Saturday, January 17, 2009

Creative uses of Twitter

A couple of people mentioned Twitter to me recently, so I signed up and put Twitter on my blog. I'm not in any way under the impression that anyone would want to "follow me" on Twitter, but I started thinking there might be creative ways to use it. It could make me more mindful of what I'm doing and thinking. It could help me to commit parts of poems to memory. I've already gotten a Haiku out of it: and isn't that what entries on Twitter are? Moments of a life, spontaneous observations, just like a Haiku? If I can catch a passing thought before it evaporates to nothing, so much the better. If Twitter can help me to do that, then I'm going to be a Twittering fool.



I could make more use of Twitter if I had a Blackberry, but I don't have a cell phone of any sort. So for now I'll be Twittering from my school and home computers.

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