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I just don't get Twitter. I know so many folks who are on it, but I don't get it.
First off, who has the time? I hardly get to my blog, even though I find posting to it helps me psychologically. I hardly get to be in touch with my friends and family. To add something else -- I just can't imagine it.
Second, I'm a pretty darned private person. That's why I'm anonymous on this blog and share it with very few folks.
Third, why do we need it? We have e-mail, and instant messaging and blogs. We have land lines, cell phones and blackberries and iphones. We even have snail mail (though it's barely used by anyone other than advertisers), and the truly old fashioned in-person visit. Don't we have enough ways to be in touch with each other?
BUT, I must admit that I did get quite a thrill when I was noted in a "Tweet," a term I recently learned (for the uninitiated, it means an entry on a person's Twitter account).
Specifically, someone came to my house for dinner tonight and felt compelled to share with all of his friends in Twitterlandia that he had just enjoyed the best sorbet he'd ever had in his life, and that I had made it.
Truth be told (as if I'd have it any other way on this blog), I was a bit offended that he was typing on his blackberry at the dinner table while we were eating dessert, but when he told me what he'd done, I had to laugh. And feel all warm (in spite of the sorbet) and ego-boosted (OK - I know that isn't a word, but it fits me right now) inside.
In case you were curious, it was white nectarine sorbet, and it was both gorgeous to behold and delicious to eat!
Thought to end this post:
"Life is short. East dessert first." Unknown
