes or references to alleged “spiritual guides” (aka “con men“) who offer guidance for the soul in bits and pieces of 140 characters or less. These con men, as I shall hereafter refer to them in blog postings — except in the instances where they are con women — all have names in languages and traditions that are not what they grew up in.
I’ve been guilty of this sort of thing myself. An allegedly Zen practitioner once gave me a Japanese Zen name, but I can’t remember what it was. I even once had a Hebrew name which was so freaking silly that I ain’t gonna mention it here. No sir. Not even if you ask. I dumped the Hebrew name long ago, along with the small, allegedly Jewish group that it came from. Never felt better in my life. To make it clear: I love Judaism, hated that group (that shall henceforth be nameless).
All of this is by way of saying: seriously beware of groups that require/offer a change of name. Except for Judaism — I dropped my Hebrew name because it was damn silly, not because it was Hebrew.